When my daughter Sara was about five, she enjoyed kissing me. It was all innocence but my wife didn't think it was proper behavior for a child.

It wasn't her kid, it was mine from a previous marriage. There was an indifference about Sara that my new wife harbored. Sara didn't mind her manners for my wife Linda either, but we were pretty close despite my only having her for a month or two for the summers. Sara would still make a show of big kisses at night when I was tucking her in when Linda couldn't see. Maybe it was her way of claiming ownership of daddy. They weren't much for kisses to me as she kissed with tight lips and a closed mouth.

She didn't know any better.

I wanted to fuck her even then.

Next summer, at six, she was a little chubby and still close. I worked part time and made a decent living at it. Linda worked days and made a little less. I would spend all day watching her dance around or roll on the floor in her nightgown and no undies. I would tickle her until the nightgown would bunch up at her head and cop quick feels of her legs or butt while my hands were in motion. I did not want her to report any inappropriate behavior from me. Those kind of things were pretty damaging even if they were just rumors.

Sometimes she would lay in front of the TV and watch cartoons. I would sit on the couch behind her and stare at her bare-naked bottom, legs spread and ankles up. I would dream of coming in behind her and mashing my face into her baby sex. Then I would excuse myself and disappear for ten or fifteen minutes while I relieved myself of the built up burden from dreaming.

Towards the end of that summer, she became interested in kissing again.

I would play in her room, usually in between changing her clothes. Sara wouldn't mind playing with me stark naked and me with just sweat pants.

Linda had caught her trying to kiss me again the night before and told her in no uncertain terms that she did not want to see her do that ever again.

Sara would then wait until she was out of the room to try to kiss me. I guess she understood Linda to mean not to do it in front of her. That was all right by me.

In her room the next couple of days, Sara would straddle my leg naked and wrap her little arms around my neck and kiss me good. Her lips weren't tight anymore, but her mouth remained closed. At one point of wrestling, I was on my back and she was naked on my chest. She said, "I'm gonna sit on your face." I became scared and said that she probably shouldn't do it.

I've been kicking myself for that little screw up ever since.

At seven, we had to move. I hardly had any time with Sara that summer until the last few weeks. I did get to read her some bedtime stories and her kisses became bolder. I would wet my lips just before hand and hers were damp too. She got into the habit of sticking her tongue quickly in and out of my mouth and I pretended to be grossed out to encourage it.

My wife had an out of town job conference which I would normally go to but Sara was there so I stayed home with my now pudgier daughter. That night I had her in her nightgown with no panties again and she sat on my lap while I play with Kiss dolls on the computer with her. They were a free dress up doll program from Japan and some of the dolls were pretty sexual in nature. I would load dolls that were just this side of obvious and had to explain away some aspects of the imagery.

My plan was to get her asleep and maybe feel her up while jacking off.

Hell, my plan was anything I could get away with and not have any evidence or knowledge of my actions. I found some painkillers in the medicine cabinet and didn't grind more then one to put in her chocolate milk. She was big for seven, but I didn't want to do anything to threaten her health.

She drank it down but didn't seem the least bit sleepy even after an hour. I took her to bed and she asked me to lay with her. I did. I wore shorts and that's all, after all it was summer. She stayed up all night and I told stories. I wanted to kiss more but she enjoyed kids' things.

Sara wasn't feeling anything sexual like her daddy was. I would get bored and she would say, "I know what will wake you up." and she'd kiss me long and closed lipped. I would let my half-hard cock fall out of my pant leg and sit her on it. When she'd notice, I'd say "whoops" and tuck it in.

All innocence.

Late in the night, she started to spit into my mouth when she kissed me.

It was a kid thing to do. I would pretend to be grossed out and she'd do it again. Every glob of spit I'd swallow would make me that muck harder. I finally had to leave and calm down. It was almost morning and Linda would be home that afternoon. As the sun came up I checked on Sara before going to bed and she was fast asleep.

I shook her gently and she wouldn't wake up. The pills didn't work but being up that late did. I debated with myself what a lousy father I was but my weakness got the best of me and I got in bed with her. Too much groping would disturb her sleep I found out but gentle touches between her chubby legs seemed okay. I had her legs apart and gown hiked up half-way and I haltingly brought my face closer to her vulva.

I quick lick with my tongue, no reaction. I jabbed my tongue between her virgin lips, still no reaction. I lay on my belly between her legs and started to probe her vagina with my tongue. At one point she sighed but didn't wake up. Within half a minute, I came in my pants. What a feeling.

I had dreamed of doing something like that all my life.

Then the guilt set in.

God! What a sick person I was. That was my daughter! I only wanted to fuck her because she was convenient. Where was this leading to anyway? I couldn't really have sex with a child. It would ruin her life as well. I had to stop my desires!

I lay there for fifteen minutes thinking about those things. When I looked over to my sleeping Sara with her gown still hiked up, I was attracted again. Oh, well. One more time when she's asleep won't make a difference.

I probed her cunt with my mouth and she was delicious. It took me longer to cum this time as I wanted it to last. She was also very tight and couldn't get into her to taste her hymen. I thought about what lay past the hymen, how it never had anything in there before. I wanted to be in there first. I came.

Shit! It was almost eight o'clock! I went to bed, strangely satisfied.

We got in trouble for sleeping in but that was all.

At eight, she was getting fat. I wasn't happy with my ex wifes parenting abilities. Sara didn't seem interested in anything. Her mother and her mothers sisters simply wanted to have babies and live off of people. Not the best thing to teach a kid. I also got lectures about Sara hitting puberty early from being overweight.

Bedtime stories were still fun and Sara now was into faking me out with a kiss and then sticking her tongue all the way out and over my lips. I would kiss her tongue and pretend it was her lips and she'd alert me to the fact that my lips were pressed against the middle of her fat, wet tongue.

At one point, I licked her tongue back broadly but this actually grossed her out. Another night, I lost my head and put my hand on her head and frenched her for real. She pushed me away with disgust.

That was all that summer gave me. Though I did manage to jack off onto her floor without her knowing while these kissing games happened.

During the next year, I made up my mind. I was going to knock her out good and spend a proper night exploring my daughters body. It helped that she actually hit puberty as she became nine years old and was caught kissing boys around her mothers neighborhood. My Sara was a nine year old woman and I masturbated to thoughts of making her pregnant.

I bought some real knock out drops from an illegal source called roofies. Sara was getting pretty hefty so I figure that she was big enough not to have an overdose with one. Her being fat turned me off. Her being my daughter and nine and me getting her knocked up turned me on. Take a guess which feeling I went with.

She had been with me for most of the summer and I had given her allot of freedom to see boys by herself. If one broke her hymen, I could be off the hook. I preferred to break it myself, as unwise as that was. Linda had an illness in the family and would be away for a few days only a couple of weeks before Sara had to fly back. This would be my best opportunity to fuck my daughter.

I waited until ten to dope her as she had dinner at six and wouldn't throw up or otherwise dilute the dosage. This time, I gave it to her in a coke and made sure she was in a nightgown before giving it too her. She wouldn't go panty less though. Sara was also not interested in kissing me anymore that summer. But she sat on my lap as i waited for the drug to kick in. We watched TV. I was jittery and heady with what I thought was going to happen. Sara was heavy but smelled wonderful.

God, I was a pervert!

She would start to doze and I let her. By the third time I tried to shake her gently, she could not awake from her sleep. I checked her breathing and felt her pulse. She seemed fine but totally out for the night.

This was the moment I was waiting for! I tilted her head back and it lolled in my arms. her mouth was slightly open. I kissed her lips and lingered there with my mouth. Soon my tongue was in her mouth and I explored hers with it. My hands went to her legs and then to her body. I was getting very hard! I said my Sara was fat, she was for a nine year old but her hips weren't as big as mine and her belly didn't stick out badly. I reached under the couch for a silk scarf I grabbed from my wifes closet and wrapped it around her eyes. If she did wake for any reason, I didn't want her to know what was going on, or with who.

I laid her body on the couch and pulled off her panties. There it was, still hairless, but now fertile. I was ready to cum my pants, but I held back. Taste her first. Sara was growing up. There was a hint of adult woman smell, but still the child's scent more then anything else. I stuck my tongue into her as far as I could. She was very tight, but I managed to find her hymen intact. Good! No, bad! No... yes, good! I spread her vulva with my fingers and tongued her until I found that her hymen didn't totally cover her up. There was a small hole there!

I took my throbbing hard cock out and pressed it flush to her cunt, trying to aim for the hole and then came into her with my cock head slightly in her little virgin hole. I held it there and waited. No cum had escaped! I had cum into my fertile daughter!

When I did lift my still hard cock away, it took a moment for any cum to ooze out, but it did. Probably because she was to tight. Still, I knew it was past her hymen before coming out again.

I picked up my heavy daughter, not an easy thing to do, and carried her to her bedroom and laid her on her bed. She was out. Nothing could wake her. I checked her again, just sleeping. Deeply. I had laid two more scarves down under her bed and I used those to tie her arms together in front of her gently. I didn't want to leave any marks. I lifted her gown and sucked her tiny and puckered nipples. I was still hard as a rock. I loved the way it felt to have her naked body against mine. I was stripped all over her. I wanted to cum again, but this time in her.

Ah, fuck it. I was going to break her hymen and if anybody found out it was gone, I would blame one of those boys she was getting caught with. I lay with my back against her headboard and dragged her on top of me, straddling her legs to each side and facing me. I pulled her tied arms over my head and that held her up on me as I felt her body all over. I grabbed some KY I had for if this worked and slathered it on my cock and her cunt.

Using my hands, I lifted her butt up and positioned my cock at her virgin cunt. Then, still holding her up, I reached my fingers to her cunt lips and spread them as I pressed my penis head to her entrance. Her head was lolled onto my shoulder and with my head I moved it to loll backwards so I could watch her blindfolded face as I took my daughters virginity.

her wet lips were open and I kissed them as I lowered her over my cock.

Her hymen held and my cock started to bend sideways so I stopped lowering her and held her up with my cock still pressing against her maidenhead.

God! I wanted this! I lifted her and lowered her body with my cock pressing into her and I was almost ready to cum again when suddenly I felt the resistance give away and my cock sank slowly into her relaxed body.

The pressure inside of her was unbelievable and she gasped as I hit bottom with half of my cock inside her. I came hard and long. I was very scared that she would wake up but I couldn't tell with her eyes covered. I held her still and hoped she didn't.

When I finished cumming, she was still breathing like she was asleep. I was still buried in her and my cock went flaccid. The rest sank into her and I felt her butt rest completely over me. My cock was completely in her and she felt wonderfully tight. I kissed her hair and loved having my daughter this way. This time no cum could escape and I was hoping my sperm was making it's way to her nine year old eggs right now.

I stroked and felt her body. I was in heaven. if I got caught now and went to jail for the rest of my life, it will be worth it! Of course, I might think otherwise if I actually was in jail too so maybe it was just the moment. The moment was perfect. Maybe I'll buy her a car.

I lifted her gown and felt her body in front. I put the gown bunched up at her wrists and behind my head. Sara was now totally naked on me. I started to enjoy kissing her mouth fully and was soon getting hard with her tightness all around my member.

I inflated inside of my daughter and though the base of my cock slid out, more of me was in her this time. I kept kissing her. This time, I wasn't going to cum in her right away and found that I couldn't help myself from lifting her up and down to get a fucking action going. God! She was sooooo tight!

I couldn't see her eyes but her breathing was now heavier and I loved her breathing into my mouth. I ignored it all until I heard a soft moan from her throat. I panicked and stopped. Nothing happened. Sara didn't struggle or do anything that told me she was aware of what was happening. I started to fuck again, but gentler this time. Her breathing became harder again and another soft sound came from her but that was all. I fucked her until I came in her again.

I looked at the clock after a moment of rapture. It had been a little more than an hour, but I could do this for a few more. I held her there with me inside her and lay that way until my feeling her child's body up made me hard once more. Then I fucked her yet again. Soft moans and hard breathing, I ignored it this time. My daughter was mine and I didn't care how sore she was tomorrow, I was going to make her as pregnant as a father could. Nine years old and pregnant by her own father, that was making me very excited. I felt her, tasted her, smelled her, and knew her fully. I took in my daughter wholly and celebrated every inch of her sexually. This was a fathers dream. I said softly, "Sara" as I loved her face with mine.

I came in her yet again, planting more seed into her very young body.

Then, at the height, she whispered, "Daddy" as I was cumming in her. This made me cum harder and I felt joy.

Then I realized what she just said. I held perfectly still and stared wide eyed at her blindfolded face. She was breathing quite heavily and I became worried that she wasn't asleep anymore.

Sara's breathing eventually calmed down and this time I laid her onto her back gently. Her arms dropped from behind my head and lay still above hers. Her legs though, kicked out gently and straitened on their own.

This worried me, but after a moment, I told myself it was a reflex and she still seemed asleep.

Now what? She was tight and half of my cock was held inside of her by that. I didn't want to pull out, though I should. I wanted to keep my seed in her, and I might still get one more fuck out of her too.

Unfortunately, when my cock went limp, it popped out. I saw cum start to flow out and in a panic, closed her legs together. This might have helped but some would undoubtedly get on the sheets. I stacked two pillows and rolled her onto her belly with the pillows under her hips. This stuck her butt up in the air and I think it helped stop the flow of my gift to her from escaping. She didn't wake up still and became confident again.

Sara, her big butt in the air, looked very fuckable and it wasn't long before I was getting hard yet again this time with the thought of fucking her this way. She smelled like sex and her daddy was about to take her again sexually. I was over her on all fours and I slowly lowered myself to point my again hard cock to her positioned entrance.

I entered my daughter from behind. As I slid into her well lubricated vagina, I heard her gasp from where her heads was buried between her arms and into the mattress. I held in her for a moment, but she did not move otherwise and I came to the conclusion that every noise she's made has been in her sleep. Maybe she was having weird dreams. I could live with that.

I was soon fucking her again, but this time enjoying the feel of going in and out of her in this better position. I slid in and out very slowly and could swear I could feel every cell in her cunt as I slid into its silky interior. I put my hands from her waist down to her butt and felt her preschool curves while I bred her slowly.

I wanted more.

I started to slide into her deeper until I was pushing hard against her little cervix. I wanted to really fuck her good and this was my last chance. I spread my legs out and laid my weight onto her back as I fucked her harder with each hip motion. I put my hands under her belly and felt where I was going to place my baby in her. This got me more excited. I heard muffled noises coming from the blanket by her face but I was past caring. With my legs, I pulled her legs apart widely and then started to ram into her unprotected cunt like I would an adult. I pushed my hand down her belly under her and grabbed at her cunt, searching for her little clit with my fingers. I was working her pretty good now and was beginning to sweat over her. I heard muffled grunts from between her arms and I nuzzled my face into her hair between her head and arm and could feel her hot breath in there.

Fuck it! I wasn't going to stop until I came into her one last time. I didn't care if she was awake now. With my other hand, I slid in up under her past her neck and lifted her blindfolded head up. Her face was sweaty and she was grunting pretty loudly. I didn't care, I fucked her madly and held her face up for me to lick and nibble. Now and then I would hit something inside her and she would yelp quickly and her cunt would clench tightly on me. Other then that, she never struggled or said anything. I was just a bad dream.

I finally came harder then I'd ever cum in my life. I could help myself and pinched her clit as I came in her. Her bottom bumped up to get away but my weight held her there. When I was done cumming, I realized that my cock was buried all the way inside of her. I lowered her face back down slowly and let go of her clit too. I was now very worried of what was going to surely happen next and I made no sudden moves in case I was wrong and she was still drugged. Her cunt would now clench on me once and a while but her body was still otherwise.

I did feel her legs gently try to close up once but I was too afraid to move and let them. They stopped and after a time, I tried to slide gently out of my daughters well pounded cunt. She lay on her belly, butt in the air and legs spread with a gaping red hole just below her ass hole. Cum drooled out of her and onto the pillow. allot of cum and a hint of red streaks! Sara was soaking wet but I couldn't tell if it was my sweat of possibly hers.

Finally, I felt I should clean her up. My first inclination was to get a wet rag, but for some reason I lowered my face to her deflowered pussy and drank from her. I drank my own cum out of my own daughter whom I just fucked the shit out of. I felt like a sick man and licked my daughter clean half out of lust and half out of punishment to myself. It was the least I could do. I felt like a condemned man. Surely she would be hurting in the morning and become suspicious, even if she doesn't remember being fucked all night. How could she have not woke up during that last act? I didn't have that much faith in those knock out pills.

Her breathing was back to normal now and she didn't move. Maybe she didn't wake up. For the life of me I couldn't see how. I got out of my daughters bed and brought a half damp towel back. I cleaned her off and untied her arms. She didn't move. I slipped back on her pair of panties and hoped I got all of my cum out of her. I didn't remove her blindfold until I turned out the lights. I had time to clean her sheets tomorrow before Linda came back.

Linda! If she ever found out.... Well, she could really fuck me over.

I went to bed finally thinking about what I would say to all the things Sara might say first. I lay awake for a long time thinking about what I had done. Half of me was regretting my act, but the other half was feeling strangely satisfied. I went to sleep without even realizing it.

I woke the next morning when Sara crawled into bed with me. She seemed strange suddenly, or maybe it was just me. She snuggled up to me and said, "Daddy. I had a bad dream."

A bad dream! Maybe I was going to survive this after all. "What kind of dream, honey?" I said back to her.

She paused to remember it. Maybe I shouldn't have asked. Sara then said, "I was on a wild horse and he kept running away. I couldn't stop him, and you were beside me trying to grab me off of him but he kept running faster. It scared me." I tried very heard not to giggle. Maybe it was because I was nervous, but I felt like the wild horse in her dreams, only I was grabbing her too. "I feel funny too."

This sobered me up. "Funny? How?" I asked.

"It hurts like I was riding a horse. But it was just a dream, right daddy?" She had such a sleepy, pouty voice right now. I had an urge to kiss her lips but stopped myself. I shouldn't get used to that, that's over with now.

"Well, sweetheart, sometimes dreams can feel so real that our brains can make us think things really happened." That was one of the things I thought about saying last night.

"It makes us hurt?" Sara asked.

"Sure. That's how voodoo dolls work. We think it's going to hurt us so it does." I kissed her head and took a quick whiff of her hair. "Listen. Don't worry about a thing. It'll go away if you don't try to think about it, okay?"

"Okay," she said. This seemed to comfort her and she hugged me and said, "I love you daddy."

"I love you too. More then you can possibly imagine." I could feel her smile and relax with me. Sara dozed off and I lay awake with a sudden feeling that we just got somehow closer.

We did get closer.

Sara kissed me on the lips at the airport in an innocent yet deep way and said she wanted to talk to me everyday. Linda didn't seem the wiser, though she did say once that she thought I had a very good relationship with my daughter. I wasn't going to tell her how good.

I had wet dreams those first few months after Sara went home.

It was five months later that I got a frantic phone call from my ex wife telling me that Sara was pregnant. Because Sara was overweight, nobody knew until she was too far along to have an abortion. There was allot of concern about a ten year olds ability to have a child (She'll be ten when the due date hits) and I made all the concerned noises a loving but confused father should make. There were allot of questions a few weeks later about what she'd been doing while in my custody and the ex did everything short of accusing me of being a bad father. I few well placed mentions about her sneaking out while with the ex as well as here tempered her indignation.

The only option left was to give the baby up for adoption. Sara was not having any off that. Of course, being a minor, she had no say and she was much too young to be a mother anyway.

I talked with Linda, laying heavily onto duty and family and she sort off agreed that maybe we could be the baby's parents. Basically, I said that this was a way to make up for not being there as much as I wanted with Sara. Whom I felt that I should have had.

Well, I did have her. But you knew that.

My ex seemed to agree as her sisters and her had enough kids to take care of, but would like to see this one still in the family. It was a baby girl.

Sara delivered there and we took the baby with us after a few months with Sara in tow. Linda seemed less thrilled about Sara moving in permanently but went along with it. We put Sara on a diet and exercise program and I parented her to doing better in school too. Sara had something to motivate her now. She had to be a good student for her baby.

She also wanted to be a good mom for her daddy.

I would hold my daughter/granddaughter in my arms and Sara would sit there and look at me in a strange way. Since I was the adopter, I was officially the daddy and Linda was the Mother. Linda seemed not as thrilled though after a while and Sara started to take over the mothering duties so my daughter became the mother and I still the father. This seemed right to me.

Sara still seemed like a little girl in some ways but became a good kid all around.

After a few years, Sara was "Mommy" and I was "Daddy" as our baby began to talk a little and Linda became fed up with the whole thing. She didn't want to make me give up the baby as little Sally, That's what Sara named the baby, needed a family but she couldn't be there any more.

We broke up amiably. Sara was now the lady of the house. We would lay together in my big bed in the mornings when Sara brought Sally in and watch her sleep as we smiled at each other. Sara was now twelve and getting quite shapely now that she wasn't fat anymore. It was a morning like that when she told me that she knew.

I wasn't even thinking about what she just said. I just looked at little Sally with love. "Know what?" I replied absently.

"That Sally is yours."

"Of course she is." I didn't even realize what she meant. "I'm the daddy, remember."

Sara lifted herself over to me and lay down on top of me with that body that I still dreamt of. "I want you to give me another one." I felt icy cold all of a sudden. Sara smiled. She knew I knew right then.

"How... how long have you known?" I stammered.

"I think I've always known inside. Now I'm sure of it." Damn! You can't trust females! Er, maybe not fathers either come to think of it.

"Daddy. You are a great father. To me and little Sally. Lets have another one." Sara wrapped her arms around my neck like I had her all those years ago. She kissed me like I've always wanted her to kiss me.

She said, "Make love to me daddy. Let me feel what it's like this time."

I bred Sara with Sally right there.