December 22nd 2011

Renesmee was lying in my arms, tossing and turning, she could not get comfortable tonight. Naturally wanting to help her relax I played her some soothing music and gave my daughter a back rub. I hated that she was uncomfortable and I worried that something may be wrong with her.

I relaxed the muscles in her shoulders and then moved onto the centre of her back and she began directing my movements. She would tell me what places to touch and how hard to work the muscles there.

I was glad to be helping ease my daughter's discomfort until my hands were making their way across her sides, under her instruction, and my fingertips accidentally brushed the sides of her breasts.

That feels nice. I heard her think and I instantly retracted my hands. How was it that I always managed to get myself into these situations? Why did you stop? My daughter asked, looking up to meet my eye.

I thought for a long moment before responding. "Because, I have told you before Renesmee, it is inappropriate for me to touch you like that." I told her finally.

She closed her eyes in frustration. But I want you too.

"Renesmee," I began, preparing to explain once again how it is wrong when she shook her head.

Don't do it like that then. She instructed me and lay her head down, baring her naked back to me. Just touch my back, that is not inappropriate, and I will try not to think about it feeling good. I was hesitant to touch her again but then she spoke again. Please Daddy, help me. Renesmee knew I could not deny her anything and so, reluctantly, I began to massage the muscles in her back once more.

My daughter did her best to keep her thoughts innocent but sometimes she would slip up and I would hear a small snippet of how she felt.

After a good ten minutes it was evident that her frustration was getting the better of her and she finally reached back to grab my hands and place them over her breasts.

We both froze.

She was just as surprised as I was as she had not thought about what she was doing.

I didn't know what to say, I couldn't have spoken if I tried, I couldn't even clear my throat, her breasts were so incredibly soft.

Please. She begged and I slowly began to move my hands. I wasn't thinking, I had to stop this, this is my daughter I am touching.

"Renesmee," I started once again trying to explain why I had to stop but no words would come.

Please don't stop. She begged me and my rational mind seemed to have abandoned me.

Without thinking I caressed her breasts, I pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger resulting in a silent moan from my little girl.

She rolled onto her side so that the mattress no longer impeded my movements and to prevent my arm from being torn off I also lay on my side. I could smell her arousal through her clothes and my right hand left her breast to travel down, across her stomach and into her pyjama pants. I heard her sharp intake of breath as my cold finger found her dripping centre.

I have to stop this. I told myself, over and over. She is my daughter. But try as I might I simply could not bring myself to stop, it had been a long time since I had touched a woman as I was now touching her.

My lips caressed her neck and my fingers explored her body, surprised at times by the heat they found there. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I could not stop myself. I love my daughter, and I do not want to taint her in such a way but I could not stop.

Once I had been able to fight my lustful desires, but I had not had a taste for it then. I have touched a woman in this way, I know what it is like to feel such pleasure, and now that I know what I am missing, it is impossibly hard to fight these urges.

Her body was stiff and my unnecessary breath was rapid, I was unable to hide my hardness pressing against her lower back. Daddy yes, please don't stop! Her thoughts begged me and her sense of urgency spurned me on. One of my fingers brushed against her entrance as the others focused on her clitoris.

One of her hands latched onto the sheets and the other onto my thigh, her body shook with pleasure and her head thrust back as she bucked her hips against my fingers, slowly riding out her orgasm.

Renesmee relaxed into my arms as I retracted my hands from where they were. I love you Daddy. She told me as she closed her eyes and happily fell asleep in my arms.

When I was certain she would not wake, I quickly slipped off to the bathroom, cursing my actions. I had just touched my daughter, my daughter. I approached the sink to wash her juices off my fingers but instead I stared at my fingers, slick with my daughter's arousal.

I could still smell her on my fingers and I brought my hand to my face to take a deep breath and inhale her heavy scent. Shamefully, I parted my lips and let my tongue dart out to taste her from my finger.

I knew what I had done was sick and wrong in so many ways, but I could not ignore how my body had reacted to her. I licked her juices from my finger's, pushing aside the thought that the source of that heavenly taste was in the next room.

As wrong as it was, I opened my pants and grasped my erection, pumping myself back and forth to thoughts of my Renesmee. It was over fairly soon and I cleaned up the evidence of what I had just done, I returned to the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, pulling her into my arms.

I held my content, sleeping child and saw the smile that graced her lips as I did so.

I am a horrible person.