10 YEARS LATER
Judy and I have been happily married, and the sex was terrific. Sadly, Judy died of cancer a year ago. Amy was 17 at the time.
When we got married, we hired the smartest lawyer in town. He suggested that Judy's house be put in both our names, but that I shouldn't adopt Amy. We took his advice.
Now when Judy died, I consulted him again. I was concerned because legally Amy was an orphan, but I wanted to keep custody of her, and not making her a ward of the State. He did his lawyer magic, and I was able to keep Amy.
Amy was concerned about her future when her mother died, because she had no parents now, and I did not adopt her. I told her "You are my daughter. A long time ago, I promised your mother that I would always take care of you."
The night of the funeral, we went home and cried ourselves to sleep in each other's arms. We awoke in the morning still hugging each other. We went to the lawyer's office for the reading of Judy's will. By law, I owned the house, and as I hoped, Judy left everything to Amy when she would reach age 18.
She was one of the smartest girls in school, and maintained a perfect 4.0 grade average. She decided that she wanted to be a lawyer. Fortunately, there is an excellent law school here in town.
Amy turned 18, and graduated high school. She was accepted at the local university on full scholarship because of her smarts, with the only stipulation she maintain a perfect grade average. She accepted the offer and the challenge.
Things were about to change in the relationship between Amy and me.
Amy kept herself fit and in shape, running every morning.
She was out of school for the summer. She was laying out in the sun, working on her tan. She looked so fine in her white bikini. Sometimes when she thought I wasn't looking, she would sunbathe nude. But I did see and look, and I could lust after her, because of the smart lawyer, she wasn't my legal daughter.
One day, I went out in my bathing suit, and caught her naked. She cried out in surprise, but made no attempt to cover herself, commenting, "I don't have anything you haven't already seen elsewhere." Amy was perfect like her mother, 34B-22-34, with chestnut-brown hair shoulder length.
I sighed, and walked back in the house. Amy knew that sigh could only mean one thing. Lust. Amy followed me in the house, not bothering to get dressed. She sat next to me on the sofa. Amy was the first to speak, "Dad, Ron, I know that your not really my father. And I know for some time you've been watching me nude. I like that. I know you have lustful feelings for me, and we're just two consulting adults. But you're also taught me to save my virginity for marriage. I just don't know what to do." She got up and walked to her bedroom. I watched her ass wiggle as she walked away.