I have no idea why she let me kiss her the way I did. She just kissed me back. “I am so sorry Abby; I shouldn’t have.”
“Should never have kissed me dad? Is that what you are saying, that you shouldn’t kiss your daughter?”
“No. Sweetheart, no; I am not saying that. But I thought you were your mother for a moment. I am sorry. I almost touched you inappropriately. In fact, the kiss was a little over the top.”
Her answer wasn’t what I expected. She grabbed my face, turned it to her and crushed her lips to mine. Her lips were soft and warm. Her tongue grazed across my lips. I parted them and her tongue invaded. Her tongue danced a sonnet of love in each of our mouths. It was a good minute before she backed off and looked at me. “Was that inappropriate, daddy?” She asked seductively. Then she covered my mouth again and kissed me just as passionately as before.
I finally stopped the kiss. It was beginning to get out of control. “Abby, Abby please. You should never kiss your father like this!!”
“You are not my father, dad. Not really. You know that. You have known that for years now. Mom confessed it to me one night when she was a little drunk. She said she doesn’t know who the ‘sperm donor’ was that made me. But she knows it wasn’t you, daddy… Or would you rather me call you ‘Roy’?”
I looked at her full of shame.
“Dad. Dad, you told me that you knew. I know you did. But I always loved you as my own father. And now, I love you as a woman. Not just as your daughter.”
“When did Abigail tell you about your lineage, Abby?” I asked.
“In my senior year of high school, dad. We were studying D. N. A. in Biology. You remember I took samples of you, mom, Sam and myself and sent them in for analysis? Well when the results came in, I found out that mom is my mom, but Sam is only my half-brother. I also found out that you are Sam’s father. I also found out that you are not my biological dad.” She looked at me very soberly. “Other students found out things like this. Some of them got angry and some of their parents even got divorced when they found out. Me… I got excited.” She blushed a little and looked down.
I didn’t know what to think. She had declared her love for me just after my wife’s, her mother’s death. I didn’t know what to do. “Abby. Let’s take this slow. We shouldn’t make any life changing decisions for at least another six months.”
“Ok dad, or would you rather I call you ‘Roy’?”
“Abby, you are a woman full grown. What you want to call me is up to you. Just don’t call me ‘late for dinner.'”
With a big smile she said, “Ok, Roy.”
I wondered if I was just demoted or promoted?
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We didn’t wait a full six months. Abby slid right into her mother’s place. She slept with me in our bed from day one, and never got out of it. We didn’t do anything, but I woke several times touching her more like a lover than a daughter.
We had several talks about what was going on, and Abby made it clear that her determination was not going to change. It was about three months when I woke with a really good feeling in my groin. I reached down and guided her head up and down on my cock. As I woke, I realized it wasn’t my wife. As my consciousness started to become more forefront in my mind, I realized that I didn’t want to stop it.
I came in my daughters’ mouth and pulled her to me as soon as she finished swallowing the last of me. I kissed her like a lover and then rolled her over on her back and pulled her panties off of her.
I could hear gasps of anticipation and excitement. I started eating her pussy, licking up and down her slit. She started to feel the pleasures of it. I started to find her little button with my tongue and lips. She screamed out her first orgasm loudly, wrapping her legs firmly around my head, squeezing it like a grape. It was a few moments before she started to back off and calm down.
“Oh my god, dad! Oh my god that! Oh my god! No wonder mom was such a slut.”
I rolled over and snuggled beside her. I took her in my arms and held her.
“Dad?? Does that happen every time?”
I looked at my daughter. “You don’t know?” I put my finger down to her pussy. She opened her legs for me to explore. I start to insert it in her labium. It was blocked in less than a half inch. She was still a virgin. Withdrawing my hand from her pussy, I looked at her. “That wasn’t your first orgasm was it?”
She smiled at me with a nod. Holy shit!!
That day I spent most of it wondering what I was going to do. To continue a relationship with Abby would be so inappropriate and out right wrong.
What about Samuel? What about Abigail’s parents: Abby’s grandparents?
That very night, Abby and I had a long talk. She insisted on sitting on my lap the whole time. I talked about how wrong people would say it was. We talked about Samuel, and about her grandparents. We finished by discussing what sort of future we could have.
She had answers to everything. She had already told Samuel about her lineage. She told him that she was going to seduce me and eventually become his sister-mom. She already talked to her grandmother and grandfather too.
They had always known about Abigail’s promiscuity. She got it from her mother as it turned out. They want so much to see her happy and they had for the whole time we were together. They were happy to tell me that they would support what was going to happen with me and Abby.
I was dumb struck.
Two months later Abby gave me some paper with photos of a house on it. “It is a house in another state,” she explained, We can move there if you like it. Grandma and grandpa will move there with us. They have to sell their house here before they buy another one. We have the insurance money so we can buy it now and move as soon as your bosses approve your transfer. I have all the expenses sorted out and moving costs figured out too. They have a great college that Sam and I can transfer to.”
Again, she had answers to everything. Then she kissed me hard. Next thing I knew, her hands started caressing my body. She found my erection with her ass and started grinding on it as well.
I held her shoulders. “Did your mamma teach you all this?”