In her dream Jess stood holding her father's hand as she gazed across the street. Her mother smiled and waved at her in the sunshine as cars rushed between them. Jess was excited about celebrating her 12th birthday with her parents at the Art Institute. Her mother was arriving a few minutes late but she was smiling brightly at her little girl as the light turned red and she started across the street. She never saw the car that took her life.

Jess screamed silently and her eyes flew open. It was late and the house was dark but she could hear the TV in the living room and knew that her father had fallen asleep on the couch again. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and hot tears running down her cheeks. Throwing the covers off she sat on the edge of her bed trying to shake the grief and the echo of shock that she always felt when the nightmare came. After a few moments she couldn't bear to be in the dark alone any longer, so she straightened her light cotton tank top and flannel pants and went in search of her only comfort... her dad.

Tom had fallen asleep on the couch watching the late shows again. He could no longer sleep in the bed that he had shared with his wife Paula. There were various memories of her in every corner of the house, but the bedroom brought back memories of her warm body, her smell, her taste. He remembered her more vividly in the bedroom than at any other time save when he looked at their daughter Jess. She was a 5 foot tall carbon copy of his lovely Paula, and the likeness had only increased in the past year. Jess was beginning to develop breasts, and her hips were beginning to get a hint of curve to them. Her long straight auburn hair was often pulled back into a loose bun as his wife's hair had been, and her high cheekbones and ready smile were so like Paula's that he sometimes mistook her for her mother when he was over tired and the light was just so.

Jess found her father in the living room, sprawled across the couch in his sweat pants and a t-shirt that did nothing to disguise his athletic build. His thick dark hair was in complete disarray and he was snoring lightly over the sound of the TV. She quietly crossed to the TV and turned it off, considering for a moment whether she should risk waking him by climbing onto the couch by his side, or just suck it up and go back to bed alone and hope that she didn't dream again.

Another dream was exactly what she didn't want, so she quietly climbed over his sleeping form, curling up next to him with her head on his shoulder. A feeling of comfort and safety enveloped her immediately and she was just beginning to drift off when Tom shifted in his sleep and rolled to face her, his left arm laying across her waist. His whole body was now against hers, his chest and pelvis pressing her into the back of the couch. She could smell his scent and feel his breath stirring her hair, but he was so close that she was finding it hard to breathe. As she tried to figure out how to push her father away a little without waking him she felt his left hand come up and stroke her hair. The soothing feeling of his hand pulling and teasing her hair back away from her face made her relax a little more. Then his head moved across the pillow and she felt his stubble-covered cheek brush across hers as his arms wrapped around her and he pulled her up against him. His mouth came down over hers.

Her first grown-up kiss was shared with her father. His eyes were closed and his lips brushed against hers lingering for just a moment. Then his tongue traced first her top, then her bottom lip, then gently nudged her mouth open. As her lips parted her tongue brushed up against his. An intense feeling of heat and lightness began in the pit of her stomach and spread downward to her thighs and up into her chest. She felt like she was melting and floating all at the same time.

Jess's mind was spinning and her body was in a state of chaos. Without a thought she pressed her body against her father and wrapped her free leg up and around his thigh. She could feel something warm and hard pressing against her thigh and with every breath she could smell her father's natural clean scent mingled with his after-shave. His hand pushed her tank top up over her hip and slipped beneath her pants to cup her rear. His hard bulge pressed into her crotch and she thought of those times when she had secretly and quietly touched herself in her bed at night. The feeling now was the same but much more intense! His tongue continued its assault on her mouth, licking and lapping at her tongue, adding to the dizzy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Daddy..."

Her father stiffened and his eyes flew open. He pulled away slightly and said, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry Jess! Please don't hate me honey! I know this is wrong but I was half asleep and dreamt that you were your mother. My God, what have I done? I'm so sorry baby! It's been so long since I felt..."

Tom's voice trailed off into a whisper and he hugged her to him, hoping that he hadn't hurt her. He knew that he should get up off of the couch. He wanted to get up off of the couch, didn't he? By all laws of God and man he should be taking a cold shower by now and praying that he hadn't scarred his baby for life. The trouble was he couldn't let go of her.

He pushed away slightly and stared at his daughter laying quietly in his arms. Her hair was in disarray and her tank top was gathered up above her hips. One of her legs was draped over his thigh and his hand was cupping her bare bottom beneath her pants, and on top of everything else he could feel her tiny nipples pressing against him as his cock pressed into her crotch. Her eyes looked directly into his and even in the dimly lit room he saw that she wasn't afraid... her eyes were dark with lust.

Jess was trying to understand why he had stopped, why he was upset. She loved her father more than life and couldn't understand why he was apologizing for something that felt so good. She didn't want the feeling to end.

"It felt good Daddy, I don't understand why you're apologizing. Mommy told me that sex is what happens when two people really love each other, and this is sex, isn't it? I love you daddy more than I love anyone else in the world. Why is that wrong?"

"I don't know baby, it just is. I can't seem to let go of you though. I... I liked it too." Tom thought about Paula and the stories she had told him about her unusually intimate sexual relationship with her father. He knew that she'd been part of a loving incestuous relationship, and he thought that she might approve of this if she were alive today.

"My little Jess, I love you." he said, stroking her hair. "Would you like to become a woman tonight? God knows I love you more than anyone else ever will, and I can make you feel so good." He kissed her forehead and then looked into her eyes. "I love you Jess, please let me do this for you."

"I love you too daddy. I feel safe with you and it feels good when you kiss me and touch me. Do it some more..."

Tom smiled. That last remark really got to him and his cock was reacted by stiffening even more, if that was possible. Before the her untimely death, his wife had been the most adventurous woman he had ever known both in the bedroom and out. They had done sexual things together that he knew his daughter couldn't even imagine yet, and his cock was raging at the thought of it. His daughter definitely had a similar love of adventure outside of the bedroom...

"Ok baby. I'll teach you everything, but there are some rules that you and I must always follow no matter what."

"Yes daddy?"

"First, NO ONE must EVER know unless I tell them. If someone else is going to play with us, I will select them. If you tell the wrong person about this I could go to jail and we could be separated forever. Do you understand?" she nodded. She certainly didn't want that!

"Second. Your mom and I used to play a game where I would make love to her even though she repeatedly told me to stop. I know it sounds funny now, but that made it more fun for both of us. So if you are EVER in a situation that you really want to stop, just say the word 'flower' and everything will stop. I promise you. That is your safe word. If you really want to stop, don't say 'no' say 'flower'. Got it?" She nodded.

"Good. Third. You are my girl and until you're an adult I am responsible for your health and happiness. If you want to make love with someone else you must talk to me first. Sex is a wonderful thing but there can be dangers and I don't want you to get hurt. Do you agree with my rules Jess?"

"Yes daddy."

"I love you Jess."

"I love you too daddy."

Tom looked down at his baby girl's lips and ran his tongue lightly across them. Then he pressed his mouth hard against Jess's and pushed his tongue between her lips. He could feel her heart beating and her breath coming out hard through her nostrils. Her tongue snaked up to meet his and they played together, now in Jess's mouth, now in Tom's. He was completely intoxicated by her. She smelled clean, like strawberries and shampoo.

He rolled sideways and lifted her up on top of him as they kissed, pulling her tank top up over her small breasts and off over her head. Jess ran her hands up under his shirt and helped him tug it off, their lips parting only briefly to let the fabric of their clothes pass. Tom's hands held his daughter steady on top of him as his thumbs pushed their way between the bodies and pressed Jess's hard tiny nipples back and forth. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly against his lips.

"Daddy, I feel warm in my tummy and between my legs."

"That's normal. It's called being 'aroused' or 'hot'. Get up and take off your pants sweetheart."

Tom watched her as she stood up to remove her flannel pants. Her shapely little breasts jiggled a little as she moved. The tiny hard nipples so recently teased by his thumbs were standing at rigid attention on top of the small, firm globes. Jess hurried to comply and noticed briefly that there was a slick spot in the crotch of her panties. When she moved to straddle his body again, he guided her up to kneel on either side of his face. As she stared down into his eyes, Tom lifted his chin and flicked his tongue across her clit. Just once. She gasped and reached out one hand to steady herself against the back of the couch. Tom lifted his head, encircled her clit with his lips, and began the gentlest of sucking.

Jess started panting again as she watched his lips work on her most private place. "Oooooouuuuuuugh! DADDY! What's happening? I feel so good in my tummy." Tom's finger snaked up and entered her cunt, gently pressed against her hymen, and retreated from her body again.

"Ooooouuuuuuunggh!" Jess grunted. "Do that again daddy, it feels..." Jess's voice words trailed off. She was having trouble finishing her sentences.

Tom pulled his mouth away from her pussy and smiled at her. "I want to make you mine completely. Let's go into the bedroom and put your childhood behind you."

Jess smiled as she dismounted from his face. "Carry me daddy, like I'm your new bride."

Tom picked up his naked 13-year-old daughter in his arms and kissed her full on the mouth, spreading her tangy cunt juices over her lips and tongue. His cock was so stiff it was almost painful but he knew that he would have to take his time preparing her for her first fuck. He hoped he could keep himself in control long enough to bury his stiff tool in her virgin cunt before lost his load completely.

As Jess tasted her own cum for the first time she felt another wave of erotic energy wash through her abdomen and pussy. She knew vaguely that what they were doing was wrong, but she also knew that it's wrongness made it all the more thrilling for both of them. She wasn't worried or scared at all. She loved and trusted her father completely, and she knew that he loved her more than life and would always keep her safe.

When they got to his bedroom door Tom leaned over and French kissed his daughter again as he carried her over the threshold into what would become their bedroom. He carried her to the bed and pulled back the comforter, laying Jess down on the cool cotton sheets. Then he pulled his sweat pants off, allowing his rigid 9 inch cock to spring free. Jess pushed herself up on her hands and knees and crawled over to examine it.

"Is that your penis daddy? I've heard about them at school and mom talked about it when she told me about sex, but I've never seen one." She touched it lightly with her hand, noticing it's silky bumpy stem and the smooth dark bulb at the tip.