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... to a teasing and seductive tone. I said, “Erin, are you asking me what it sounds like you are asking me?” She said, “Come on Dad: don’t become a prude on me now. Think about it: you have seen every part of me in recent times; you sucked on every bit of my vagina—which was amazing, by the way—we’ve already had sex—twice—and because of a defective batch of condoms, I’m pregnant with your child. And unless I’m crazy, you enjoyed sex with me as much as I enjoyed it with you. Hell: you’ve been walking around with a ‘semi’ since you saw my tattoo! So I know you are thinking about me! Well, I’ve been thinking about you. No one else knows about what happened and it would stay between us. And it’s not like you can get me MORE pregnant!” She made some good points, but what she was suggesting made me nervous. I said, “That is all true. But what you are talking about is different than what happened between us at the party. When we had sex, we didn’t know we were having sex with each other. But now you are suggesting that we knowingly and willingly have sex and I think that would just make things awkward between us.” She responded by saying, “I’ve known it was you since the next morning and I don’t feel awkward around you. You have known the truth for two weeks and you haven’t been acting awkward; you still love me the same as you always have. I’m not suggesting we start dating, fall in love and try to pass ourselves off as husband and wife or something; it’s just sex—really good sex—but ...

... just sex.” I still wasn’t sure about what she was offering; the taboo of it was so overwhelming. Erin said, “I’ll tell you what, I want to show you something and if you are still resistant, then I’ll accept it and we’ll move on; I won’t bring it up again. OK?” I had no idea what she had in mind, but was nervous about what the ‘something’ could be. I reluctantly agreed to her proposal. She went to her room and was gone for a few minutes. When she came back into the living room, she was wearing her cat costume; heels, mask, no bra or panties—just like at the party. The memories flooded back stronger than ever and my cock betrayed me. Erin walked right up to me and I realized one reason why it never dawned on me that night that the cat girl could be my daughter: she was at least three or four inches taller with those heels on. Erin’s tits were less than an inch from my chest and she only had to turn her head up slightly to look at me. I could feel her body heat radiating on me. My boner was pushing my pants out in attempt to get at her and I was speechless. Erin spoke first: “Like I said; it’s just sex between a man and a woman.” She then looked down at my bulging pants and said, “I can see you want to, so stop over-thinking it and just let go. I reached up and put my hands on her shoulders. But then she took my hands and moved them, placing them on her breasts and held them there. I could feel her nipples pressing into my palms and her breasts felt magnificent. I asked her if ...