It seems like yesterday that my daughter started school, but it was twelve long years ago and she was now an eighteen year old honor student in her senior year of high school. Her mother had died when she was thirteen and I retired from my position as the CEO of a computer software giant so I could spend the time with her that I was sure she would need.
My name is Adam Johnson and I was forty-two on my last birthday. I am a fairly hefty man standing at five foot nine inches and weighing in at 190 pounds. I don't work out very much, but I have kept myself in decent shape. I drink socially and have never smoked tobacco. When my wife Beth was alive, she and I had many a happy night full of love making. Eve was the product of one of those nights and was the pride and joy of our lives. It was a very difficult delivery and Beth was told that she could never have another child. Since Eve fulfilled our every hope and desire, we had no need to have another child and lavished Eve with everything we thought she needed.
My wife's untimely death from a tragic automobile accident had made my daughter, Eve, and I very close, closer than most fathers and their daughters, I suppose, but all we had was each other. Eve shared all her growing pains with me, all her disappointments with the boys and all the juicy gossip about the head cheerleader and her many boyfriends. To hear Eve tell it, the girl was the slut of the entire county. My own sexual experiences since Beth's death were restricted to visiting porn sites and having Minnie and her four daughters play with my dick until I shot off into a ready tissue. I did not date, not that I was still grieving Beth, but because nobody of the opposite sex that I came across interested me in the least.
Somewhere along the way Eve and I found time to talk about the birds and the bees. I found time to take her to the mall so she could pick out her own bras and panties--and I never told her what style she could or could not wear, trusting her to be sensible. I usually wandered off around the mall looking at what she would call "boy things" in her light hearted manner that she always used when she thought I was being silly about something. I thought she should have some privacy while picking out those intimate little pieces of frills that girls like to dress themselves in.
Somehow, along the I lost track of the fact that Eve was growing into a young lady. I suppose that has to do with the fact that she was and will always be "my little girl." Anyway, because of my blinders, what happened on my forty-second birthday came as a total surprise to me.
My birthday that year was on a Saturday and Saturdays are the days I play my weekly round of golf with three of my old war buddies. None of us are very good at golf, but we enjoy ourselves and that's what the games is supposed to be about, isn't it? Anyway, I think they let me win to celebrate my birthday and celebrate we did at the 19th hole. I got pretty smashed by the time I was expected for dinner, a dinner I knew Eve was preparing. I switched to black coffee, but coffee will not sober a drunk up, it'll just make him an alert drunk. Joe took me home and promised to pick me up in the morning to come back after my car. Joe was good about things like that. He didn't drink due to diabetes and could be relied upon to be the designated driver.
When Joe got me to the front door, Eve opened it and I could see the pain in her eyes as she looked at me in my drunken state. Joe told her something about not going too hard on me and she nodded her head. As we passed the dining room on our way upstairs, I saw the candles lit and the silver shining at each place setting. I felt like the irresponsible heel that I was, but Eve just helped me up the stairs. She had seen me pretty well plastered before, but I don't get drunk often and she knew it.
Eve sat me down on the bed and pulled my shirt over my head and undid my belt and trousers. Reaching down she pulled off my shoes and socks and then dragged my pants off of me, laying them over the back of a chair. I was left in my briefs and she pulled me back onto my feet and pointed me in the direction of the shower. I stepped in and she turned the water on cold and shocked me back to some semblance of sobriety.
"Now, when you get done sobering up, get dressed and come down to your birthday supper." I noticed that it was not a request but a demand and Eve had never demanded anything of me before. I numbly nodded my head as I stood there under the cold shower. The water was turning my briefs damn near transparent and I caught Eve staring at my cock as I stood there.
She quickly turned and left the bathroom and I could hear her making her way back downstairs. I quickly dried and found new underwear and dressed in a pair of slacks and a golf shirt. Then I slipped my feet into my slippers and trotted deftly down the stairs. I didn't see Eve in the dining room where the candles were still lit and looked for her in the kitchen. That's where I found her sobbing quietly by the stove as she stirred part of our supper.
As I entered the room, I saw her dab her eyes on her apron and then she turned around with a smile on her face. "Happy birthday, Daddy. Dinner will be ready by the time you open and pour the wine."
I went to the table and opened the wine, a lovely Pinot Noir to go with our entree of Beef Wellington. By the time I was done pouring our wine, Eve had finished putting her lovely dinner on the table and had removed the apron. She was dressed in a very sexy, revealing dress that left little of her charms to the imagination. Her tits were obviously bra-free under the tight bodice and I saw no panty line under the tight fabric at her hips as she sat down beside me. I was beginning to develop some thoughts about my own daughter that I hadn't had toward any woman in a long time and admonished myself for thinking about her that way.
From time to time during the meal, a meal that Eve had obviously planned and executed with pride and love, she would lean over to reach for something and "accidentally" rub her firm breast against my arm. Despite my earlier misgivings, my cock began to rise and I tried to think about something else, but every time I had succeeded in lowering my hardened dick to a non-erect state, Eve would rub her tit against me again. As time passed, I could actually feel her nipples as she rubbed against me. And then it struck me...these were no accidents, Eve was trying to seduce me.
Over coffee and brandy, I tried to broach the subject. "Ah, Eve. I have something I have to ask you."
"Sure, Daddy, what is it?"
"Well, it's a question that I'm having a hard time with. Fuck it!" Eve's faced reddened for just a second. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Yes, I am. Dinner was only the first part of your birthday present."
"Oh?"
"Yes, Daddy. I'm the second part. I am yours to do as you want with tonight."
"What? Why would you offer yourself to your old man?"
"Because I love you and want to give myself to you."
"You do realize, Eve, that what you are talking about is incest."
