You wanted to kiss her back that night. The night your daughter told you that she was in love with you. You felt your cock ache as her lips lingered on yours. Yes you’re a terrible father… yes you’ve been gone since she was just a baby. But you know it’s wrong to let your little girl kiss you like that. You tried to explain to her why… that father’s weren’t supposed to do those things with their daughter’s. But she was relentless. You couldn’t take it anymore…the flirting…the seduction. Of course you’re attracted to her… but it’s just so wrong. You decide that she needs to see a psychologist. And for a while that seems to help a bit. But the tension is unbearable. Her psychologist says that the two of you need to try exploring new father/daughter things to do together so that she will think of you more paternally and less sexually. But deep down you both know there is something more between you… something so natural, yet so forbidden. She say’s: “Daddy… I know why you push me away. I know you think you’re taking advantage of me. Let me show you how much I want you. Let me touch you… just lay there and let me do it all. Then you’ll see. You’re not making me do it. I want to do it. I want to feel you inside me. I know you still think of me as a little girl… but I’m not a little girl anymore. I want you… you missed out on watching me grow up… you missed out on all my firsts. You missed my first steps… you missed my first dance recital… you missed seeing me ride a bike for the first time… I want you to be the first to fuck my ass. I want us to have a memory together. I want you to. Please daddy. Let me show you.”