(Introduction: It isn't necessary to read chapter 1 of this story to get pleasure from reading this chapter, but it may enhance your pleasure by reading the first chapter first.
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Last evening, after an hour or so of carefree slumber, Erica's dad slowly returned to full consciousness with the realization of what he had done with his precious daughter. He felt revulsion and contentment, shame and a deeper love than he thought existed. He had an impulsive romp with his daughter—his daughter! Damn, it felt good from a purely sexual point of view. But, he also felt revulsion. What kind of father has sex with his flesh and blood child, regardless of her age or maturity? Apparently, a father with no shame, an immoral father, he told himself. He loved his daughter, his one and only child. He decided to let his feelings and thoughts simmer for awhile. With that, he gently slid his arm under his languid daughter, lifted her close to him, in a protective embrace, and carried her carefully to her room where he softly placed her on her bed. She hardly stirred.
After covering her with a light blanket, he went off to his room, where, with so much on his mind he got into bed. Tossing and turning for a while, he eventually fell into a restless sleep.
Erica slept the sleep of a happy princess without a care in the world. Rising out of her bed, she walked to her daddy's bedroom. She crouched down and softly kissed his cheek. Whispering, "I love you, daddy," she departed and showered, savoring all the parts of her body where her daddy touched her the day before. She languished at many of those spots on her body where she was made to feel so good, so juicy, and so thoroughly fucked. Afterwards she went downstairs to fix her daddy and herself some breakfast, knowing somehow she was a different person than before fucking her gorgeous father. The only difference of which she was certain was that she felt sexy, or what she supposed sexy felt like.
Hearing someone, as if from a distance, calling his voice, he opened his eyes with the beautiful vision of his Erica bending over him breathing his name barely at a whisper.
"Good morning, daddy."
"Hi beautiful," he responded, stretching the kinks out of his body.
"Your princess made you breakfast."
"How sweet of you. You are so wonderful, darling."
She couldn't resist kissing his mouth. He loved the feel of her lips against his.
Bouncing out of the room to finish fixing breakfast, Erica felt a flood of delicious thoughts and feelings. Meanwhile, dad rinsed his face, brushed his teeth, clambered into shorts and T-shirt, and headed downstairs knowing his new relationship with his daughter had to be addressed.
Dad entered the kitchen and sat down in the small breakfast nook. Erica brought his breakfast, kissing him on his cheek.
"Enjoy, daddy!"
"I'm sure I will sweetie." Finishing his first bite of delicious scrambled eggs and smoked salmon, the image didn't escape him that his daughter—and now lover?—was being the very picture of the traditional domestic wife, right down to cleaning up.
"It's delicious, sweetheart."
Moving quickly to his side on the bench, Erica wrapped both arms around her handsome daddy, and with a beaming smile, squeezed him saying, "I'm so glad you like it, my gorgeous daddy."
Knotting up a bit, and feeling a lusty surge, too, he swallowed hard.
"Honey, we've got to talk."
"Is anything the matter, daddy?"
"I want to talk about yesterday with you, sweetie."
She loved it when he called her 'sweetie', but felt apprehensive, too, with the serious tone her dad was now using with her.
"Okay," she mouthed.
"Erica, darling. What we did together yesterday—making love—was wonderful. It was extraordinary."
"I loved it, too, daddy. You were wonderful. I love you so much."
"Sweetie, I'm also feeling some not-so-good feelings. Like I took advantage of you. That it was wrong what we did. My God, you're my daughter!"
"Daddy, yes, I'm your daughter, but I'm an adult, too," Erica replied.
"Honey, do you have any regrets about what we did?" Dad said, knowing that if her outward appearance and behavior was true, then his daughter found nothing wrong with what they did.
"Oh, daddy. You were wonderful. So strong, and so gentle. We were wonderful together. Don't you think so?" she said with a little catch in her throat.
"Yes, I do sweetheart. I have other things I'm feeling, too. A lot of it is about how what we did affected you. I love you so much. I don't want to hurt you, ever."
Her dad, feeling full of emotion and conflict, had difficulty getting his last words out. There was a stammer, a hesitancy in his voice Erica hadn't heard before.
With tears in her eyes, Erica began kissing her daddy all around his head--behind his ears, on his neck. Pausing, and through her tears she cried, " Daddy, daddy, I know you love me. I know it so much. I know you'd never hurt me."
Turning his body as much as he could with his beautiful daughter pressed against him, he firmly grasped her chin with both hands, held her head just far enough away to see her lovely young face, basking in her beauty. Thinking, 'What wisdom for someone so young,' and said to her, "Erica, what we did last night was one of the most, if not the most, wonderful and hot and sexy and loving things I have ever experienced. Part of me wants what I had with you yesterday to never stop. And, a part of me says that I would be denying you so much of your life to continue what we did, even though I know we both love each other so much."
He pulled his precious daughter to him into a full hug, one arm reaching almost the way around her slender and firm body, the other hand caressing her head to the crook of his neck.
