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I had gotten to the point in life where I wanted a family but I simply couldn’t find anyone to start one with. Every person I date ends up not working out and I didn’t want to have to wait to late to start having kids. It took a lot of planning and a lot of time just making sure it was the right choice.

A year later I had my own daughter, Anke. I adopted her from China and when I first held her in my arms so was so small and precious, and even though she wasn’t my own blood, I loved her like any father would their own child. She grew up wonderfully, always a smile on her face and always trying to find where I hid the cookies. Since adopting her I had taken a break from the dating scene, though it never worked out too well for me so it wasn’t much of an issue.

Obviously the time came when I had to explain to her she was adopted and that I had no idea who her real parents were, but she didn’t care. She said I was her real parent and that’s all the mattered.

As time when on she got older and became a teenager, the dread of every parent. Starting to act out, not listening as much, hanging out with friends rather than movie night, but she always made a point to spend time with her dad. Sometimes during the day we text each other when I’m at work and she’s at school, though I make a point to her to only text between periods.

During her senior year though, the texts started to get more mature. Actually not just mature, but adult. She’d tell me she was with her friends or something and describe how Sadie was wearing black leggings and how Katherine’s boobs were starting to come in. Eventually I told her this stuff was inappropriate and she ceased sending such texts but not before she sent a selfie of her in the restroom. Had I done something wrong as a parent? I know teenagers are growing into their sexuality, but I had no reason to believe what my daughter was doing was normal.

Not sure of what to do I just let the thought die. I didn’t mention it and she had stopped being so inappropriate with her texts so all felt good. After dinner one night I was sitting on the coach watching the News and Anke came in and sat down with me; rather close, almost cuddling up to my arm. I glanced down at her. “Anke, is everything alright?”

She just wiggled herself closer to me. “Oh ya dad, I’m fine.”

I turned my attention back to the TV and just brushed it off. “By the way dad.” She said randomly. “Did you like those pictures I sent you?”

My eyes widened and I felt myself start to blush. I nearly shot up from the couch. “I thought you agreed you weren’t going to talk about that?”

“Come on dad. It’s not weird. I mean, we’re not actually related, so what’s the problem.” Part of me wanted to agree with her, the other part wanted to send her to her room and take away her phone for even saying something like that. What ever happened to the sweet innocent girl who loved dressing up as Cinderella? “And besides dad, when was the last time you went on a date? You’ve given up a lot for me and honestly-” She swung her leg over mine and placed her hand on my crotch; I couldn’t find it in me to move. “-I want to thank you for it dad. Properly.”

“I…I…” I was flustered by my daughter and it only grew worse as her young petite body crept further and further over mine. Again, part of me wanted to agree that she had a point. I don’t remember the last time I’ve had a date and Anke had certainly grown into a beautiful young woman. I almost wanted to say sexy as hell, but I refused that thought. “Anke…just please leave.” I did what I could to keep a calm composure as I denied my daughter’s advance.

She backed off, thankfully, and sat up straight at the other end of the couch. “Fine.” She got up slowly, arching her back as she did so. “I’m going to take a shower. I won’t mind if you join me.” Before I could answer she gave me a wink and left the room. My thoughts raced and with every second I got closer to following her up the stairs.

I don’t know how long I was sitting there with my face in my hands but I heard the upstairs water begin to run. Maybe, just once. What’s the harm in that? Possible this was ill reasoning, but I truly couldn’t resist, not even my own daughter.

Outside the bathroom door I listened to the water hit the floor of the shower, though my heartbeat seemed louder. Hesitantly I knocked. She opened the door wearing a towel around her torso and smiled as she led me in and closed the door. I was about to ask if this was alright with her but she put her finger to my lips and shhh’d me. My clothes fell off one at a time until I stood naked in my daughter’s presence. And soon she joined me, pulling apart her towel and letting it hit the floor. Her breasts were small but perky and her cheer practices seemed to pay off.

She took my hand and we entered the shower. The water was the perfect temperature and the added steam began to ease my tension. She guided me to sit down on the ledge and emptied some soap into her hands, gently massaging it into my skin. I closed me eyes and felt such a thrill just from the idea of what I was doing.

I looked down as I felt her hands grasp my cock. I hadn’t realized I had gotten so hard so quickly, but considering it was no wonder. As one hand stroked me, the other reached under my leg to cradle and play with my balls. “Don’t worry daddy.” She said. “You’ve taken care of me, now let me take care of you. And if you don’t want to think of me as your daughter right now, that’s fine.”

She was always so considerate of people, but this was not one of those times that needed it. I slid my hand down her back and toyed with the rim of her ass, then moving to her clit as I stuck my fingers in her pussy. She moaned but I leaned in and kissed her, so deep and lovingly. “You’re my daughter, Anke. You always will be.”

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