Some people call me a 'good' man. I don't know why. Some people call me a 'kind' man, and I guess that can be true. I've never stolen from anybody, or hurt anybody, or even been unjust towards those who have wronged me... so yeah, I guess you can call me a kind man. But am I a normal man? That, rests solely on what you 'yourself' deem to be 'normal'. Would 'I' consider myself to be a 'normal' man? Again, that is purely your own perception. I consider myself to be normal. But then again, what is normal for 'me' most people would find... well if you're reading this far in I guess you get the jest.

No... I do not consider myself to be a normal man. But I do consider myself a 'good' man, and no matter what you may think of me after reading this, pleases understand that what I do, and what I did, I did with the sole intention of being a good man. Even if being good, was only being good to myself.

My descent into abnormality began with one person, a person who, up until then, had been the most important person in my life. My little daughter... Sarah.

My little baby girl had grown so big, even at 12 years old I wondered what happened to the sweet little cupcake I used to cradle during nap time. No... my baby girl was all grown up, and soon I began to notice that my feelings towards my once innocent little angel began to change.

I'm not quite sure when it happened. Maybe... Maybe it was after Christmas? Or maybe it was after her graduation? All I knew, was that once my little rose began to blossom, I couldn't help but let my eyes a wandering and my thoughts to go a drifting.

It started off small. My 'clumsy' meandering into the bathroom while she was taking a piss. Or my innocent little 'cuddles' when we'd snuggle together on the couch. Sarah had always been 'daddy's girl' and didn't seem to mind when my hand would linger a little 'too long' on her ass. I was daddy after all, and daddy wouldn't hurt his little baby girl.

But things soon started to get out of hand.

I noticed she began wearing those cute little PJ's around the house, even though it was the middle of the afternoon. That soft, baby blue top and those cute little pants. When had her hair become so cute? Did I get her to cut it that way? Her mother had never worn her hair that way, but now that I nocited it, Sarah looked even more adorable when her hair was cut short.

It was getting ridiculous. I began to jerk off. Trying to get the tempting visions of my daughter out of my head, but no matter how hard I tried. I found I couldn't cum without the thought of my Sarah sucking my cock.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I couldn't take this. But neither could I leave my daughter to the mercy of the world. Even if I 'needed' to get some help. No, my Sarah needed me, and after all, I was, in the end, a good man.

But goodness... only takes you so far in life, and on the eve of my daughters thirtheeth birthday, that goodness finally broke.

Sarah came home from Grade school ecstatic and full of life. She had just aced her end of year exam, and soon would be moving on up to 7th grade. What the hell was going on? My little girl was growing up too fast!

I tried to act pleased for her, praising and applauding my baby girl and stating at how 'proud I was' of her. All the while racked by fear that soon my little dove would be free to fly the nest.

We celebrated with pizza, cherry coke and a movie, Sarah getting dressed in those damn PJ's again, before finally falling asleep next to me on the couch. Her head rested so sweetly against my chest, as my fingers softly ran through her soft, golden hair.

I felt my heart begin to pace as she breathed so gently against my pecks. My god... when had she become so beautiful?

"Sarah...? You awake baby girl?"

"Mmm...?" Sarah breathed. God, even asleep the damn girl was inticing. I felt my dick begin to throb as I softly began to grow more daring. My touch began to drift down across her back, lingered gently against her cute little ribs. She was so delicate, a sweet little rose bud. I willed myself not to touch any further, but felt my had drift to the forbidden mound of her tit.

I withdrew my hand at once! Reeling as if It'd been burned.

What the hell was wrong with me? This was my daughter...! My baby girl! My child! I couldn't do this to her. I couldn't...

But... but slowly, my hand came back to rest upon her spine, her back as I softly caressed her gently, soothingly. Hoping to ease myself into a state of relaxed acceptance. Then, I heard her moan with approval beneath my touch.

"Sarah...? You like that?"

"Mhm..." Sarah wriggled in her sleep, her head moving slowly down towards my now aching crotch.

Oh... my god!

Slowly, unable to resist, I worked my cock free of my pants, itself now almost fully erect as I began to slowly jerk off. My hand rested back at the side of her tit once more, only this time I willed myself to go further... Slowly, I placed my hand at the very tip of her unblossomed chest and felt my balls surge with delight.

"Oh, god..." She felt soooo good. I moaned as I felt her nipple ripen against my palm, my fingers drifting gently over the now hardening tip, which drew another sigh of approcal from my sweet, sweet child.

"You like that, baby girl?" I asked, jerking my cock off slowly as it loomed so close to my baby's face.

"Mmm..." Her mouth opened slowly, I could feel it, her breath caressing the tip of my now raging meat. My will was breaking, my heart racing as I tried to get myself off. I couldn't do this... I couldn't keep touching my daughter like this... But as my balls began to tighten and my dick grew harder, I couldn't resist any longer. I knew, being so close to my ultimate climax, that I'd never be able to get off like this.

Slowly, gently, so as not to wake up my sweet little angel, I worked her mouth fully open with the tips of my fingers, before placing the tip of my cock against her waiting lips.

I willed myself not to do this... I knew this was wrong. But the feel of her mouth was too inticing, the touch of her lips too tempting, the feel of her breathe caressing my dick to good to be ignored.

I issued a prayer for God to forgive me, as I slowly placed my hand against the of Sarah's head; and forced my baby to take my throbbing dick.