Thanks again to Nitely for his editing help.

"Don't give me that shit!" Lydia yelled at her 13-year-old daughter, then added cruelly, "If you still have your cherry, it's only because he didn't want it!"

"Maaa!" Shanna whined.

"Lydie, stop..." Andy tried to interfere. However, his wife was drunk again and it seemed that every time she got like this, if it wasn't him that Lydia was railing against, it was their daughter.

"Look, I've warned you that if we weren't careful, she was going to end up a slut. Now look, she was letting the Tewes boy kiss her ... What next?"

Shanna's eyes widened in shock; her mom had actually called her a slut. With that Shanna broke down crying. Unable to respond, she turned on her heels and rushed away, hurrying upstairs to her room.

Suddenly alone with his wife, Andy asked, "Why, Lyd? She's a good kid, for crissakes."

"Yeah, right. You watch..." Lydia slurred. "Ah screw it, I'm going to bed too."

Andy was surprised, but grateful, that the whole episode had ended so abruptly. That was highly unusual for his wife. Normally, she'd then turn her venom on him and there would generally be another confrontation. He was going to confront her to challenge her about their daughter, but quickly realized that it would make no sense and would only prolong the night. Instead, he let her stagger off to go to bed.

Once he was sure that she wasn't coming back out, he sat back on the couch, closed his eyes and rested. His mind was still jumbled from what had happened. Hell, Shanna had been at his brother's house all night, where there had been a birthday party for his niece. After the party ended, Billy Tewes, from across the street, a 15-year-old boy who hung out with the cousins, walked Shanna home. Unfortunately, Lydia was looking out the window when the two youngsters kissed.

Andy thought that he'd better go up and comfort his daughter. It seemed that over the course of the last three years or so, once a week or more, one of them was comforting the other. Lydia's drinking problem was now a full-blown disaster.

Strangely, if anything, father and daughter felt closer and closer to each other with each new episode. How often one of them would watch in anger and sympathy when the other was bearing the brunt of Lydia's fury! Their eyes would meet and the love and sympathy would transmit between them.

Guessing that Lydia had by now passed out, Andy stood up. He was about to go to his daughter's room, but decided to check on his wife. Looking in on her, he saw that she was already under the blanket; her slacks and blouse, shoes and nylons were strewn about the room. Shaking his head, he closed the door quietly and walked to his daughter's room.

He knocked gently on her door.

"Y-yeah?" Shanna's soft voice called, obviously hoping that it wasn't her mother there to continue the row, he guessed.

"Everything okay in there?" he said to the closed door. "Are you decent?"

"H-hold on..." He heard her shuffling around a bit, and then heard her bedsprings bounce a couple of times. "Okay, you can come in."

He opened the door to see his daughter sitting up on her bed, holding her blanket pulled up just under her chin.

He walked over and sat down next to her on the bed.

"You okay, toots?" he asked.

"I-I'm fine dad..." she whispered, sounding somewhat nervous. He had no way of knowing that she had been in the middle of masturbating when he knocked. In fact, he had been the object of her hand's affections, as was so often the case.

"She didn't mean it, you know."

She nodded as if in sympathetic understanding, then softly said, "We seem to say the same thing to each other every time, hah?"

Shanna looked up at her father and their eyes seemed to be studying each other. He had seen her like this many times, but this time there was difference in her eyes as she gazed at him. It was something he had never seen in his daughter before...

Suddenly his heart was starting to race. For over a year now he had been fantasizing of touching and kissing his daughter. It may have been wrong, but he rationalized it by telling himself that all fathers fantasized about their little girls. Recently, however, his fantasizing began to play with his imagination and he started to imagine that Shanna was looking at him and wanting him to do things.

Now in this moment of sympathy, Andy found himself moving closer to his 13-year-old daughter sitting alongside him. Then he reached up and held her shoulder, while at the same time their eyes held on each other.

He could feel the warmth that was emanating from her soft, tanned skin, made all the more hot because of fantasies playing in his head. Shanna simply watched as he slowly lowered his mouth and pecked her lips gently, something all fathers do, but ... her mouth actually parted beneath his peck.

Pulling his mouth from her, Andy looked again into his daughter's eyes and he was almost sure that he saw more than a little girl looking at her daddy.

He now rubbed his hand over her neck, his fingers gently teasing her ears, then moving about her shoulder. While doing so, without thinking about it, he leaned his head down until his lips just brushed the back of her neck. His eyes closed, he moved his head in circles, lightly touching her skin with his lips.

Once she felt her father's mouth, with his warm breath caressing her neck, a moaning sound escaped her own lips. "Oh, Daddy ... that feels so nice ... please, don't stop..."

Andy stopped his circular motion and gave her neck a soft, gentle kiss, sending shivers down both their spines. He could smell the scent from her skin, stronger than he had ever noticed, and guessed that his daughter was as excited as he. His hand glided down her back to her small waist, and he continued to delicately kiss and lick her neck.

"Oh, Daddy..." he heard her sigh.

Shanna closed her eyes as he lifted his other hand to the back of her shoulder and started rubbing both of his hands about her.

She moaned then reopened her eyes. "Daddy, Billy only kissed me..."

"I know baby girl."

"You know I love you right?"

"I love you too hon."

"Daddy, you know I'm not a slut like she said, right? You know I'd never do anything with anybody, right?" He was nodding. She was talking, "I'd never let anybody enjoy my body Daddy; not fully. I'd never go all the way."

He stared, wide-eyed at his daughter, not believing what she had just said.

She looked down a bit as she said "I ... I've always wanted you to teach me how to make love for the first time. Kinda stupid, huh?"

He froze. Not knowing what to say, he simply looked into her eyes.

Then moving her mouth close to his, she whispered, "Daddy, I want you. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me. Tonight. Right now..."

She slowly leaned her head forward, parted her lips, and grasped his open lips with a soft but strong kiss. They both moaned in pleasure as their lips met, and soon their tongues were slowly exploring, searching each other out, dancing around each other in a slow waltz as they met.

He broke the kiss and reached around with his right hand to grasp her left shoulder. Then he kissed her chin, then her throat, and down to her collarbone.

"Oh, Daddy, I've wanted this to happen for so long..." she said.

"Why didn't you let me know?" he replied, his mouth never stopping its work on her upper chest.

"I-I was too scared you'd think I was silly; that you'd never want me."

He stopped his kissing and sat up straight to look into her large, moist, soft brown eyes.

"How could I not want you, Shanna?" he asked, exasperated. "I've seen you grow to be one of the most beautiful women I've ever had the pleasure of seeing."

They stared in each other's eyes, the lust of both visible to each other.

She reached up and gently held his hand on her shoulder, as if to signal him to move it.

"Touch me, Daddy," she whispered.

He leaned forward and kissed her, more forcefully than they had previously. Her arms went around his head, as he pressed his tongue deeper into her open, inviting mouth. Slowly ... so slowly, his hand traced her skin down...

... down...

... down...

... until his hand rested on her budding, nearly B-sized breast. The 13-year-old girl broke the kiss and reeled her head back, gasping as her father felt her for the first time.

"Oh, god, Daddy ... you make me feel so good..."

"Daddy wants to make you feel so much better, sweetheart."

His head leaned down to the top of her breast as he started licking in small circles down until her erect nipple was inside his mouth. She could do nothing but cradle his head in her arms as she rocked back and forth, reveling in the feeling. His hand sought out her right breast, and started a different sort of massage than what he started. Soon, both her nipples were as hard as they'd ever been in her life, sensations she had never experienced running through her as never before. He moved his mouth over and started his gentle teasing with his tongue on her other breast, drawing slow, agonizing circles with his saliva on her until his mouth found what it was seeking.

"Oh, god, Daddy, I'm so wet right now ... Are you hard?"

"I guess my little girl knows more than I thought," he giggled. "Lay back on the bed, sweetheart."

She did as he asked, and he took a moment to enjoy the sight. There she was, his young daughter, lying down in front of him, nothing on but a flimsy pair of white, cotton panties, just as he imagined in his dreams. Her youthful breasts stood straight up in the air. Her eyes were closed, her right arm by her side, her left arm up around her head.

After fully enjoying this sight with his eyes, he decided other parts of her body deserved some attention. He kissed her slightly on the lips, and resumed his tasting of her skin; down her chin, her throat, to her breastbone, where he reached up and kissed her right breast again. She shivered in excitement and lust as she felt his warm, wet mouth enveloping her budding nipples.

As his mouth satiated itself with her breasts, his left hand raised up to cup them. Then, slowly, he traced his fingers down past her stomach, around her navel, and to the cotton panties that were just below. The young girl sucked in her breath as she felt this, knowing that soon, soon her own desires would be fulfilled.

He continued sending his fingers down, past the elastic of her panties, and over her quivering abdomen until he reached its destination. After a couple of seconds, he continued to her right leg, to her inner thigh, slightly tickling her there.

"Oh, god, Daddy ... I'm so wet for you ... I-I was touching myself and thinking of you just before you came here," she whispered her confession.

"No more fantasies for either one of us, baby girl," he whispered back, owning up to his own sinful thoughts of her in the past. "Soon, I'll be inside you."

Another wave of wetness escaped her as she heard his words, knowing that she had almost waited too long to make true her desires.

His left hand tugged at her thighs a bit, indicating that he wanted her to part them. She obliged eagerly. Still softly sucking on his daughter's breast, he palmed her mound and let his fingers fall over her opening, finally noticing how soaked she really was. Shanna could hardly take this stimulus and grabbed her Daddy's head and brought his mouth to hers, kissing him, tonguing him as though there was no tomorrow. Moans and grunts were the only noises she could recognize, and it took a minute to notice that it was her own sounds she was hearing.

"Oh, DADDY, keep touching me!"

Slowly, after what seemed like an eternity, his hand started rubbing her lower lips over the panties. Back and forth it went, sending her to a new high of excitement, until he hooked his thumb around the crotch of the garment. He led his fingers in the space it provided, and he touched the object of so many wild dreams. Her pussy lips were swollen and parted, inviting his yearning fingers inside. He had to consciously remember that this was her first time so that he didn't just ram his fingers inside.

He once again used his fingers to trace the area around her opening, feeling how excited she was. He inserted his middle finger just inside her, and Shanna arched her back upward at his touch.

"Oh, GOD, Daddy, that feels so good, so good..." she gasped.

He went into her with his finger just deep enough so his first knuckle was wet. Back and forth; so slowly did he excite his daughter. When his finger was well lubricated, he left her opening and traced his way up to her soft, erect clitoris. The youngster could do nothing but suck in her breath at this feeling.

Back and forth, once again so slowly, he rubbed her clit, sending Shanna into a frenzy as she came from someone else's touching for the first time in her life.

"Oh, Daddy ... oh God ... oh God ... oh GOD ... OH GODDDDD! YES! YES!" she screamed as this new sensation swept over her from the top of her head down to her toes. She grasped his head with her hands and could do nothing but squeeze with all her might. "YES! DADDY YES! OH GOD!" Her hips moved up and down as her orgasm sent another wave of nectar through her legs and down her slit.

After resting for a time, she looked at him. "I've never cum like that before. I've touched myself so often, dreaming that you were the one doing it to me, but I've never climaxed like that before. Oh, God ... MMMM ... Oh God, Daddy..."

"Well, there's more of that still waiting to cum," he punned.

He tugged at her panties, letting her know what he wanted. She raised her hips to help him, and soon her crotch-soaked garment was on the floor. Once again, Andy took a minute to enjoy the sight of his 13-year-old daughter's sweet body. Shanna's legs were slightly parted; her right leg raised a bit, providing him with an incredible view of her youthful vagina. Her pubic hair was a soft brown, and only a sparse amount was visible on her mound. He reached his hand over to see what it felt like. As she closed her eyes again, he ran his fingers over her pussy hair, excited to find that it wasn't the coarse, rough kind that he had expected, but a soft, almost silk-like sort that added to her beautiful, naked body.

He reached his hands up and spread her legs. She obliged, and brought both her knees up to allow him more room. He crawled between her legs so that his mouth was just over her pussy.

"Oh, God, Daddy, I've wanted you to taste me for so long ... since that night..." she confessed.

Andy knew right away what she meant, but still he was shocked at the revelation. Shanna had only been 8 or 9 at the time when she walked in on her mom and dad. Andy was eating his wife at the time the youngster came into the room. He had his eyes open and could see his daughter watching from the doorway. Although their eyes met and she rushed from the room, neither ever admitted to what had happened and Andy never mentioned it to his wife. Now almost 5 years later, his 13-year-old daughter was confessing that she's wanted him to do the same to her ever since.

He rubbed his nose on the top of her hair, once again teasing her to no end. Shanna giggled and gasped in expectation. Replacing his nose, he softly stuck out his tongue, drawing yet more circles on her lower body. He could smell her musk emanating from her pussy, and could hardly wait to taste her sweet juices. He had heard that the aroma from one's own daughter's cunt seemed to affect the senses of fathers much more than any other smell. There was no doubt in Andy's mind now that was true.

He leaned his head down and brushed his tongue against the youngster's pussy lips. Shanna gasped again as he did this, not believing that such feeling was possible. After drawing an almost-oval shape around her entryway, he quickly, lightly touched her exposed clitoris, his tongue leaving it as quickly as it touched it.

"OH! Daddy, don't tease me, please..."

He spread her lips with his mouth and went back and forth against her clit, slowly. He wanted her to enjoy this, and was rewarded for his ministrations with her rocking her hips to and fro, also very slowly. He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up; he was still fully clothed and his hardened manhood simply YEARNED for freedom and attention. But, he told himself that the wait would be well worth it.

He started picking up his pace with his licks and sucks, gently bringing his daughter's engorged bud inside his mouth to nibble, suck and tease. Back and forth he went, bringing her to yet another climax. Shanna SCREAMED with delight as she came a second time, amazed that she could cum so soon after her first, and so much stronger.

He slowed down on her, easing her back into semi-reality. Finally, she could take it no more, "Daddy, I want you inside me ... please ... fill me..." she pleaded.

With only lust to guide his feelings, Andy was only too happy to oblige.

He stood up and slowly removed his clothing. As he undid the button on his pants, he noticed Shanna's hand drifting to her clit, rubbing slowly as he took off the rest of his clothing. He wasn't terribly long, only five or six inches in length, but the sight of him nude in front of her was more than she had ever dreamed.

"Please Daddy ... Please..." she said quietly. He moved quickly on top of her and kissed her mouth so tenderly, as only two lovers could.

As their mouths and tongues worked each other, Shanna writhed beneath him, almost pushing at him, urging him to move. Instinctively, Andy flipped over, bringing her along, so that she was on top. Her strong legs wrapped around him and he felt her wetness on the sensitive side of his penis, rubbing against it as she masturbated herself, erect penis against erect clit. All the while they tasted each other's mouth, tongue on tongue. His hands went to her perfect ass and kneaded her cheeks in expectation. Father and daughter. Lovers...

She leaned down next to his ear and whispered, "I couldn't imagine my first time being with anyone else but you..."

Now it was his turn to mutter, "Oh, God," allowing the moment to rush over him. Soon, he thought, he'd be fucking his little daughter. "Sweetheart, let me up so I can put on a condom."

She sat up a bit, stopped her rubbing against him. She reached down and put the tip of him just inside her. "No, Daddy, please..." she smiled and paused, looking down at him. Then she whispered, "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Shanna; so much. I always will," he smiled back.

She replaced her hand next to his head. This was it, this was the moment they both had wanted, but hadn't known until an hour ago.

She pressed her hips down, so that he was inside her only an inch. She closed her eyes and brought herself back up. Down she went again, allowing more of him inside her, and up again. Down and up she went, taking her time, enjoying the feeling of her father's hardness inside her.

After a minute, she slowly pressed down, all the way, until their pubic hairs met. Andy rocked his head back, scarcely believing how warm, tight, yet soft his daughter was inside. Her hymen must have ripped long ago, he thought, with the heavy dancing and stretching that she'd done over the years, so she felt no pain as she took him in.

"Oh, Daddy, you're so hard ... I love you."

"I love you too ... please ... don't stop, Shanna."

He pulled on her butt, leading her up so that just the head of his cock was inside and back down, up, and down, until she had set a rhythm she was comfortable with. Her soft, wet muscles practically pulled him in every time she went down.

Her father removed his hands so that he could grasp her young, taut breasts, and she started humping his cock faster, harder.

Shanna was moving with wild abandon, rotating her hips and driving her cunt up and down his hardened cock, taking all of him in her velvet-lined cunt with each stroke, her wet cunt sliding on his length, out of control, taking all of his cock with every hump, unbridled and frantic, fucking him for all she was worth ... The young girl found that by inching her body forward and supporting herself on her hands that she was able to move her hips more freely, and she began furiously to pump her soft, quivering buttocks up and down on him, faster and faster in the inexorable rhythm of love, locked to him by the erect phallus between them. Her young hips were writhing and pounding against father, rising and falling, swirling in great grinding rotations, her breasts swaying, her youthful tummy rubbing against him, as she leaned further forward. Back and forth she went, until both of them were gasping for air.

"Oh, DADDY, FUCK ME! OH FUCK ME! " she screamed. "I want to feel you cum inside me, oh Daddy!"

He held the thick length of his prick rigid for her, allowing her to move on him, In this position, Andy could not match his little girl's beat, so he raised his hips higher, offering up his manhood in sacrifice while she danced the ritual sex dance above him. Andy knew what he was about to do was insane, but he could hardly resist her wishes.

Soon, too soon, he felt his balls tighten, and he knew he was about to send his seed inside his own daughter. He knew she was unprotected, but his concern was wiped away as she pumped hard against him.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh yes, Shanna, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!"

"Mmmmm. You feel so good!" she cried, and with a desperate and final frantic ramming motion, she forced her father's throbbing prick deeply into her and she was there! "Aauugghhh! It's almost..."

Closer and closer Andy could feel his sperm climbing through his shaft. He was sent over the edge with her saying, "Oh, Daddy, I'm cumming AGAIN, OH DADDY I'M CUMMING SO HARD!"

With an animal howl, he felt his cock being milked by his daughter until he spurted hot cum deep, so deep inside her. "Oh God baby girl, me too... !!!"

Time after time he could feel himself spraying into the youngster, her motion never slowing down a bit. He couldn't tell where he was or who he was; the only thing real to him at that moment was how his daughter was making him feel. He never came like that before, and, he felt, he never would again.

Eventually, he started to soften as he struggled for air. She slowed her pumping motion, eyes still closed in ecstasy, allowing her juices to mingle with his. Soon after, reluctantly, she climbed off of him and his spent penis drooped onto his abdomen. There they stayed for long minutes, touching and kissing, their forbidden fantasies realized. They had loved each other for so long, now their love had entered into another dimension.

She looked at him, still under her. "I love you so much, Daddy. Thank you."

"Thank YOU, Shanna," he replied, unable to say anything more.

She rested her head on his shoulder, and soon father and daughter drifted off into satisfied, peaceful sleep.