Anna waved her hand in greeting to the guests, looking at them with a radiant glance. Seeing me, she smiled broadly, sending me a kiss. Turning on the camera, I crouched on the lens, wanting to capture forever this joyful moment for all of us ...
I got acquainted with Olya “on potatoes”. That night the girl snuck into my tent, where we all happened. A month later, on returning to the city, we submitted an application to the registry office, and eight months later our daughter was born. Anna. Unfortunately, my young wife died during childbirth, having managed to give me a piece of herself.
So I was alone with a small child in my arms. Of course, my parents helped me, Anya grew and grew up, she studied well, did not give me any problems, almost did not indulge with the boys, did not force me to have uncomfortable conversations with her, to which I was not at all ready, did not ask questions daughters usually ask their mothers ...
By the way, Ani's menstruation began rather late, at eighteen years old, immediately after her birthday. I heard that such delays sometimes happen, so I did not pay any attention to it ...
That day I was sitting in the kitchen reading a newspaper. Coming from the institute, Anya bullet ran through the corridor, not even looking at the kitchen, and weeping flew into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I was seriously alarmed, putting aside the newspaper, I went to the bathroom door and listened. Hearing sobs and rustling clothes, I was even more frightened.
- Annie, open the door! What happened?! - I shouted, pulling the door handle.
- Dad ... Dad! Everything is fine, I just ... - Ani's voice came up to me surprised and alarmed.
- Daughter! I open the door! - I decided, turning a small circle.
The fact is that the doors of the bathroom and toilet in our apartment were equipped with a special lock. If you twist inconspicuous round figovinku, more like a decorative pattern, you could open the lock on the opposite side. Of course, I have never used this exploit, except once.
Once I invited my colleague to visit. Having seized the moment and apologized, the woman went to the toilet. Sitting in the room and sipping wine, I decided on a little prank. Perhaps I had hop in me, maybe something else, but just by opening the toilet door and finding my girlfriend, sitting on the toilet with her legs slightly apart, mechanically looking at her hairy pubis and trickle of urine, I looked at her extended eyes and realized that he had done something wrong.
With a loud cry, the woman quickly covered her crotch with her hands and squeezed, told me to immediately go away ... So my daughter was left without a mother for the second time ...
* * *
- I enter! - I shouted again, pulling the door handle.
He flew into the bathroom, entangled in his daughter's jeans and shorts, almost falling. In horror, looking around, I glanced into the bath and was stunned. Anya sat in a bathtub on her lap, in a sweater and with bare legs, covering the lower abdomen with her palms. On her fingers and thighs I saw drops of blood.
My legs gave way, thousands of thoughts flew through my mind. Wounded, trauma ... Violence!
- Who ... Who did this ?! - I screamed in horror, plopping on my knees, grabbing my daughter by the shoulders, meaning the last thing.
- Dad, daddy ... Everything is good, really! I just started my period! - with tears in her eyes and with a smile, Anya spoke, taking her palms from her lower abdomen and stretching them towards me.
Unwittingly, I looked down, staring at the black hairs between the legs of the girl, visible to me, and the red droplets on the upper parts of her hips. Having nodded, Anya covered her causal place with her hands again, and I, blushing terribly, jumped to my feet.
“I am now ...” I muttered, jumping out of the bathroom.
- Sit in the bath and do nothing! I soon! - I shouted, grabbing money and running out of the apartment.
In principle, in general terms, I knew about it. Having run into the first pharmacy I got, I bought a pack of gaskets and just in case a pack of tampons. After returning home, I rushed into the bathroom and threw my purchases on the floor near the sink, trying not to look at my daughter sitting in the bath, carefully washed my hands ...
- Anya, where do you have fresh panties? I shouted, exploring my daughter's room a minute later.
- Dad, in the dresser ... - it came to me.
Opening the drawer of the dresser and grabbing the first panties I got, I ran back to the bathroom. Kneeling beside the bath, tore up the packing of the pads, opened one of them, starting to fit the pad on the new girl panties.
“Dad, I'll do it, thanks,” the girl said awkwardly, stretching out her arms.
“Maybe it’s also necessary ...” I muttered, handing the tampon to Anya.
- Dad, I'll figure it out, really, - the daughter unfolded the wings, securing the gasket on her underpants.
She rose to her feet, leaning on my shoulder, and raised her right leg. How fascinated I was looking at the maiden's crotch, at the black hairs on her pubic hair, at the sex lips, with traces of blood, all also in hairs. It seems that I even noticed a tiny, barely noticeable clit for a split second and saw Ani's anus when she lifted her leg as high as possible ... Pulling on her panties, the girl stood indecisively in the bath: in socks, in shorts and in a sweater.
I only later realized that she was trying to think about what was happening, despite my swollen groin. I jumped to my feet, grabbing a shower watering can.
“Now, An ...” I muttered, turning on the water, directing the trickle of water on the girl's hips, washing away the traces of blood.
“Dad, I myself ...” the girl chastened, taking the hose.
- Yeah, I'll go, right? I said, turning to the door.
- Dad, thank you, - Anya turned off the water, put her foot on the side of the bath, removing the towel from the hook.
“Not at all ... I'm in the kitchen,” I hurried out of the bathroom, covering my treacherously swollen groin with my palms.
* * *
For the rest of the day, I and my daughter felt a perfectly understandable constraint. The conversation at dinner did not go well. After washing the dishes, Anya went to her room, but after just sitting in the kitchen I went to my own.
While lying in bed at night, I was still thinking about this incident in the bathroom. Seeing my daughter's crotch before her eyes, her most secret and forbidden place, I non-stop stroking my hard member with my palm, pulling the panty's elastic. Realizing that I still would not fall asleep, I quietly sneaked into the bathroom, turning on the light and locking the door.
Having fished out Anina's panties from the basket for dirty linen, the very ones with traces of blood, I brought them to my face, closing my eyes. Nothing more was required. Sharply lowering my panties, inhaling the smell of my daughter with my nose, I simply once pulled my hand, firing a tight stream of sperm exactly into the tile on the wall. He took a deep breath, sniffing the air, groaning, throwing out a new portion of semen from the head of the penis, drawing in his imagination that it was Anya sitting on my face, and I wandered my tongue between her legs, sneaking through her labia, passionately and eagerly licking her vagina and the clitoris of my own daughter, touching the anus, gently scrubbing it with the entire surface of the tongue ...
The next day, when Anya was in class, I again closed in the bathroom. Again, having fished those cowards out of the basket, I again indulged in my fantasies. This time I just pressed my panties to my rearing dick and began to masturbate furiously, imagining that this is Anino's vagina, feeling every fold of fabric in contact with my excited head ... This time I did not hold back a scream. Having poured out loudly and loudly, of course, having smeared my find with sperm, I thoroughly washed my cock under the faucet, pulled on my pants and threw all the contents of the basket on the legs in the washing machine in order to hide the traces of the crime ...
But now I just hurriedly put myself in order, throwing my panties into the basket, left the bathroom and went to bed. Oddly enough, I fell asleep almost instantly.
* * *
The days went on as usual. We have almost forgotten about the case in the bathroom and never remembered it. My daughter finished her period and one more, we again learned to look each other in the eyes, smile and spend time together like a father and daughter.
But once I noticed how Anya, suddenly, became sad, became quiet and thoughtful.
“Anh, I see, something bothers you,” I asked her once at dinner.
- You know, Dad, we have with Andrew, I told you about him, remember? - My daughter said, putting aside the fork, - In general, we are fine. He does not offend me, loves, respects ...
“I think we may even have ...” the girl hesitated, but I was all tensed up, I confess, until this moment we had never had such frank conversations.
“Maybe even sex,” the girl finished, looking down.
I sat motionless, in complete silence, just ticking our old-fashioned clocks hanging on the wall.
- Well ... It is good if you love each other ... - I mumbled the first thing that came to my mind.
“But you know, Dad, I'm quite ... completely inexperienced in this matter." My friend gave me a disc with ... c porn ... But everything is so rude, vulgar ... - Anya stumbled, blushing even more.
I heard my heart beat and I didn’t know what to say, turning the plug in my fingers.
- Dad, let's go ... I'll show you ... - muttered the girl, getting up from the table.
I came to my senses only when I was in my daughter’s room. Anya turned on the computer, clicked the mouse on the icons on the desktop, and a shaped obscenity opened up to my gaze. A man and a woman, in a completely unthinkable pose, indulged in carnal pleasures, shouting loudly, gasping and sighing. A member of a man with unreal speed entered the female, devoid of vegetation, vagina, from time to time changing direction, penetrating the anus of a woman ...
I stood with my eyes open, not understanding how such a modest, sweet girl could look like that.
Anya turned off the recording and stared at me, as if waiting for an explanation.
“Well ... daughter ... it's called sex.” It usually happens between two loving people and it is advisable to engage them in marriage and with a regular partner, ”I said quickly, everything I knew about this matter.
“And it’s better to get married with your loved one ...” I added, hoping that the inconvenient conversation would end there.
“Yes, dad, I know,” interrupted my daughter, taking a step in my direction.
“But tell me, is he really that big too?” - Surprised the girl stretched, glancing at my groin.
I didn’t know what to answer, but I felt like my dick was somehow strangely tensed, lifting the fabric of my home pants. Looking down with interest, Anya came very close to me, without taking her eyes off my causal place.
- Dad, can I take a look? Well, at least one little eye? - the girl blurted out, and before I could do anything, girlish fingers touched the fabric of my pants, gently squeezing my tensed cock.
“Anya ... so it is impossible ... This is immoral, this is not welcome ...” I whispered, feeling the daughter gently pulling off my pants, staring at the sight opening to her.
When my rebellious underwear appeared, Anya suddenly knelt, clasping my cock, still hidden by a white cloth. Bottom-up she looked at me, as if asking for permission, and pulled at the gum. My pubic hairs barely appeared - I was ready to lose my feelings from shame and embarrassment, but what happened next does not fit into any norms of morality and ethics.
After exposing the root of my penis, the girl jerked her palm, exposing it all, holding the penis in her palms, looking at it with interest, touching the head with a finger, supporting the second palm with the scrotum. In her hands, my penis came to life even more, rising up, trying to look exactly at the ceiling of the room. And the naughty and did not think to stop. Slightly squeezing my testicles, the second palm Anya moved the skin on my penis, fully opening the head, peering into the opened hole.
- Anya, what are you doing ... Come to your senses! - I muttered, clutching at the elastic of his pants.
“Well, dad ... I saw then in the bathroom that you yourself want me to like me ...” the girl said with insult, not getting up from her knees and holding on to my upstairs member.
- One thing - the call of the flesh, and quite another - the norms of morality! - I cried out, dramatically pulling up the pants and pants, turned around and quickly walked to the door of the room.
“What did you do that night in the bathroom ?!” You moaned so loud there, huh ?! Do you think I'm completely stupid ?! - with tears in her voice shouted the girl.
I stopped, thunderstruck, slowly turning around.
- Yes, I am inexperienced, but I really want to be experienced! My friends have long been fucking with the guys, but they laugh at me. They say, they say, Andrei will quit me, since I am so stupid and still called a whistle! - Anya blurted out, flashing eyes, getting up from her knees.
I refused to believe my ears! I have never heard from my daughter a single harsh or vulgar word. Rising to her feet, the girl lifted her T-shirt, exposing her belly, with the thumb of the second hand, clutching at the elastic of her pants, abruptly pulling them off to the middle of her thighs, pulling off her panties.
- And I’m already quite grown up, here, look! - She shouted evil, looking at her pubis, covered with black curlicues and the same sex lips.
Not letting go of the T-shirt, I pulled it up even higher, exposing my full chest. Strange, but I did not even notice that she was without a bra. Anya stood in front of me, showing me all of herself. Wandering my daughter's chest, examining her nipples, surrounded by dark halos, I looked down, examining her so attractive sex lips, unable to say a word, but for me everything was said by my dick, again bursting out the fabric of the pants.
- Coward! - screamed screaming Anya, turning and throwing herself on the sofa.
Covering her face with her hands, without even pulling up her pants, lying on her stomach, the girl wept bitterly. Looking at my daughter’s white buttocks, on her shoulders, trembling with sobs, I turned and quietly left the room, closing the door behind me.
* * *
Lying on my bed this night, I could not sleep a wink. Hearing Ani's crying, I was thinking about that ... why the hell was there no ?! I am a lonely man, almost not knowing female caress, by the way, still not at all old. My daughter does not mind, moreover, if it will benefit her, let it be better for me than any bully from a neighboring entrance. And if, in the eyes of this very Andrey, Anya will look like everything - this is even better. Plus, no one will know anything, right? Moreover, what is there to dissemble, I myself really wanted to do this.
I got out of bed, only in shorts, I quietly walked into my daughter's room. The light did not turn on - the full moon shone through the window, illuminating the sofa and the girl. Anya did not cry any more, she just sobbed softly, still lying on her stomach.
- Anh, are you sleeping? - I whispered, sitting down on the sofa.
“No,” answered the girl, continuing to sniff.
We were silent for a long time, the moon in the window managed to change its place in the sky, hiding behind the frame. The room has become much darker.
- I'm not pretty, huh? You don `t want me? And Andrei will not, - my daughter broke the silence, making his conclusion.
- No, what are you ?! You are very beautiful! - I blurted hotly, stroking the girl's ankle, - You are just my daughter, and this is wrong, this is not done ...
“So, we are not going to start children and not fasten our relations, but just to try ... Well, so that I can try,” Anya in the dark looked at me, flashing wet eyes.
Holding out my hand, I turned on the desk lamp, glancing at my daughter's face. How beautiful she is! Black, slightly curling long hair, sensual lips, a chiseled nose, exactly delineated cheekbones ... And even red tear-stained eyes did not diminish her beauty at all. Touching a girl's cheek with my fingers, I bent, putting my lips to Ani's lips. The girl timidly opened her mouth, closed her eyes, spread her mouth, as if wanting to miss me deeper. And how divine it smelled! The smell of a clean girl's body, almost not mixed with the smell of cosmetics, smooth skin, without the slightest hint of wrinkles ...
Looking up from the girl and no longer covering my intense groin, I got up from the couch, looking at my daughter. She had already managed to pull up her underpants and pants, leaning on her elbows, Anya looked at me with interest, as if expecting something incredibly interesting.
“Daughter, let's wait for the weekend, and then you ... become experienced as you want, I promise,” I said, leaning over and hugging the girl by the shoulders.
“And you will let me kiss your… dick, as I saw there?” - Anya shook her head toward the computer.
“Dam, and I will show you a lot of things that you haven’t seen there,” I joked, also turning my head to the side of the monitor on the table.
“Now sleep, undress and lie down under a blanket,” I kissed the daughter on the top of my head and left the room, smiling at my thoughts, anticipating the inconceivable pleasure and fulfillment of all my most secret fantasies and desires.
* * *
Days flowed incredibly slowly. Counting the hours until Saturday, I watched with interest the girl, noting all the changes happening to her.
Taking a shower, Anya did not close the door on the lock when we watched TV together - my daughter put her head on my knees, looking into my eyes, as if we were united by some important secret, setting the table - tried to snuggle up to me, touching my chest shoulder ...
That Saturday morning I woke up earlier than usual. Anticipating the unthinkable, a little worried, I looked into Ani's room. The girl was lying on a straightened sofa, on her stomach, almost not covered by a blanket. Eagerly looking at the bare girlish legs, visible to me buttock and shoulder blades, I went to the sofa, carefully lifting the blanket.
- Good morning dear! - Anya turned on her back, hugging me by the neck.
She pulled me to her, passionately kissed on the lips. She clung to me bare breasts, so warm and tasty from sleep.
- Good morning, my dear! - I dug into the lips of his daughter, allowing her to sneak his tongue into my mouth, snuggle closer to myself.
“Do you remember what day it is?” - I said slyly, moving away a little, looking at the happy face of the girl and stroking her breast with the palm of my hand.
- Dad, today is Saturday! - happily cooed daughter, again drawing me to her, standing up from the bed.
Throwing back the blanket from the girl's belly, I ran my fingers along the Anya's tummy, slipping the girl between the legs. Sensing the pleasant bliss of her hair, my fingers drowned in a wet, inviting captivity. Stroking the sexual lips of my daughter, wet and waiting for me for a long time, I opened my mouth and looked at her all. The girl was lying on the bed completely naked, slightly spreading her legs, trustingly and carefully looking at me, calling for further action.
Anya let go of my neck, spread her arms to the sides, giving herself to me completely and completely. Huge effort I had to pull my hand out from under the girl's legs and straighten up.
“Annie, now we’ll go to the bathroom and take a shower,” I said, standing with my pants sticking out.
“Am I such a mess?” - capriciously she stretched out her daughter, patting her eyes with a picture and putting her palm on her fluffy slit.
Spread her fingers, opening the pink inside, revealing a narrow hole and tiny peas of the clitoris. I caught myself thinking that she had learned such tricks by looking at her own disks with which that friend had supplied her.
“Not at all, I will show you that this can be done, even taking a shower,” I replied, glad that it was so cleverly arranged.
Does any man of my age who has a daughter, can boast that he is about to have sex with a young beauty, moreover, with her full consent? That's the same thing! Smiling at my thoughts, stroking my standing member through the fabric of the underpants, I extended my hand, inviting the girl to follow me. Having interpreted my smile in her own way, Anya easily grasped my palm and jumped out of bed like a bird.
Standing in front of me, naked, holding my hand, my daughter playfully strove to cuddle up to my groin with her naked pubis, looking lovingly at me and smiling at me. I completely forgot to say: until this morning, I had never in my life seen my daughter naked, except for that incident in Ani’s room and early childhood. And now she stood before me completely naked, ready to surrender to me ... your mother!
Hugging my daughter, putting my palm on the girl's breast, I led her to the bathroom. In the corridor, the girl, laughing, freed herself, ran to the switch and turned on the light in the bathroom, looking at me with open eyes, invitingly raising her hip. Holding back my smile, I reached out, opening the bathroom door ...
* * *
I reached out to open the limousine door. My Annie picked up the floor of the wedding dress and fluttered inside a luxury car. Andrew, gallantly nodding my head, followed his wife. I also climbed third, not wanting to leave my beloved daughter alone in this joyful and bright moment for her.
Sitting opposite the newlyweds, looking at how Andrew gently and lovingly hugs Anya, as she whispers some kind nonsense in her ear, holding her hand on her girl's knee, I again plunged into my memories, smiling blissfully, imperceptibly adjusting the floors of my smart jacket ...