You

“I’ll talk to her,” you volunteer. “She deserves to hear everything from me.”

Izzi tries to intervene. “John, she’s upset she thinks you’ve taken advantage of us.”

You see her point. “Still. I want Sara to know that she has nothing to fear from me.”

You knock on Sara’s door. You have very carefully left Sara and Izzi’s rooms alone for their return home. You want their visits to be as positive as possible. You have managed to really fuck that up. Lisa would be really upset with you, but with that cute way of frustration that she had. She would stamp her tiny foot and demand that you fix the situation with her child…

“Go away.” Sara’s voice is choked, she is clearly crying.

“Sara, I just want to talk. Please. If you want me to leave, I will, but if you’ll just talk to me, it’ll make me very happy.”

There is a long moment of silence. Then, in a very quiet voice, Sara says, “Okay,”

You enter the room. Sara is upright but curled in the middle of her bed. She raises her head and looks at you with hate in her bloodshot eyes. “What do you want, pervert?”

It hurts coming from her mouth, but you’ve thought a similar thing about yourself lately. “Listen, sweetie…”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare call me that.”

“Sara. Please listen. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just want you to know that I did not take advantage of your sisters. I didn’t **** anything on them. They came to me. Nevertheless, I take full responsibility…”

“You think I care about that?! You think that’s why I’m mad?”

You’re confused. “Umm… yes. That’s what I thought.”

Sara gestures at the door dismissively. “They’re adults. They can fuck who they want to.”

Now you’re beyond confused. “So… I’m sorry. Why are you so angry?”

The tears are falling fast now. “How could you forget about mom?”

You’re completely taken aback. That she feels like you have forgotten Lisa is like a stab wound. “Sweetie, no! I could never forget your mother. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. I still think about her every day. Every hour.”

“Then why…? How…?”

You dare to reach out and take her hand. She does not draw back. “Because I am no longer crippled by those memories, sweeting. Because I can remember the good times without wanting to cry. Because I can, finally, look forward and see, not life without her, but life influenced and seasoned by her presence. Your mother is now a beautiful part of my life, not a ghost haunting me.”

By this time you’re both crying. You pull Sara in for a hug, and she clings to you, sobbing softly. Tears are streaming down your cheek as you gently stroke Sara’s hair. “I will always love your mom, Sara. Just as I will always love you. No matter what.”

A muffled voice comes from your chest. “You mean it? You love me?”

Sara is very good at driving in burning needles into your heart. “Of course. There is literally nothing that will make me not love you.”

Sara looks up, shyly. Her red face and eyes completely mask the faint freckles that bridge her nose. “I… John, I have to make a confession. Do you promise you’ll still love me?”

“Of course, Sara. What’s wrong?”

Biting her lip, Sara looks away. “I… I’ve had a crush on you for a very long time now. My first reaction when Izzi told me what was going on was jealousy. I just… I was afraid you would think I’m a freak.”

You are completely taken aback, but you try to think. “Obviously, I’m in no position to judge, sweetie.”

Sara laughs lightly, the procession of tears slowly coming to a halt. “I guess you don’t.”

Her kiss is hesitant, slow, sweet, but only for a moment. She becomes more passionate, exploring your mouth with her tongue. Her one arm wraps around your neck, bringing you closer to her, while the other claws desperately at your shirt.

You freeze for a moment, then give in. You ease Sara’s shirt over her head and she does the same for you.

“John! I need you now!”

Sara and you both remove your remaining clothing, coming back together in a ****, frenzied joining. She frantically kisses you, running her fingers through your hair. You position her on the bed before sliding into her. Her gasp into your mouth is almost enough to send you over the edge, but you persevere with thoughts of sports and games.

Sara’s body bucks as her hips move in sync with yours. You pump into your daughter. The sensation of her lips on yours is pleasurable, and the sensation of her vagina enveloping your cock is as well, but your back is starting to ache. You pick the girl up and roll over so you are on your back. Her hips never stop moving as she grinds her sex into yours. She bends over you and you take the opportunity to kiss her neck. You find that her breasts are in your hands, and they feel soft.

Oh, yeah, you’re gunna cum.

Luckily, she is too. As she reaches the peak, you do too, and the two of you orgasm together.

Again, you hear a muffled voice from your chest. “I love you, too, John.”

Izzi and Mindy choose this moment to bust in. “Yay! We’re a family again!”

The girls flounce around in the bed. You notice with bemusement that you are all naked, but when the girls start whispering and giggling together, you fall asleep.