I hadn't seen my daughter in over two years. It was a deliberate decision to keep my distance from her since she was mostly to blame for the dissolution of my first marriage. It sounds harsh to blame her, but when your daughter insists on sucking your dick in the living room, it's difficult to place the blame anywhere else when your wife catches you.

Mary, my first wife, branded me a disgusting pervert, a rapist, and a pedophile (though Dawn consented and was nineteen years old when at the time.) Mary forced me to sign divorce papers, lest she make a police report. Dawn would have definitely denied the assault and pedophilia allegations, but father-daughter incest is indeed illegal and punishable by up to twenty years in prison. So sadly, I signed the papers, ending my marriage. And of course, Mary made Dawn live with her, forbidding me access to her under the threat of police involvement. So after a year of licking my wounds, I moved away and started anew.

Not long after I moved, I met Yuna. We fell in love, I proposed, and she said yes. Feeling very forgiving (since my heart had mended), I invited Mary and Dawn to my wedding. Predictably though, Mary didn't show up, but she did allow Dawn to attend. I was so happy to see her after so long and to have her meet my new wife. After the wedding, Dawn, Yuna and I spent a little time together, and the two of them seemed to really hit it off.

I remembered Yuna, in her enchanting, lightly Caribbean accent, gushing over how beautiful Dawn was and how nicely her dress contrasted against her perfect, deep chocolate skin. It was a tiny dress of powder pink lace - a dress I found particularly skimpy, even for Dawn. Yuna was the heiress of a large clothing company and was the senior designer for the lingerie branch. So Dawn's dress, which was little more than lingerie itself, caught her eye and got her excited.

The three of us spent the day after the wedding together at Dawn's hotel. When we dropped her off at the airport, I was sad to see her go. "My goodness Vince, your daughter is my soul mate," Yuna said lightheartedly as I watched Dawn leave. "She should spend a summer with us sometime."

I contemplated what she said. I would have my lively, vibrant daughter back in my life to some capacity. She'd brighten my world with her beautiful, carefree attitude. But she'd entice me with it too. Her freedom of personality seemed to stem directly from her sense of sexuality. I thought about how she seduced me, unable to pinpoint a moment. Just somehow, with her bubbly personality and smooth, feminine aura, she'd convinced me it was okay to have sex with my own daughter.

Not even a week after her eighteenth birthday I found myself cupping Dawn's breasts from behind, kissing her rich, chocolate skin. Her ass was in my lap, my dick driving deep inside her delightful pussy as she bounced on top of me. She had always been sweet and charming and a little flirty, even with her mom and me (though Mary would deny it), but I never thought in a thousand years we'd ever be having sex. Dawn did though. She knew what she wanted and took steps to get it in the smoothest and most charming of ways. She was warm and calculating, not cold or bitchy at all. She was unapologetically sexy and seductive and could easily have me in the same position I was in before. I concluded I couldn't take the risk.

I told Yuna that it was up to Mary to let Dawn come out or not, which it was. Yuna only commented that Dawn was very much a grown woman and should be able to make that decision on her own. I half-heartedly agreed and trailed off, ending the conversation.

For the two following years, though we talked from time to time, I had only seen my daughter in social media pictures. What I'd seen kept me firm in my decision to not see her. Skimpy outfits and sexy captions were commonplace. Her body, which had already been gorgeous, filled out a little more, her shapely little hips and her ripe breasts popping in every picture and live video. Even in seemingly candid photos, she seduced the camera with her big, pretty eyes. She posted weekly pics in a different, matching bra and panties set, revealing a few new tattoos and piercings over the months.

I knew my daughter would always be a temptation, and I was truly happy with Yuna. I convinced myself that the sacrifice was worth it, that I had to suffer the consequences of my past actions, and that the reward was my life with Yuna. Ironically though, I was starting to miss Yuna too.

Recently she'd been spending more and more time at the office. In addition, her company was opening stores in France and Singapore so she needed to travel, leaving me home alone for days or even weeks at a time. She'd hired a CEO to guide the company but was still heavily involved in every important decision, on top of her role as a designer. So, as my school year at the university came to a close and the summer began, I knew I was going to be home alone more than I would have liked to be.

One day, when Yuna was on a three-day business trip, she called me and told me she had a present for me and that it would be arriving that evening. So I waited, wondering what it could be. Around midnight, as I was growing drowsy, a van pulled up to the large estate and out of it came a slim, feminine figure, sauntering up to the front door.

"Daddy!" Dawn shouted in her high, raspy voice and ran into my arms when I opened the door. Overwhelmed with joy, I scooped her up in my arms, lifting her easily off her feet and spinning her around. There, at the door we embraced, telling each other how much we loved and missed one another as the Lyft driver hefted Dawn's one hundred bags of luggage from the van. We were still hugging and gushing over each other when the man pulled off into the night. In that overjoyed moment, I realized that I had lied to myself for years, thinking I didn't need my little girl in my life. At that moment she was all I needed.

I started to kiss Dawn on her luscious lips but stopped myself. If I was going to have a relationship with my daughter, which I knew I needed, I would have to do it right. I set Dawn down, holding her out by the shoulders, smiling and looking her over.

My God, she was gorgeous! Her hair was long and black, falling lazily to frame her youthful face in silky, feathery waves. Her flawless skin was almost as dark as her hair, as smooth and as black as onyx, but soft, lustrous and radiant. I looked down her body and was pleased. Her breasts sat up perfectly in her low-cut dress, despite their apparent growth. She had gone braless, allowing her tightened nipples and jewelry to poke proudly through the fabric. "You look amazing," I said in a breath.

"Thanks, Daddy," Dawn said, smiling. "You look really good yourself." She squeezed my bicep. "You've been working out."

"Yeah," I said with a little laugh, feeling a little flushed.

"I can tell. You look awesome. So strong!" Dawn let her hands roam from my bicep up my sleeve to feel my shoulders, squeezing for a few seconds before wrapping her arms around my body, and embracing me once again. Except this time, she slid her hands up the back of my shirt to feel the muscles of my back. She buried her face in my chest, inhaled, then exhaled, "I missed you so much, Daddy." Her tone was sultry, sexy and smooth as glowing silk. She looked up at me with those exotic gray eyes, silently begging for a kiss.

I obliged. I couldn't resist. Just a little one, I told myself as I leaned down and kissed my daughter's glossy lips. Kissing her felt right. Like Dawn was the missing ingredient to my heart, and I so wanted to indulge in her, to slide my hand down to her ass and slip my tongue into her willing mouth but I didn't. I was a good dad and stopped when I felt her tongue lick my open mouth. "Let me get your bags," I said and walked past her to gather her things. She rolled her eyes playfully and knowingly.

Dawn knew she had turned me on. She didn't have to feel the growth in my pants when we hugged, just like I didn't need to see her nipples poking into her tiny satin dress. We both knew. As I was trying to cool myself down and act fatherly, I was sure she was scheming on a way to fulfill her desire to be with me just like before. Thankfully though, the first night I was pretty exhausted. I showed her to her room, then showered and went to sleep, promising to give her a tour of the rather large house in the morning.

I woke up early and made breakfast. By the time Dawn got up, her food needed to be reheated. When she finished eating, I suggested the tour of the estate, to which she replied she needed to get dressed. I told her she was fine in her little satin robe, but she retorted she needed to look her best at all times. I shrugged and let her change, figuring it would be a good idea for her to get dressed so I could stop ogling her in her small robe. When she first came down, it was open, revealing her black lace boy short panties and a healthy amount of her braless, mouthwatering breasts. After I asked her to tie her robe, it was her sexy legs underneath the high hem that were so enticing - not to mention the two familiar dots that indicated her sexy, swollen nipples.

As she changed, so did I, putting on some cargo shorts and a fitted T-shirt. When Dawn came to my room, I was shocked. "Wha-" I said. "I thought you were putting clothes on."

Dawn stood there in a mint green lace bra and panties set, finished with pink stitching, and a matching garter belt connected to a pair of silk stockings. She smiled seductively. "I said I was gonna change and that I wanted to look my best. Don't you think I look my best like this?" When I hesitated, mouth agape, she added, "Or do I look better naked?"

"What the hell am I gonna do with you?" I chuckled.

"I think you know," Dawn said with a wink and turned. "C'mon, Daddy, show me your and Yuna's place." She smirked over her shoulder as I watched her fit, round ass saunter away in its tight, cheeky confines. I promptly followed.

I walked behind my daughter, directing her where to go, showing her around and freely watching her magnificent ass. I also noticed other things, like the intricately patterned dragon tattoo going down the center of her spine, circling her hips, its tail reappearing on her inner thigh and wrapping around her leg. It was beautiful, a masterpiece on a masterpiece. Her ears were now pierced in multiple places and so was her navel, decorated with a small, dainty piece of dangling jewelry. She also sported cute, silver studs in her nose and tongue, reminding me of the one I knew she wore in her clit. Why is my little girl so fucking sexy?

I tried to stay away from Dawn after the tour, finding things to do at all times. I washed dishes by hand rather than using the dishwasher. I worked out in the bedroom we turned into a weight room until Dawn came to watch. We began chatting lightly as I started with some dumbbells, which was nice, but then I got sweaty and saw how Dawn was actively salivating and lusting over my impressive body. I have to admit it felt good to have a gorgeous, young girl doting on me but when she suggested I take off my shirt, I had to get out of there. I left the room with a hard cock. I found other random chores to do, ending with cutting the grass late in the day, which took a couple of hours.

I came in a little before dark, sweating profusely. I showered and felt absolutely drained. When a man has worked his muscles all day and feels exhausted, there's nothing like the comfort of a woman's body to ease his mind. I craved feminine contact in every form. After I showered, I found Dawn on the couch, still in her bra and panties. She gleamed her heart-stealing smile at me and I settled beside her. After only a few minutes, we were cuddling together in our underwear, and it only felt right to kiss as we had so many times before, so long ago.

We kissed, open-mouthed, my cock hard, her body soft, her moans hungry. My hands explored warm, smooth skin. Her hands squeezed my aching muscles, relaxing me. "Oh, Daddy," Dawn sighed, "I soooo miss this. You touching me, kissing me, making love to me. I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, baby girl," I said, sliding my hand in her underwear and taking a hefty handful of her baby-soft ass, sliding her panties halfway down in the process.

Dawn reached between my legs and squeezed my big dick through my underwear, moaning against my mouth as my heat twitched in her hand. I was so hot for my daughter. It'd been so long. All my body and soul wanted in that moment was to reconnect with my daughter, slide her pretty panties off, let her take out my thick cock and put it inside that pristine pussy that I knew still felt like a sodden dream. But Yuna...I can't do this to Yuna.

"Baby," I said in a long exhalation against her lips. "We have to stop now."

"Why?" she said, and kissed me.

"This is wrong baby." We kissed more.

"It's not, Daddy. I know it's not." Dawn licked my mouth.

"I'm married, sweetheart. To Yuna." I said it halfway to remind myself of that fact, even as kissed my only daughter who was stroking my cock. "And you're my daughter." Saying it only made me hornier.

"Yes, Daddy. She's your wife, and I'm your daughter. You don't have to choose." After a few more moments I was able to tear my lips and hands off my sexy daughter.

"You can't share me with Yuna, baby," I finally said. "I'm sorry, Dawn. I'm all hers."

"So, I can't be your daughter?"

"Of course, you can- you are. And you always will be." I rose up off her and sat beside her.

"Not for the past three years," she said, sitting up and pulling her panties back in place.

"I know, honey, and I'm so sorry for that. I was so hurt about your mother, I didn't realize until now how much of that hurt was because I couldn't be with you anymore."

"So be with me now, Daddy. I forgive you and Mom for what you did. But now is our chance to be together."

"Yes, we can be together, but not like this. We can't have sex, honey, I'm sorry. We're gonna have to be a normal father and daughter like everyone else."

"But I'm not like everyone else. You don't have a normal daughter, you have me, and with me comes all of me, my mind and my body. I can't change who I am to fit what the world says is okay."

"I don't want you to change, honey. I just want you to not have sex with me. That's all."

"Sex is who I am. If you don't want to have sex with me, you don't want me at all." She didn't sound hurt, or bratty, or disrespectful, but very poised, like she really wanted me to understand.

I softened my tone. "Baby, you know I want you. So damned bad." She smiled warmly at that. "But you see what happened last time, and I don't want to go through that again. You remember how hard that was for me. And for you and your mother. You don't want to go through that again, do you? And put me through that? And Yuna?"

"I can make her understand," she said. And then she added, "Like I made Mom understand."

"What? You made Mary understand what, exactly?"

"Who I am," Dawn shrugged. "I don't just like sex, I love sex, and I need it. When I'm really close to someone, I have to have sex with them. It's my gift. It's what I bring to the world. Guilt-free sex. What we did when I was eighteen...it wasn't cheating, it was love. I wasn't taking Mom's place, I was living my rightful place as your daughter. I think you knew it too. That's why you never wanted to tell Mom. You didn't feel sorry or bad or guilty. You shouldn't have, because you were giving your daughter what she needed and giving your wife what she needed too. You were a great husband and such a great father."

I hesitated and then said, "So this is what you want to make Yuna understand?"

Dawn nodded.

"How?"

She simply smiled and glanced down between her legs, making a subtle gesture.

"No," I said, unbelieving. "So, you and your mom?" Dawn nodded. "You and Mary?" She nodded again giggling. "Mary Parker-Kilpatrick? You had sex with your mother? My ex-wife!?" She nodded up and down, again and again, laughing. "Oh, my God."

"I can show Yuna too. She won't even be as hard as Mom was. I can tell. Just give me a day or two with her. I'll be licking her...