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Acceptance

Christmastime. It was in the air. The remnants of Christmas songs unfinished lingered in my head as I walked downstairs in my robe and slippers against the chill. I secretly loved the late night descent to the kitchen for a drink top-off and snack when the christmas tree was up. Those twinkling lights in the dark did more for my Christmas spirit than any song, movie or gift. The refrigerator's light barely tarnished it and soon I was headed back upstairs with a glass of milk and a cookie when I heard that odd rustling near the tree I had heard before but didn't quite pick up on.

I walked over and started slightly when I saw her looking up at me with those big dark eyes. "Haley what are you doing? You scared the SHIT outta me!" She was on her knees beside the tree mixed in with the presents. I thought how beautiful she was but in a detached way, we have had our struggles. To put it bluntly she had been a bitch to me since I married her mother. Sure I was a motherfucker right back but I didn't start this shit. A little respect and things would have been different. I could tell my eyes had frosted over at these thoughts by the way her face changed from hopeful to worried. It was nice to see for once in a girl who had always been so fierce.

Her words were rushed, "you didn't have to be my dad." It wasn't the main tone, if you will, but there was an undercurrent of bitterness for sure. "You did it though. You tried. I know I was such a bitch to you. I-I'm sorry." It was hard coming out. It had always been hard getting apologies out of her. She meant it though. I was moved. "I want to say thank you and...and take my rightful punishment."

I didn't know what to make of that but I didn't have much time to puzzle at it before she let the Santa-style robe slip from her shoulders and reveal her brown skin naked underneath save for a fat red ribbon that circled her big breasts. Breasts nearly as big as her mothers, dusky and perky. Shock surged through me. The first thing I thought was that this was a setup. I would definitely not put it past her trying to break up my marriage. The first feeling was awe at her breathtaking eighteen year old body of epic proportion. Large breasts, dark eyes and hair, slim waist and long legs. Haley was a wet dream of a girl...woman. "What the hell are you doing??" I stepped back quickly even as she reached out. I stepped back again even though everything within me screamed for the opposite.

Haley dropped to all fours and followed me the two steps and a smirk formed on her mouth. "I mean it. Be my daddy. You've been doing the job already why not let me call you it and give you what you deserve. Me. I'm hotter than she is." Her eyes looked at the ceiling indicating the bedroom right above. My bedroom. "If I am your daughter then I am yours. Take me."

Holy fuck those words were impossible for me to argue against with the blood rushing from brain. The way that ribbon held her tits upward caused them to billow out as if they were a tide of sex appeal that could not be restrained. I hadn't even realized I stopped backpedalling when she got back to her knees and wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me. I was rock hard and she noticed immediately and that smile...oh that smile.

Then her hand was on it and fishing it out and I was not moving. Most of me anyway. It seemed to jump into her hand and soon it was against her face and my inner voice was screaming that this way lies divorce and scandal and the boogie man or something but I was not leaving. "Thank you...daddy." It was a rush of thrill that was indescribable in its massiveness but it was two-fold. There was the obvious sexiness of that word and then there was the acknowledgement of my hard work and attention in that same word and no one in this world was as moved by doing a father's work as I was.

Then she lowered her head along my shaft with her upper lift dragging along it and the tip of her tongue out and I shivered. I shivered and my hand was then on the top of her head as if that shiver was some other force putting my hand right where it belonged and her shy smile told me that she felt that same rightness. In for a penny, in for a pound. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and pulled her into my sack with the left and just before her face disappeared I saw that look of

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