(It's not necessary to read either of the preceding chapters to enjoy this one, though I hope you read all the chapters. Both characters are 18 years of age or older.
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[This chapter takes place a couple of months since the end of the events of Chapter 2.]
"Daddy, did you and mom want more children?" Erica asked.
"Yes honey, we tried before you came along, and afterwards, too. We weren't sure what happened, or didn't. Your mom and I talked about it. We decided that rather than find out if either one of us had a problem, we would let nature take its course, especially after we had you. God, you were such a beautiful and wonderful baby; we chose to cherish what we had. After awhile we put aside the dream of having more children."
"Do you want more children, daddy?"
"I haven't thought about it for a long time, sweetie. Why do you ask?"
"I'm not sure. I know I want to have children some day, and I love you so much. I've been thinking about having children with you."
"Erica," Steve said with loving concern, "that's such a major decision to make. I love you, too, but I'm also the first man you've had sex with."
Steve continued, "I know you love me, but you haven't been with anyone else, especially no one close to your own age.
"I am so flattered that you even thought about having a baby with me, but you need to think about it some more. We need to talk about this some more. Okay?"
"Okay," his daughter responded disappointedly. "But daddy, I thought a lot about this already. Because I know you love me I will do what you want, for now."
Steve rose from his seat at the breakfast counter and stood before his daughter, grasping her upper arms, he looked into her eyes.
"Sweetie, because I love you, and I'm not saying an outright 'no' to you about making a baby together, you must keep taking your birth control pills."
"Okay, daddy."
Erica stopped taking her birth control pills the day she and her father first fucked each other. Being unselfish, she considered how her father might feel if she became pregnant without his consent. A few days later she resumed taking the pills.
Erica and her father forged a tighter, a more loving bond after the death of Sarah, her mother and his wife, three years before. Sarah created a loving home for her family. A compassionate person, she always made time for her daughter, especially through Erica's turbulent early teenage years. Many boys, their hormones raging, were attracted to the pretty, smart and self-assured girl. Her mother supported Erica through the confusion and conflicting thoughts and feelings of the girl's adolescence.
In the still formative years of Steve's business creation, his loving wife was more than a backstop for her man: caring for their home, getting the meals out, and performing all the other consequential tasks and responsibilities of managing a home. Steve, being a thoughtful and considerate man, knew how blessed he was to have a wife and a partner in his life, and a lover, such as Sarah. He rarely took her for granted; she knew she was appreciated and loved, by her husband, and by her blossoming daughter, too.
Sarah and Steve enjoyed a robust sexual relationship. Besides the pleasure they gave each other, they each recognized how much of an elixir, a restorative, loving each other could be. When Sarah needed a break from her household routine, and when Steve needed a break from the stress of running the business, they nourished each other, and themselves, with their passionate and varied love-making. They loved loving each other, and fucking each other, in many different ways. And, they didn't hide their activities from their daughter. They taught Erica a healthy attitude about sex, partly through their uninhibited sexual play and love-making at home, and answering Erica's many questions about sex, relationships, boys and love. Steve made time for his daughter's questions and increasing fascination with her parents activities in their bedroom—their sanctuary and sacred space. Though Erica dated boys from time to time, none caught her fancy. Unbeknownst and unexpectedly, her parents exceptional relationship spoiled Erica. With the naiveté of youth she wanted her relationships with boys to be the same—an impossible expectation for a teenager. Alas, Erica was disappointed with her dating partners.
After Sarah's death, following a short illness, both husband and daughter were in great sorrow. Their loss was huge, and deeply felt. Their lives were out of kilter for a long time, like a three-legged stool losing a leg. They came to depend more on each other. Erica began preparing meals, doing more to maintain the home, and caring directly for some of her father's needs; Steve learned through trial and error how to be present for his daughter, to realize that he didn't need to fix all of her problems. (That is such a guy thing.) He made more time for his beautiful daughter, who he came to understand ever more deeply the gift she was, and continued to be. Between his devotion to Erica and to his newly thriving business Steve didn't date for at least a year after his Sarah's passing; none of the relationships lasted more than a date or two. In some respects, Steve thought of his daughter as his woman.
Now, about three years after Sarah's passing, they had each allowed their heart to open. Erica's and Steve's first time physically loving each other [see Chapter 1] was his first time being sexual since his wife's passing; it was Erica's first sexual coupling, period. What they now had was a fully loving relationship with each other based on trust, love and physical need.
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Already a confident girl, and an extrovert, Erica blossomed even more. To her friends, Erica said her life at home was great, she liked school, and she looked forward to college. She was past her 18th birthday, and knew the danger of trouble with the law was small; but she didn't want any negative flak from what people would say about her special relationship with her father. She loved the sex; she loved their special relationship. The young woman kept to herself the juicy details of her special relationship. People enjoy having their lascivious secrets. Erica liked having hers.
Steve taught her a great deal: the importance of saying what she physically desired to her lover; the pleasures of fellatio and cunnilingus; and the fun they could have with sex toys. Daddy and daughter attempted anal sex on her several times, but Steve's penis was too thick for its comfortable insertion into Erica's bottom—she felt considerable pain, little pleasure. They played with, and enjoyed using an anal dildo, especially when Steve fucked her cunt. Erica learned the 'dirty' language of sex, too—beyond that which she didn't already know—and she used it to good effect on her father.
With her increasing sexual maturity, Erica attracted more attention from boys. The young woman exuded a sweet sensuality. Her male schoolmates lately saw her as more attractive, but they couldn't say what made her so. Several boys asked her out, and many others fantasized doing so. They all got a clear and appreciative no.
Erica loved her life. She had many girlfriends. She loved learning. She loved mostly her close and sexual relationship with her father. ***
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"Daddy, do that again."
"You mean this?"
"Aaah, oh yeah!" Erica grunted.
"Does my sweet sexy girl like it when she gets fucked from behind?"
"Daddy, don't stop, please!"
Steve drove his cock in and out of his daughter's lubricated, snug vagina. He slightly altered the angles of his assault into his sexy daughter's cunt. Erica's crouched on her knees, driving herself back onto her father's penis, loving how deep it penetrated her.
