(Note #1: All comments and constructive criticisms are welcome and appreciated.

Note #2: When I first posted this story online, I received some negative feedback that this chapter featyres incest. So if that’s not to your tastes, you might not wanna read on.

Note #3: And finally, all artwork included here was created by Faith Desky.)

It was that October that Adonis Nero popped up on our radar. He’d  started out as an underling in a criminal organization out west some years back and had slowly worked his way up to taking it over. Now he’d expanded his operations to Crescent City. Danielle and I busted up a few of his schemes but he proved difficult to implicate in any criminal activity. My daughter took the lead in our efforts to bring him to justice and her detective skills eventually allowed her to connect him to an arsonist-for-hire who’d been operating on the docks.

It was late one Friday night just after the holidays when we finally were able to assist the police in apprehending Nero. Turns out his home had a secret escape tunnel leading to the sewer system. Unfortunately, he ducked into it and while Danni and I eventually caught up to him, it wasn’t before our costumes were thoroughly befouled.

With Nero safely in the hands of the local police, Danielle and I returned home. As soon as we entered, she declared she’d need to spend a week in the shower before she’d feel clean again and made a beeline for her bathroom. I felt the same way and headed to my room where I stripped naked and dropped my costume in the hamper to be washed (or possibly incinerated) later.

I entered my en-suite bathroom and stepped behind the glass door of my walk-in shower. It was pretty big, 60 inches by 48. Probably more than I really needed, to be honest. But when Angela and I had inherited the house from my parents, we’d remodeled the upstairs, turning the guest room into the bathroom connected to my bedroom and installing the shower as our extravagant luxury. We’d showered together many times but since her death, I hadn’t shared it with anyone. That was about to change.

I had barely begun to clean myself under the warm water when I heard my daughter’s voice behind me. “Daddy, the water’s not running in my bathroom again,” she said.

Without turning around, I said, “I’ll call the plumber tomorrow. I’ll let you know when I’m finished in here and you can use my shower.”

“Screw that,” she responded. “I stink too much to wait. There’s enough room in there for us both.”

With that, she opened the door and stepped inside the shower. I was both shocked and irritated at this intrusion into my personal space. We were usually considerate about avoiding seeing each other naked. It’s true that I’d walked into her room once without knocking a few months ago when a Guardian Society emergency came up. She’d been standing there nude with her back to me and I’d quickly retreated while apologizing. But I’d learned my lesson and that was the only incident. I turned around to ask her to leave but the words dried up in my throat as I beheld the strange vision before me.

Danielle had altered her form to appear as sexless as possible. Her chest was flat, with no breasts or nipples visible. Her arms were normal, but her hips and legs were less rounded. Her crotch was a blank expanse of skin, with nothing to indicate her gender. She gently pushed me to the side so she could step into the spray of water, allowing me to see that she’d flattened her ass as well.

Danni caught my expression of surprise and explained, “I call this my doll form. Aunt Marie and I designed it when she started teaching me how to be a girl. It was in case I should ever be captured by a villain with lewd intentions. The idea was to make myself as unappealing as possible. What do you think?”

“It’s about the weirdest form I’ve seen you wear,” I admitted. “But what about me? You’ve kind of got me at a disadvantage here.”

“Oh, I guess I didn’t think about that,” she said with a quick look at my dangling member. “To be honest, penises aren’t a big deal to me. I saw them a lot back when I was Daniel. Well, it was mostly mine, but still, don’t worry about it.”

With that, she reached over to take my shampoo bottle and pour some into her hand. She had her back to me as she lathered up her hair. I resigned myself to the strange circumstance I was in and moved behind her to run my fingers through her long hair. “Let me take care of that,” I offered her.

“Oooh, thanks Daddy. That feels real nice,” she happily said.

“It’s been too long since I washed a woman’s hair,” I told her. “Feels nice. Smells nice too. If you’re not careful, I might try to make it a habit.”

“I could totally live with that,” she admitted. “My own personal hair washer. I like how that sounds.”

I rinsed her hair out and applied another bit of shampoo. She probably didn’t need it, but I was enjoying taking care of her. After I rinsed her hair out a second time, she offered to return the favour. So I bent over slightly to allow her to reach my hair a little easier. Like her, I enjoyed the sensation of having someone else wash my hair. She took her time, doing a thorough job of lathering my strands and rinsing them out.

With her job done, she turned around and asked me to wash her back, which I was happy to do. I grabbed a washcloth, soaped it up and got to work. But with her ass cheeks nowhere to be found, I realized I wasn’t sure how low I was supposed to go. So I gathered up my nerve and told her, “Honey, I know you were trying to spare my feelings, but this doll thing is a little silly. You can just be your normal self. I don’t mind.”

“Really Daddy? Are you sure?” she asked me.

I said, “Sure” and watched as she turned back into a normal young adult woman. Her body returned to its normal proportions and I saw her height drop a little, indicating the mass she’s displaced was back to where it should be.

“Thanks Daddy,” she said. “That feels better. It was taking some concentration for me to stay like that. It’s not a very natural way to be.”

“No problem, kiddo,” I said as I got back to washing her back. “To be honest, that flat butt of yours was offending my sensibilities. I’m kind of an ass man and what you were doing to yours was heartbreaking. A good butt is a terrible thing to waste.”

She laughed at that. “Why thank you, kind sir,” she said with an exaggerated posh accent. “I’m glad you approve of it. Since you think it’s so nice, I will grant you the opportunity to wash it.”

I almost stopped what I was doing when she said that. Washing each other’s hair and backs was one thing. But her ass, well, I couldn’t help but wonder if that was crossing a line. As I continued running the soapy washcloth down her back, I debated internslly ,kkwhether or not I should accept her invitation to touch my favourite part of a woman’s anatomy.

Part of this was my own fault. She had changed herself to not be sexually attractive and I was the one who’d asked her to change back. And she wasn’t the one who’d started talking about her ass. That was me again. We were in a situation we’d never been in before and making up the protocol as we went along. She was my daughter and we loved each other and we were pampering each other. Could it be sensual without being sexual? I didn’t see why not. And there’d be fabric between my hand and her flesh anyway.

All of this went through my mind in less than a second. My decision made, I let my hand drop to her right ass cheek and I rubbed it with the washcloth. I was gentle but still pressed her skin. After all, we had spent the evening in the sewers so we really did need a good washing. I pressed a little into her ass crack but not too much. I was still leery of going too far. I decided to adopt a “quid pro quo” approach to what I was doing. I washed her ass the way I wanted her to wash mine when it would be her turn to do so. That seamed reasonable enough.

Another debate popped into my head over what parts of her, if any, were entirely off-limits. Her arms and shoulders would obviously be okay. Her legs too, though that would require me getting to my knees and getting my face near her nether regions. Would that be okay with her? And would I be okay with that? And if she decided to return the favour, her head would be close to my penis. Was that alright? I resolved to simply go with the flow and do what I felt like doing. Danielle was old enough to decide what she liked and didn’t like. If I were to do something that made her feel uncomfortable, I knew she’d let me know.

I dropped down to my knees and ran the washcloth up and down her legs. My face was very close to her ass and I had to admit it looked damn fine close up. I tore my eyes away from it and looked up to see Danni staring over her shoulder down at me.

“So Mr. Ass Man,” she said, “how’s the view down there?”

“I’ll put it to you this way,” I answered. “If you’re ever mad at me, don’t say ‘Kiss my ass, Dad’, because I will do exactly that. Seriously. Do not give me an excuse.”

I said it halfway in jest, but I could tell she was considering saying it. I decided to remove the temptation from either of us.

“Now turn around so I can wash the rest of you,” I instructed her.

She did so and I got a good look at her naked from the front. Her breasts were rounder than I was used to seeing from Marie or even my Angela. Both of them had teardrop-shaped breasts but Danni’s stood firm. I briefly wondered if it was youth or her powers that kept gravity from affecting them. Her nipples were a light brown colour and were sticking out about a half inch with areolas about an inch in diameter. I estimated her to be about a 36 C cup, which suited her 5’4” hourglass figure. I may be an ass man, but I had to admit Danielle had a damn fine rack too.

My gaze fell to her pubic area where I was surprised to find her completely hairless. And when I say hairless, I mean not even the slightest hint of stubble. I cocked an eyebrow and asked her, “You don’t have any hair at all down here?”

“No,” she answered. “That’s the one part of my body I could never get right. When I made myself the girl I wanted to be, it never occurred to me to give myself hair down there. Marie suggested I should but I could never figure out what I wanted it to look like. Any suggestions?”

If my daughter asking me what kind of pubes she should have wasn’t the strangest question I’d ever been asked, it was certainly in the top ten. But I surprised myself by answering her with the first image that popped into my mind. “Let it grow out, about a quarter inch maybe,” I instructed her, and suddenly I was looking at a patch of black pubic hair. “Now, make it in the shape of a triangle pointing downward.” She complied with my instructions. “Raise the point a little, above the clitoral hood.” Again, she followed my directions. Her vagina stayed uncovered but the pubic hair above it offered a nice contrast. “Pretty nice,” I said. “What do you think?”

She looked at her handiwork and said, “Not bad. I think I like it. Is this how Mom had it?”

“No,” I admitted. “Your mother had it much thicker. This is like somebody else’s.”

“Well don’t make me guess,” she demanded. “I’ve seen some of Aunt Marie’s photospreads so I know hers doesn’t look like this. Whose pubes am I copying?”

“Asia Carrera,” I answered. “She was a porn star I was into back in the day. Before I met your mother.”

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed with a laugh. “You’re making me look like a porn star! Well, at least I can look her up later and make sure I’ve got it right.”

“Your triangle is a little wider,” I advised her. “And she had a piercing in her labia. So your look is still a little different. But I think this suits you better, if that makes any sense. I wouldn’t change it if I were you.” With that, I got back down to washing her, cleaning her tops of her feet and making my way up her legs.

“Any other suggestions I should take for looking more like your favourite porn star? Maybe some collagen lips or bigger boobs?” she asked with a sarcastic tone.

“No way,” I said. “You’re too beautiful as you are. Don’t change a thing. If you change how you look, it’ll be like screwing up the Mona Lisa.”

I don’t think she was expecting me to say something like that. It wasn’t said as a joke but in earnest seriousness. Her breath caught for a second, but that might also had been because I’d worked the washcloth to the inside of her thighs. I wasn’t being bashful anymore. I didn’t see the point after we’d just landscaped her nether regions together. I raised the washcloth and scrubbed her vagina and crotch without hesitation. I didn’t hurry but I didn’t linger either. If there was a normal way to wash your daughter’s privates, I’d say I was doing it.

That being said, I knew my actions were having an effect on both of us. Danielle’s breathing as I washed her was evidence of it. And when I stood up to more easily scrub her top half, my erect penis was clearly visible.

“Sorry about that, princess,” I said. “I wish it wasn’t like that but…”

“It’s okay,” she interrupted me. “I understand. You can’t help it. Do you know why you have an erection right now?”

“Yes honey, I think I know how erections work,” I said a little snidely. I was embarrassed by my state of arousal and by having to talk about it.

“That’s not what I mean, Daddy,” she said. “I mean why it’s understandable. You’re not like other fathers. When they look at their 18-year-old daughter, they not only see her as she is, they see the little girl she used to be. They see both versions of her and that helps cool off any attraction they might have to her. That, and all the memories they have of her growing up. But you can’t do that, Daddy. You never saw me as a little girl. By the time I showed you who I really was, I was already going through puberty and turning into a young woman. So you can’t help but see me as the woman I am and nothing else.”

“Is that what they’re teaching you in college?” I asked her.

“Pretty much, yeah,” she admitted. “But don’t forget that I used to have a penis too. And even with my powers, I used to have trouble controlling it sometimes. So don’t feel bad about being hard right now. It’s your body’s way of saying you think I’m beautiful. And I’m happy you feel that way. As a matter of fact, if you weren’t hard, I’d be kinda insulted.”

“Well I’m glad you approve,” I said as I washed her flat stomach and then moved up to her breasts. I found them to be firmer than I was used to. It was an act of will for me not to spend too much time soaping them up as I found their solidity so interesting. As it was, I ended up tweaking both her nipples a few times as I moved the washcloth over them back and forth. I asked her to raise her arms and she obliged so I washed them and her hands before finishing off with a good scrubbing of her face.

She stepped under the water to rinse off as I stood and stared. She was absolutely gorgeous and I was just drinking in the sight of her. When she was done, she turned around to face me and took the washcloth from my hand. As she soaped it up, she told me, “Your turn, Mr. Williams. Turn around so I can start on your back.”

I did as I was told and faced the wall as she started. Being washed by someone else is a very pleasant experience so I just stayed quiet as she rubbed the washcloth over me. She, on the other hand, started talking.

“Daddy, I have to tell you something. When I broke off with Tyler after my birthday two years ago, I never told you why I did it. But I think you need to know now. I really liked him, and we were getting serious about each other. More than just going on dates and kissing. We were telling each other really personal stuff. And it started bothering me that he only knew me as Danielle. I felt like I was hiding a big part of myself from him. So I decided to tell him the truth about how I used to be a boy.”

By now she had moved onto my buttocks and knelt down to work on them and my legs.  She continued with her story. “At my birthday party, I asked Estelle to keep you busy while I took Tyler upstairs to talk.”

“I remember,” I said. “She flirted with me.”

“I’m not surprised,” she admitted. “She had a crush on you. Can’t say that I blame her either. But while you were fending her off, I was upstairs telling Tyler about how I used to be Daniel. He took it really well. Everybody thinks he’s brash and impulsive but that’s just because he lives life at a different speed than we do. He’s really compassionate and understanding once you get to know him. Like when I was done telling him, he knew it was a big deal that I’d confided in him. So he thanked me and told me it didn’t matter to him who I used to be. He loved who I was now and that was all that mattered. It was really beautiful.”

She’d finished with the back of my legs and pressed a little on my right calf to indicate I should turn around, which I did. But instead of working her way up my body as I’d done with her, she stood up and started lathering up my forehead.

“So what happened?” I asked her before she would wash my face and make it hard to talk.

“I was very happy,” she said as she washed my face. “I kinda wanted to make out with him right there and then but I had a party downstairs where people were gonna miss me. So we went back down and rejoined the fun. I mingled and rescued you from Estelle and the evening went on. But when everybody was leaving, I took Tyler aside and thanked him for being so cool with what I’d told him. And he asked me what I was talking about.”

“What?” I asked in surprise as I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. The soap on my eyelids had fallen into my eyes and irritated them. Danni moved me forward into the water spray so I could rinse them off and see again. My vision restored, she gently pushed me back so she could wash my chest and continue telling me her story.

“He didn’t remember anything I’d told him in my room,” she went on. “As a matter of fact, he didn’t even remember going up there with me. So I asked him if he remembered me telling him about Daniel and he asked me who that was. I didn’t want to go through it again so I told him it wasn’t important and he left. As soon as he did, I grabbed Aunt Marie and took her upstairs to tell her what happened. She was surprised at first but she soon figured it out. Her spell that fixed my destiny didn’t just work that night, Daddy. It made it so that I can never be anything but a girl in people’s minds, ever. If I stood in front of the world and told them my story, they’d forget it as soon as I was out of sight. So Tyler could never know who I really used to be, no matter how many times I told him.”

By now, she had worked her way down past my belly button and reached my pubic hair. As she continued her sad story, she rubbed the washcloth over my erection and scrotum. She didn’t seem to be going out of her way to stimulate me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a charge out of her touch.

“I realized I couldn’t love someone who only knew a part of me,” she continued. “It was especially bad with Tyler because we’d shared a past that would come up every now and again. And every time it would, I’d be reminded that he didn’t really know me. So I broke up with him because I knew it would never work out between us. And then he got interested in those Atlantean twins that joined the team, so I was kinda glad he didn’t know the truth about me. Typical man. Sees a couple of blue-skinned sluts in tiny bikinis and that’s all he’s suddenly interested in.”

“Don’t be too hard on those two,” I said with a chuckle. “You’ve never been to Atlantis. It’s the strictest, most repressed society I’ve ever seen. It makes Saudi Arabia look like the Vegas strip. Every time an Atlantean escapes from there and comes to live on the surface, they lose their minds a little. Imagine going through life eating nothing but broccoli, and you suddenly find yourself in a candy store. That’s what it’s like being an Atlantean up here. And at least those girls are wearing bikinis. When the Aquarian first showed up in the 80s, he wore the tiniest speedos he could find and posed nude for Maskarade.”

“I didn’t know Maskarade did men’s pictures,” Danielle said.

“They don’t,” I explained. “Not after that issue. The sales were terrible.”

“Well, anyway,” she said as she kneeled down to wash my legs, carefully keeping her head away from my still-hard cock. “After that, I wasn’t too interested in dating anybody. I just didn’t see the point. And I wanted to get away from you for a while. You were just too much of a reminder that nobody else but you would ever really know all of me. So when Doctor Moonlight offered to make me her partner for a while, I jumped at the chance. Being away from you helped me get my head back on straight. And I missed you so much. It made me see that maybe it was okay if you were the only one who knew.”

“I missed you too baby girl,” I admitted.

“I know, Daddy, I know,” she said as she finished up the top of my legs and moved on to my calves and feet. “So I resigned myself to the fact that the only ones who could truly know me were you and Aunt Marie. She’s beautiful and all but I’m just not interested in her that way. But when I figured out that you’re the only man who can ever completely understand me, I started to look at you differently. You’ve been everything a girl can ever ask for in a father, but I need more from you now. I’m a woman, and just like I went from being your sidekick to being your partner as a hero, I need to change our relationship as a woman to a man.”

With that she gently pushed me forward into the water spray to rinse off. I stayed silent as the water rid the soap from my skin. I realized what she was asking me to become, and it scared me. I loved her so much, and she was the most important person in my life. But to go from loving her to being in love with her, I wasn’t sure I could do it. I’d been forced to adapt to a lot with her over the years, but I wasn’t sure I could make this change.

Part of it was self-doubt. A father doesn’t think any man is good enough for his precious daughter, and in my case, that included me. I’d done my best to stand by my wife, my daughter and my friends over the years, but deep down I worried that I’d come up short sometimes. As irrational as it was, a part of me still blamed myself for Angela’s death. Sure, I stopped a lot of crimes as Thunderfist, but how many villains had I actually helped reform? And although no one else remembered Danielle’s coming out as trans, I wondered if I could have done something, anything, to make the subsequent events go better, When your daughter’s life derails so badly that you have to have a sorceress reset her past, you feel quite a bit of guilt, y’know?

Oddly enough, the immorality of the situation didn’t enter my mind. I knew a father shouldn’t take advantage of his daughter, of course. But she was the one who initiated this. I’d gone out of my way not to give in to my urges. She was the one who wanted me to treat her like a woman. And she was of legal age. Sure, she was still a few months shy of her 19^th birthday and had a lot to learn. But emotionally, she was clearly in control of herself. Her desire for me wasn’t some silly infatuation, I knew. It was a mature young woman’s need for a man to love her and please her.

And make no mistake; I wanted to be that man. I was as attracted to her as she was to me. I wanted to take her into my arms and show her the ways of sex. Maybe not quite that second. A shower was no place for a young woman’s first time. But after we’d get out from the water spray, I’d want to take her to my bed.

I was fighting a war with myself and I wasn’t sure which side was winning. I turned around and looked down at my beloved daughter who was still on her knees, waiting for me to say something. Again I was torn in two as I looked at her. A beautiful, naked woman on her knees, gazing into your eyes. It was sexy as Hell. But there was also a part of me that looked at her as innocent , like a girl gazing up at her Daddy.

She reached her right arm up and took my hand in hers. I stepped forward to get into position to help her get up. But she had other ideas. “Don’t freak out, okay?” she said as she leaned forward. Before I knew what was happening, my daughter’s lips were around my stiff penis. Right away I felt her tongue caress the head of my prick as she began to move her head slightly back and forth. Her left hand wrapped itself around the part of my shaft still outside her mouth.

She began to pump my cock with her hand while her mouth continued to stimulate the head and her tongue worked the underside of the glans. I was amazed at her technique and briefly wondered how she’d gotten so good at this. Then I remembered that, like she’d reminded me before, she used to have a penis and no doubt had done some exploring. I was enjoying the fruits of her discoveries, the sensation being incredibly pleasurable.

Even if I had wanted to, I don’t think I could have made her stop. As light as her touch was, I knew she wouldn’t let go of me until she got what she wanted. And the truth of it was, I didn’t want to stop her. I loved her too much, and I was too lost. My indecision and self-doubt of mere moments ago were gone now. She wanted this. That was clear. As I looked down at my beautiful Danielle, I could see she was into what she was doing. This wasn’t a hesitant little virgin girl tentatively doing something she didn’t understand. This was a sexy vixen doing her best to please her lover.

Why shouldn’t I enjoy her efforts? Didn’t I deserve this? Was I not a good man deserving of love? Shouldn’t I have a woman of my own? I decided there and then that if Danielle wanted me that way, I was all in. I didn’t worry about what the world would think of us. I was used to keeping secrets. I would make my Danni feel special and beloved every day of my life.

An unkind observer might suspect that my daughter’s next trick is what pushed me over the edge into my feelings of romantic love. But with God as my witness, I swear I’d fallen for her before she did what she did next. Her hand dropped from my penis and she leaned forward, taking all of it into her mouth. I’m fairly well-endowed with seven inches of dick to my name, so Danielle had to take some of it down her throat.

For a moment I felt no resistance, and then her throat muscles suddenly enveloped my flesh. With my last shred of conscious thought, I realized she had adapted her esophagus to accept my cock easier. I marveled at her ingenuity and then lost myself in the sensation of the best blowjob I was ever likely to receive. She moved her head back and forth to stimulate my rock-hard member while her hands gently began to massage my testicles. I didn’t last long after that. The shower stall was filled with the sound of the water falling on us, the sucking Danni was performing and my moans and whimpers of pleasure.

“Danni, I’m gonna cum,” I announced as I felt that familiar tingle that preceded an eruption. My daughter didn’t miss a beat as she continued to fellate me. I blew my load down her throat as she kept on bobbing her head. It had been a while since Marie and I had made love, so I was a bit backed up. I shot stream after stream until I finally ran out of spunk for Danielle to swallow.

Not a drop had escaped her lips, which made me wonder if her power to adapt her body had somehow come into play again. But in truth, I really didn’t care. After putting up a good fight, I felt my penis already starting to deflate a little as Danni pulled her head back and let it out of her mouth. She looked up at me with a smile.

“Ooh, that was more than I ever shot out when I was younger,” she said. “Guess I did pretty good for a first-timer. eh?”

I didn’t answer her with words. I pulled her off her knees and into an embrace. Her body pressed against mine as I lowered my head to bring my lips to hers. Our mouths opened and our tongues entwined as I kissed her as a lover for the first time. My hands ran across her back and her sides as I delighted in how she felt and tasted. I was torn between staying there forever or giving her back the pleasure she had given me. The latter won over.

I broke our embrace and turned around to shut off the water. “I think we’re as clean as we’re gonna get tonight,” I said as I turned back to Danielle. I extended my left arm towards the glass door and she got the message, opening it. She stepped out with me right behind her, grabbed a towel and handed it to me.

Instead of getting one for herself, she stood on the bathmat while her body produced a ripple that started at her feet and worked its way up. She raised her arms and pointed them at the shower as the water on her skin was carried off of her and shot onto the stall’s marble floor. Even her hair followed suit, pointing itself at the shower and discharging its moisture.  She stood before me dry as a bone, clean as a whistle and as naked as the day she was born.

“Cute trick,” I admitted. “But you’ve outsmarted yourself, little girl. You could have done that to get yourself clean as soon as we left the sewers. You didn’t need to shower at all.”

Caught red-handed in her deception, she put her hands behind her back and lowered her head a little in an effort to look contrite. “Okay, sure, but I like showering. I like the feel of it. And tonight, I like the company,” she added while looking up at me.

“When did you put this little plan together?” I asked her while drying myself off.

“Right after we caught up with Nero,” she explained. “As soon as we had him, I knew we’d be heading home and it dawned on me you’d need a good shower. I’d figured out how I felt about you a while back and I decided tonight was gonna be the night I told you. So I made up a little lie about the plumbing, changed into my doll form and now you know everything.”

“Lying to your father,” I said with an expression of mock disapproval as I tossed the towel over her shoulder into the hamper. “All to seduce him into such salacious acts. Oh what a lewd little minx you are!”

She smiled and said, “Yeah, like you were complaining. Don’t forget that you were the one who asked me to drop the doll form. So this is as much on you as it is on me.”

“What would you have done if I hadn’t asked you to drop it?” I asked her.

“Honestly, my plan was to ‘accidentally’ lose concentration and turn back,“ she answered, making air-quotes to emphasize the word “accidentally”. “But you asked me to change before I could pretend. And I’m glad you did. I felt so relieved when you told me to do it. That’s when I knew we were gonna happen. And we did. And now I feel like the happiest girl in the world.”

With that, she stepped forward again and put her arms around my neck. She leaned in to kiss me but I pulled back. I didn’t want us to get bogged down in the bathroom. “Whereas I feel like the guiltiest man in the world.”

Danielle turned serious instantly. “Don’t say that Daddy,” she told me. “I told you you’re the only one who I can love. It doesn’t matter that you’re my father.”

I put my index finger on her lips to quiet her before she could go on. “No, darling,” I said. “I don’t feel guilty that you’re my daughter. I should, but I don’t. I feel guilty that you made me cum in there and where I come from, when a lady does you a solid like that, it’s custom to return the favor. And yet here you are, all naked and unfulfilled. Feels like unfinished business to me.”

She relaxed when she saw that I was chiding her. “Oh, I see,” she said in a seductive tone. “You want me to scotch up on the counter?”

What is with this girl and doing it in the bathroom? I wondered. “No, baby,” I told her. “Call me old-fashioned, but I think a first time should be had in a bed. Much more comfortable.”

With that, I scooped her into my arms and carried her over the threshold of the bathroom door into my bedroom. The symbolism wasn’t lost on me. Or on her, I suspect. I gently deposited her in the middle of my mattress and stole a quick kiss before straightening up and making my way to the foot of the bed. She spread her legs for me as I climbed into position. “One thing,” I instructed her. “Don’t use your powers now. Let this happen naturally. I need to do this for you without any of your tricks.”

“Okay Daddy,” she said with a quiver of nervousness in her voice. “And when you’re ready, put in inside me. You won’t hurt me. I never made myself a hymen. You don’t need to worry about getting me pregnant either. I can control where I am in my cycle, so it can’t happen unless I want it to,”

I paused for a second and then shook my head. Our lives were very strange sometimes. And with that thought, I moved forward and planted a kiss on my daughter’s vulva. I wasn’t used to a hairless pussy but I was quick to adapt. I opened my mouth and started to explore her folds with my tongue, taking my time. This was our first time together, so I was scouting around for where and what gave her pleasure. I knew she’d probably like to have her clit gently played with. But there’s more to pleasing a woman than just that.

I listened to Danielle’s breathing and sighs as my tongue moved up and down, here and there. When I got a reaction, I moved back and forth on that spot to see if she liked it. Most of the time, she did.

After the first few minutes I broke away and raised my head a little. “Honey,” I told her, “don’t be afraid to make noises when we make love. I like to know when I’m doing well. Making you happy makes me happy.” She nodded and I got back to licking her.

“Ohh I’m so happy Daddy,” she moaned. “I love that we’re doing this. Ahh!” she said as I continued working my way around her folds. “I thought about this a lot. Of being with you. Ohhh, yes, that’s feels good. Keep doing that.”

Encouraged by her appreciative words, I returned to pleasing my new lover. I put my right index finger inside her, finding her tighter than any woman I’d ever been with.  She reacted by sucking in a breath. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “You’re the first man to be in there. “

“Feels like it,” I observed. “How does it feel to you? Do you like it?”

She nodded her head. “Oh yeah. It feels strange, but good too. I like it Daddy. You can put your finger inside me any time you want. Your finger or, you know, something else,” she said in a seductive tone.

“Don’t be so impatient,” I gently scolded her. “I wanna feel you cum on my tongue before we get to that. Just relax and enjoy yourself, baby.”

She closed her eyes and put her head back on the mattress as I explored her honey pot. She sighed as I looked for the places she liked best. I also returned to licking her, moving up to her clitoris and gently running my tongue over it. She tried to articulate her pleasure but she was having trouble forming words. Part of me wanted to let up a bit, let her excitement subside a little before ramping up the pressure again. But in truth, we’d both had a long day and I was eager to have her reach her orgasm. I wanted my daughter to feel the pleasure I was so desperate to give her. So I continued my efforts unabated. She, in turn, continued letting out sounds of joy and surprise. And then, she reached the peak. She suddenly silenced herself and tensed up. Her body shook and I felt a sense of deep happiness that I had made my lady love feel so good.

“Oh wow!” she said as she calmed down. “That was great! That was so much better then when I do it myself. Thank you Daddy!”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” I said as I moved up her body and planted a kiss on her lips. She wrapped her arms around me and opened her mouth. Her tongue reached out to find my own and we proceeded to make out as our bodies rubbed against one another. The feeling was very pleasurable and my penis, back to full erection, started poking her vagina. She noticed and reached down to place it position for me to enter her.

“I’m ready, Daddy,” she said as she looked me in the eyes.

I nodded and raised myself up on my arms. I moved forward slowly and carefully. Hyman or no, her vagina was very tight and not used to my intrusion. Her eyes went wide as the head of my cock slipped inside. I stopped for a second to let her get used to the sensation and then slowly started to move forward and backwards. Each time, I moved a little deeper inside of her. She broke our eye contact as she looked down to where I was penetrating her.

“It’s happening! It’s really happening!” she said between breaths. “Oh my God, we’re really doing this!”

“You bet we are, darling,” I confirmed. “You better like it ‘cause I wanna do it every night from now on. You’re gonna be my woman and I’m gonna be your man.”

“Oh yes Daddy!” she agreed. “We belong to each other now. We can’t get married, but in our hearts, we can be husband and wife.”

By now I was fully inside of her when I was thrusting forward and each time I did she caught her breath. But after suggesting we’d be secretly married, I think her breathing also paused as she realized what she was saying. I was too far gone to stop pounding her vagina but not so much as to not notice her concern.

“Yes, I want that. I want you to be my wife,” I told her. “I never want another man to touch you. You’re mine. All mine. I won’t even look at another woman anymore. You’re all I need. All I want. I love you Danni. I love you so much!”

“I love you too Daddy!” She responded. “We’ll never be apart. We’ll be together forever, Daddy. Forever.”

Our conversation became less articulate after that as our coupling became more frantic. Grunts of “So good” and “Don’t stop” were about all that we could manage. She was pushing her pelvis to meet my thrusts and get as much of me into her as we could. I was mesmerized by the motion of her breasts as they slightly jiggled each time I bottomed out. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything as sexy as my daughter as we fucked each other silly.

Suddenly she opened her eyes wide and I saw that, once again, she had reached her climax. I silently thanked God as I knew I was very close to finishing up myself. I kept thrusting through her orgasm and less than a minute later, I grabbed her and held her close as I shot off inside her with a chocked moan.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “I feel it inside of me! I can feel your cum! We did it Daddy! We made love!”

I rolled off her and lay on my back. She turned on her side and cuddled up against me.

“I meant what I said, Daddy,” she told me. “About how we belong to each other now.”

“I know, baby,” I assured her. “So did I. There’s not a priest in the world that’ll marry us. But it doesn’t matter. We’re with each other now. Tomorrow you’ll move your clothes in here. You sleep in this bed from now on.”

“Partners in a whole new way,” she agreed. “We’re gonna have to be careful who we invite over. Or come up with some crazy cover story.” She suddenly turned pensive for an instant. “What are we gonna tell Aunt Marie?” she asked.

“The truth,” I answered matter-of-factly. “You think we can keep this a secret from her? She knows us too well. She’ll figure it out the second she sees us.”

“But what about you and her?” she continued. “You think she’ll be upset about losing you? ‘Cause I won’t share you, Daddy. I can’t.”

“Calm down honey,” I said as soothingly as I could. “We were friends long before we were lovers. I love her, but I’m in love with you. It’s that simple. She’ll see that. She always senses these things. And the fact of the matter is, she’s not in love with me either. For all the good times we had together, I never got that sense of… devotion, I guess, from her.”

“Yeah, I think I see what you’re saying,” she agreed. “But that’s her loss. Me, I plan on being devoted to you and proving it every day for the rest of my life.”

I kissed her in response and we quieted down for the night. The events of the day caught up to us and soon we were both asleep.

I awoke late in the morning the next day to find myself alone in bed. I got up and slipped on my robe as I heard voices from downstairs. I made my way to the kitchen where I wasn’t surprised to discover Marie there talking with Danielle.

“Good morning, Daddy,” my daughter said as she got up off the chair she’d been sitting on and made her way over to me. Her arms came around me and she planted a kiss on my lips that left no doubt to anyone present that we were no longer just father and daughter. She was wearing a tiny t-shirt and a pair of skimpy black undies that started causing a reaction under my robe.

“Easy girl,” I chided her. “No getting frisky in front of visitors.”

“It’s okay,” Danni assured me. “She knew the second she saw me. Just like you said she would. And she’s totally okay with it. Right Aunt Marie?”

“More or less, oui,” said Marie as she poured some coffee into two cups and offered me one. “I sensed a great joy coming from you two last night. I came over this morning to find a jubilant Danielle practically dancing around the kitchen. It wasn’t hard to guess what you two had done.”

“And a father taking his daughter as a lover? You’re okay with that?” I asked her.

“If you two are happy, I am happy,” she said with a shrug. “You are not the first case of inceste I have come across. We are a community with many secrets François, many strange circumstances. There are some of our camarades who cannot love normal people because of their powers, their past or, well, all sorts of reasons. Sometimes they come to me for advice and sometimes I just notice some changes in them. But you are not alone in finding a relationship that’s… different. I would be careful who you tell about it, but you’ll be surprised who will accept your love without judging.”

I stepped away from Danni and gave Marie a hug. “Thank you Marie,” I told her. “It means a lot to me that you accept how we feel.”

“You are welcome mon ami,” she said. “But don’t think you two are off the hook so easily. I haven’t lost a man to a younger woman in over forty years. I will think up some terrible revenge to unleash upon you. A week of terrible flatulence or maybe an infestation of termites. They don’t call me a witch for nothing, you know.”

We all laughed at Marie’s sick joke and that was all that was said about our new situation. We spent the next few hours moving Danni’s things into my room until an emergency came up and we had to join the rest of the Guardian Society in foiling the Mad Monarch’s latest scheme to conquer the planet. Danni and I would have many adventures side-by-side in the next few years, but we always ended them in each other’s loving arms.

But as much as we thought we’d be together forever, it turned out that fate would have other plans for us both…

THE END OF “THUNDERFIST’S TURMOIL”

BUT THUNDERFIST AND ANIMAX WILL RETURN IN “ANIMAX VERSUS THE NAUGHTY NYMPHO”.