Tincy's father was George Scott. George was 19 when Tincy was born to him and his 18 year old wife. George was what is known as a trust baby.

His grandfather had made millions importing phosphates. George didn't know what phosphates were but he had fully enjoyed the $500,000 per year income the trust provided. That had started when he was 25. At age 40 he would inherit the entire trust amount of about $40 million. In other words, George was not worried about money.

George and Ashley, his wife had a two story, tudor style house on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The view was gorgeous and so was the house. They hired gardeners to care for the property. Life was good.

Ashley came from a middle class background and had insisted on going to college. She had a BS in marketing and worked for an international cosmetics wholesaler. Her job took her all over the world. Ashley would be gone for one or two weeks at a time.

George was left to care for little Tincy and did so with love and attention.

But now George was mortified. He had just left the special house after fucking his now 16 year old daughter. He felt terrible guilt. He didn't know how he would face Tincy when they next saw each other. What could he say? What would she say?

But there was another side to it for George. He could still taste Tincy. He could still smell her hair and smell her sex. He could still feel her incredible body as he fucked her. And he could still hear her moans and screams as she had her orgasm. God, it had been wonderful until he turned on the light.

Tincy had started to cry and hid under the sheet on the bed. George didn't know what to do. He quickly got dressed and then sat on the bed next to the crying Tincy.

"Honey, I'm so sorry!"

"Go Away!"

"I don't know what to say. "

"Just go away, NOW", she screamed.

George got up and left the room. He hurried out with a slight smile to Amy, trying to cover his tracks. He walked down the block to his car and drove to his golf club to shower and change. He was all sticky with Tincy's and his love juices and couldn't go home that way. Meanwhile, back at Aunt Amy's Tincy had calmed down and was getting dressed when Aunt Amy came into the room.

"Tincy, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Tincy managed a smile as she continued to dress.

"Was the man good to you, he didn't hurt you did he?"

"He didn't hurt me, he was gentle and just fucked me is all. Do you know his name?

"No dear, the men are all anonymous. Why do you ask?"

"Oh just curious is all. And he doesn't know my name?" Tincy needed to know how things worked.

"He doesn't know your name, Tincy. Did you turn on the light in the room?"

"No," Tincy lied.

"Very well then, let's get you fully dressed and get you your fee." Tincy followed Aunt Amy downstairs and to an office. Aunt Amy counted out 9 $100 bills and handed them to Tincy.

Tincy had grown up in wealth but had never had any money that her parents hadn't given her. This was special, but at a price that horrified her.

She arrived home about twenty minutes earlier. She was glad that her mother was out of town, in Europe. Tincy didn't think she could hide her feelings from her mom. She went to her room and stripped off all of her clothes and got in to her shower. She let the warm water course over her body as she bathed away the aftermath of sex with her father.

Tincy felt intense guilt. She knew it was wrong to feel as she did, but she suddenly realized that she had loved being fucked and loved that it was her daddy. She couldn't believe it. At 16 her first real sex experience had been with her 35 year old father. He had made love to her, not just fucked her. He had kissed her and held her in a gentle loving way. She could still feel his cock in her and feel his hands on her breasts.

Tincy put on some cotton pajamas over silk panty and laid down for a nap. She dozed off in to a deep sleep. Two hours later she awoke just as she heard the front door close below. She knew her daddy was home. She sat up in bed and pulled the covers up under her chin and waited. George knocked on her door and heard a faint, "come in."

He opened the door and walked in to Tincy's bedroom. She looked at him with her beautiful green eyes brimming with tears and started to sob. George went to the bed and put his arm around her shoulders. He pulled her head to his chest and held her as she sobbed, patting her on the head. Slowly the sobbing subsided and Tincy sat up and looked him in the eye.

"What happened, daddy? What were you doing there/"

"Sweetheart, I will explain the why more later, but can you forgive me?"

Tincy was surprised, he was asking for her forgiveness.

"What's there to forgive, daddy? I didn't know it was you and you didn't know it was me."

George was very surprised. He had not expected this reaction from the daughter he had just fucked. "Princess, we must keep what happened between us! Can you do that?"

"Yes, daddy, I won't tell anyone. Why would I? I love you and I don't want to get either of us in trouble."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No."

"I would never hurt you sweety."

"I know."

George caught his breath as he suddenly realized something.

"Tincy, are you on the pill?"

Tincy turned white. She suddenly realized what the question meant.

"No."

"Well then we have to get you some Plan B. Do you know what that is?"

George was not too surprised the Tincy knew that Plan B was a "morning after" contraceptive. He was sure that by 16 Tincy knew all about Plan B. He quickly drove to the nearby drugstore and purchased the contraceptive. The last thing he needed was to impregnate Tincy.

At home they broiled some steaks and had a salad. They were both trying to avoid the elephant in the room; that they had had father-daughter sex. They both made idle chit chat and did their best to make it through the evening.

At 10:15 Tincy yawned and told her daddy that she was tired and was going to bed.

"See ya in the morning, daddy."

George watched as the lovely girl left the room. He tried not to, but he could not help but watch her beautiful ass as she walked away. She looked so luscious in those pajamas.

George sat up for the 11 o'clock news and then went to the master suite and took a shower. It was a warm night and George went to bed nude as was his custom. He hated to wear anything to bed, loving the freedom of movement. He lay on his back and starred up at the ceiling. Images of Tincy flooded his mind and he found himself fondling his tumescent cock as he lay there.

He daydreamed about Tincy's tight pussy; how warm and smooth it was as he fucked her. Her pussy was like silk. He dreamed of plunging his cock deep in to her pussy, fucking her over and over. He visualized her firm breasts. He could feel them in his dream state against his chest, her nipples hard against his body as he caressed her. He tasted her lush lips and tongue as they had kissed. He could smell her herbal shampoo; smell her sex as she came in the wonderful orgasm they had shared. George jerked of and came into a tissue in a rushing torrent. He drifted off to sleep asking himself, "What has she done to me?"

Their home was "U" shaped. The bottom of the U was 52 feet wide and comprised the front of the house. The right side of the U housed an office and the large master suite. The suite had a marble jetted tub in the floor of the bath, a sauna, double sinks and, uncommon for homes in America, a bidet. Next to the suite were an office and a large closet storage area. The suite had a 12 foot sliding glass door which opened out on to a large beck or balcony. The balcony overlooked the rear area down to the garden level rear of the house. It ran the entire rear of the house from the master suite U , across the main rear of the house and up the side and around to the left U.

That wing of the house had three bedrooms, three baths and a large closet storage area. Tincy's room was oriented the same as the master suite and much the same size with a 12 foot sliding door opening out on to the balcony.

For the next two days and nights George and Tincy went about their usual routines. Tincy's mom was still out of town and they had breakfast and dinner together. Everything seemed to have calmed down and the incident at Aunt Amy's was not mentioned.

The night was very warm and George, hating air conditioning, opened the sliding door wide. The wonderful thing was there were no bugs. For some reason they just did not come around. You could have the doors and windows open without screens. George loved to lie in bed and listen to the ocean in the distance. It was a full moon and clear.

At midnight George was drifting off when a movement caught his eye. He looked at the deck and could see Tincy standing facing away from the room. She had on a flowing silk robe that was gently blowing in the breeze. Her blonde hair was rustling as it hung down her back. She was just standing there in the moonlight. George lay quiet, afraid to make a sound. He held his breath and watched as Tincy removed the robe draping it over her shoulder. She was naked underneath.

Her skin glowed in the moonlight. George could clearly see the contours of her lovely figure with her beautiful ass and small waist. He felt his cock rise to full attention as he gazed out at his 16 year old, gloriously beautiful in the moonlight, naked with the breeze blowing her long, strawberry blonde hair. Then Tincy turned to stand in profile for a moment, put the robe over her shoulder and walked out of sight. "What in the hell was that all about?" George wondered.

George couldn't bring himself to ask the next morning and the day went as usual. That night George lay in bed wondering if Tincy would reappear. By 1am she hadn't and George felt a combination of disappointment and relief. But he was curious. Donning some boxers and a pair of sandals he went out on to the balcony and looked over at the wing where Tincy's room was. All was dark.

He walked quickly until he came adjacent to Tincy's sliding door. He was thrilled to see that it was open. The moon was shining in an illuminating the room. Tincy was lying on her back, She was wearing a bare midriff t-shirt and white cotton bikini panties. She was sound asleep, breathing slowly.

George drank in the sight. Her t-shirt fit loosely and was pulled down from her right breast to expose a nipple. He could see the fine veins and the pink nipple. He longed to taste her nipple. Her panty cupped her pussy containing it's lush lips. Her legs were only slightly apart and George loved their lovely, tanned look. He wanted to run his tongue up the inside of her thighs. He had a massive hard on.

Tincy turned on her side facing away from the door. She made a little mewing sound as she turned. George was transfixed. He reached in to his boxers and began to jack off, watching Tincy as she slept. God he wanted her. His cock was fully out in his hand when it began to jerk and he knew he was going to come. He could hardly shoot his load all over the carpet in Tincy's room. He quickly turned and shot his load in to his hand. After he came he got himself together and went back to his bed. He had not paid attention to the floor length mirror opposite the sliding door, the mirror that allowed a person lying on the bed facing the mirror to see back to the balcony.

The next night Tincy retired early and George could hear her shower running. Then all was quiet. He watched the news and went to bed at 11:15. He had been asleep for about 30 minutes when he slowly became aware that he was being watched. Opening his eyes, there he beheld Tincy standing looking down at him at the side of his bed. She was wearing the silk robe. He could see that she knew he was awake. Tincy let the robe fall to the floor and, without saying a word, pulled back the sheet and got into bed with George. She wiggled herself and him in to a spoon position. George's could smell Tincy's herbal shampoo and a second scent. It was a delicate musk. Not the perfume that most 16 year olds wear. It was fucking perfect!

George reached around and cupped her perfect breast, gently tickling it's nipple. Tincy moved just a bit to encourage this. His hand moved over her breast as she began to breath more deeply. He kissed her neck and cheek. Tincy turned in his arms to face him. She pressed her body to him and kissed him passionately. Her mouth was eager as she sucked in his tongue and he tasted hers. She threw one leg over his thigh opening her crotch to expose her pussy.

Her daddy reached down and touched her mound, finding it very wet. He pushed two fingers in to her pussy and felt it's hot, wet willingness. Tincy rolled on to her back and George mounted her.

"Are you sure about this, princess?"

"Yes daddy, I want you in me."

She took his throbbing cock in her hand and guided it to her pussy. He did his best to control himself as he slid in to her willing pussy. By the third thrust he had penetrated deep. Tincy was panting and raising her butt up to meet his every thrust. He was taking his time, savoring her as he fucked in and out, penetrating in to her silken pussy, feeling her hot wet juice. They were kissing passionately as they fucked. He could feel her finger nails.

George rolled on to his side and lifted Tincy up so that she was on top, riding his cock. He looked up at her in the moon light. Her eyes were bright as she looked down at him. Her face was transported by her sexual ardor. She rose and fell on his cock and he arched his back to thrust up in to her. He gazed in loving awe at her beautiful body as she rode him. Her breasts were firm but jiggled ever so slightly with her movement. She was panting loudly and beginning to move her hips from side to side and up and down. George was totally in the rapture of fucking his daughter. He began to feel his cock twitch in Tincy and an unspoken signal passed between them.

Tincy and George came together, in a crescendo of lust and love. He moaned in ecstasy y as Tincy screamed out her orgasm. They shuddered and shook as each gave to the other. George filled Tincy's pussy with his seed as she flooded his cock and balls with her cum. Then she fell forward on to his chest, spent, full of his cum and his love. She kissed him tenderly and he returned her warm kiss.

They went to sleep in each other's arms as the moon moved over the house and the room darkened.