“Yes girl, that’s exactly what I just did. What do you think?”
She put a hand between her legs then pulled up fingers wet with semen, as she studied her hand she said, “I didn’t know that could happen. I mean, I can’t have babies, so how come you did that?”
The only light in the room was from the flickering screen on the big television on the wall at the opposite end of the bed. There was a beautiful woman, naked, on her knees, giving a well-developed man a job. I was slow fingering my semi-hard, not masturbating, but amusing myself as the porn scene ran. The woman stood into a hot fucking clutch and kiss with the guy’s hard-on between her legs. As he rammed his cock into her, I shifted my eyes from the TV to my bedroom door, something had caught my peripheral vision.
She was in the shadow, standing against the wall opposite the open door. I could barely make out her form in the dark but I recognized my daughter. I almost blurted out in surprise, but pretending that I hadn’t seen her I turned off the TV then rolled away from the door to my side and settled into the pillow. I wasn’t about to ask how long Hannah had been standing, watching porn.
I couldn’t sleep, the image of the girl in the hall wouldn’t leave my head. How long, how many times had she stood in the hall and watched my porn clips? Hannah is my adopted daughter; she came to me and my wife as a foster child when she was barely a toddler. Two years after she arrived, we adopted Hannah. Three years after that, my wife passed away. Hannah and I had been with no womanly influence for eight years. For the first time in a very long time, I needed a woman in the house. It was time someone talked to the girl about the facts of life and I was sure I didn’t want to do it. However, it was her covertly watching porn that gave me the impetus to groom the girl for her intimate future.
I didn’t start a conversation about sex, but I also didn’t stop watching pornography, I had favorites, but I liked to explore too. If Hannah made a habit of watching my porn, she was being exposed to some basic moves, raw, natural, fucking, and sucking. I wasn’t in to heavy shit, pain, bonds, or forcing, but every site I liked proclaimed in Russian that the models were all 18 or older. Not likely, some of them underground girls didn’t look any older than Hannah. I’m not partial to MILF, I can get that at the sports bar.
I didn’t know how to approach the girl, or even if I should. I mean, it would probably embarrass the shit out of her if I told her I knew her secret. I didn’t want to alienate her, shame her so I kept my mouth shut, but soon began to dial in to clips that might influence her thinking. I didn’t every night, I’m a weekend adventurer, so her being up late on school nights wasn’t a problem. She didn’t show up for every sexual exposition I put on the screen either, but often enough to be exposed to several erotic practices and situations. It wasn’t long before I was screening specific sexual trends or acts when I knew Hannah was watching. Occasionally I would slip in some young and old, or family friendliness then enjoy a semi-blue while thinking about the young woman standing in the hall.
After some weeks of letting my daughter covertly watch porn, I decided it was time to let her know I knew. I found a clip of a modern Adonis making out with an eternal Venus and set it up then slipped from my room. I gave Hannah time to sneak to her spot to watch the fucking and sucking, she didn’t know I wasn’t in bed.
I came up behind her, she was standing in her favorite place, she had a full view of my TV but was still not in view of anyone on the bed, me for example. Hannah was so focused on the clip she didn’t sense or feel me come up. She had her right hand between her legs; she was fingering herself as the guy on TV licked a girl’s pussy while probing her ass with a thumb. My prick began to bounce and drool.
I stood behind my adopted daughter and looked at her for the first time in years. Really looked at her. Shit. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, she had somehow without my noticing, developed some very feminine curves, lumps, bumps and features. The arm between her legs held the hem of her night shift high so I got an inciting view of her leg from ankle to hip, the firm round butt cheek, and no panties. While I was evaluating the young woman standing in front of me with her fingers in her pussy, my cock became an instrument of destruction and I made the move that would change our lives.
Carefully I pulled my night pants down then lifted my feet from them. I put my arms around Hannah and pulled her close to give my erection a feel of her ass. Hannah yelped, “Oh!” then spun in my arms and fucking near collapsed to the floor. I kept her from falling but she was totally in shock looking into my face. She began to burn bright embarrassed and tried to struggle from my arms but I picked her up and carried her into the room, then while still holding her, got onto my knees on my mattress. Hannah was still, shocked silent; I had caught her watching porn and masturbating and she was mortified, petrified of what I might do or say, I laid her down. She was on her back looking up at me and finally found enough voice, “Dad, daddy, don’t be mad daddy.”
I didn’t hesitate. “Mad? No Hannah, I’m not mad, I’m fucking horny. I’m horny and you are about to get screwed.” I took the hem of the nightgown and pulled it up until she had to sit up so I could pull it off her arms. My daughter was sitting in the center of my bed wearing just transparent air, the sight of her well-formed teen body caused my cock to expand even more. The TV was still on, the Adonis was drilling for passion between Venus’ legs but the girl wasn’t watching that, she was watching my erection as I pushed her to her back, pulled her legs wide then went to my arms over her. My cock was pointed true but I didn’t move, “Hold it Hannah, you will feel when you have me where you want it.”
Hannah did hesitate. After a few moments of intense uncertainty, Hannah felt my cock with tentative fingers, slid the crown through her pubic hair and between the lips of her pussy. The girl had been working herself well, she was warm, wet, and didn’t complain with I pushed into her. I wasn’t concerned that I might find a virginal barrier, to cause her to bleed; when I caught her, her fingers were deep up her cunt, she was used to foreign objects. I stopped pushing into my daughter when her sweet pussy kissed my balls. I was pumping pre-cum and she was ready; I started fucking the sexual dream.
Years ago, when Hannah was younger, we were in a bad car accident. The drunk driver that hit us was killed and my wife and daughter went into the hospital. My wife didn’t come out; my daughter came out only after extensive surgeries. When Hannah was released from the hospital the final thing the surgical team told me was the girl would never get pregnant, her baby producing parts were beyond repair.
I looked down on Hannah who was watching me with huge intense eyes, and reveled in the knowledge I could cum without drama. And that is exactly what I did. I filled that virgin’s womb with legions of tiny little fuckers looking for some egg pussy, but their destinies would not be fulfilled.
I was totally relaxed, on my back with the freshly fucked girl lying beside me staring at the ceiling fan. She didn’t act like she hated me; she wasn’t raging mad or incoherent with shame or scandal. Hannah rolled her head to me, “Did you just fuck me?”
“Yes girl, that’s exactly what I just did. What do you think?”
She put a hand between her legs then pulled up fingers wet with semen, as she studied her hand she said, “I didn’t know that could happen. I mean, I can’t have babies, so how come you did that?”
I rolled to face her, put a hand over her pussy and stroked her gently, “Having sex is totally different than having babies. Sex is how women get pregnant, how Nature uses women’s bodies to continue the species. But Nature doesn’t know you can’t have a baby, Nature only knows how to try. You will get horny; you can get fucked and have climaxes because your body will be happily trying to get knocked up. But no matter how much your body wants and tries, I’m sorry sweetheart, you won’t have a baby.”
“So, what we did is normal?”
“Normal for a man and a woman, yes, maybe not so normal for a dad and daughter.”
“Adopted daughter, I don’t have your DNA, isn’t that different?”
“No Hannah, not different, and you can’t get pregnant, but that doesn’t matter, that wouldn’t keep me from jail for a long time. I might have just fucked away our entire future.”
“I didn’t know I could do that, I mean I thought that was only to have babies. I’m not gonna tell anybody, I promise, nobody will know.” Hannah looked up at the ceiling fan, smiled, paused, and blushed, “I kind of liked it.”
My cock was reveling in the cozy closeness to the vibrant young female; reveling and growing anew, “I think you will like it again,” I pulled her hand to hold my erection and she immediately began to massage my nuts until my cock was stiff with new growth. When I was ready, I rolled her to her back then went to my knees between hers. Hannah was spread out like a naked Barbie clone, smiling as she waited for me. Only Barbie never had pussy hair, or a daddy. I fucked that beautiful young woman as if she were a bride and Hannah reveled in the passion, the sensations; the complete immersion into the nature of Nature. I reveled in the fact I couldn’t knock her up.
Puberty and her exposure to X-rated videos had prepared Hannah, she knew what she wanted, she knew what to expect, she just hadn’t yet experienced the hot fucking shivers and sensations of a man’s hands on her body, his cock in her cunt. She’d been having orgasms since she discovered my porn habit, but nothing she watched prepared her for the fucking she experienced that night. She was initially mortified that I caught her with her hand between her legs, scared as hell I would punish her somehow, but Hannah was so lost in the feel of my hands, mouth, and erection, she soaked up passion like a sponge. Even though her first cock was me, her adopted father, she liked getting fucked, neither kinship nor age was an issue. After receiving three cum injections and enjoying several climaxes, Hannah was too tired to rouse that morning. She slept on clotted semen until early afternoon.
I was supposed to go golfing with my best bud but I called it off to wait for my daughter to rise. She had a hell of a long night so I let her sleep as much as she needed. It was about 12:45 when she finally came into the kitchen wearing a morning robe, looking for caffeine. She couldn’t look at me directly as she poured coffee, she stood angled so I couldn’t look at her, but the slope of her shoulders, the bend of her head told me she was wary, apprehensive. When she finally did recognize me, Hannah asked, “Dad, what we did, is it okay?”
“You thought so last night.”
The girl burned bright red and avoided my eyes as she scuttled from the room. I followed, too much had happened, I couldn’t just let her walk away thinking about, or doubting the foundation of our relationship. Hannah had to know she was my daughter --- not some random piece of ass. She had just dropped her robe when I came into her room, unabashed, Hannah informed me, “I need a shower. Are you going anywhere before I get out, we need to talk.”
“I need a shower too,” I replied then pulled off my clothes. My daughter and I stood nude and inspected the other, my cock was rising, she was smiling. As I appraised the naked young woman, Hannah transformed from my daughter --- to a random piece of ass.
She was face against the wall, her cheek pressed against the stall as I pressed against her, screwing her deep and hard as we stood in the flow of water. Hannah was sipping puffs of air then squeaking it out as I fucked her. I’d cum with her four times that night, but the vibrating female I was with had my overworked cock energized for the fifth time. She was building pressure, I could feel her entire body tensing for the end, but before her orgasm took control, I dropped to my ass, pulled Hannah around until she had to step her legs wide across me. I was sitting between her legs, her soft, tender cunt was where I wanted it. I kissed my daughter’s clit, licked the length of her crack then turned my tongue loose on her pussy.
Hannah may have thought she’d already had good start on a sex life by letting me fuck her four times, but when I put my mouth between her legs, the girl went almost catatonic, she stiffened up, rolled her head back so her face was in the shower stream then her legs started vibrating. Hannah grabbed my hair in two fists and tried to snatch me bald as her body rocked and shook like a wind-up toy with a broken spring.
When she went completely slack over me, I stood, picked her up and carried her back to bed. By the time we got to my room, my overworked cock didn’t feel overworked, it was ready. She was on her back, staring at me when I pressed my fully extended muscle into her, her eyes went wider, she bit her lower lip and whispered, “Oh my god, MMmmm, uhh! That feels so good.”
I was so hot to fuck the girl that I filled that her cunt six times in eleven hours, my cock was sore, extremely happy, but sore, and I was in awe of my short-term sexual prowess. Our depleted energy levels needed restocking so she and I finally left the bed to get some brunch.
There was no pause in the action, I didn’t brood for days about the forbidden aspect of incest with a seventeen-year-old girl. I trusted her promise; she’d never broken one before. She didn’t back off either, Hannah and I started screwing every time my cock got hard. She was an avid beginner and I was screwing my balls into a coma, teaching her new and exciting conditions, positions, or acts. Yeah, Nature was compelling the girl to get pregnant, but no matter how hard or often she tried, it wasn’t gonna happen. I really liked that feature of my adopted daughter’s nature.