Carrying on the family name

[SugarDeSpice]

Cammie Tyler
20 years old
5 ft 8 in
120 lbs
long red hair
green eyes
long legs
36d

ooc-At the moment I'm only looking for the daddy
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Cammie Tyler walked inside the brand new two story colonial style home she and her father had just moved into. They had moved from Busy Atlanta, Georgia to the sleepy town of Fairhill in the northern U.S.

They had wanted a fresh start after a year and a half of mourning the loss of her mother, who had died of cancer.

Cammie was an only child, and her parents had had her young so she fully expected her father to find someone else rather quickly...but he hadn't.

Going up to her room to change, actually it wouldn't be her room for much longer, and thought about the last six months.

It had taken both her and her father a full year before they were able to sit down together and read the letter her mother had left behind for them.

What she had written was both shocking and unsurprising. Her mother had always felt bad she had never given her husband anymore children after Cammie's birth. So when she had said that she wanted him to move on and make lots of babies, it wasn't surprising to either of them. Howver when they got to part that said she wanted him to move on and make lots of babies with Cammie, it through them both for a loop.

After lots of talking and thinking things over they ended up in Fairhill, where no one knew them, knew they were really father and daughter.

Cammie pulled her long red hair up in a loose and somewhat seductive bun, then slipped on a green silk nightie that came down mid thigh. She placed a bit of lip gloss over her lips and made her way to her father's new study...

Tonight would be the night they would fulfill a dying woman's wish.

 

[Gothic Shujin]

Donald A. Tyler

39 years old
6' tall
Short black hair, w/ white highlights
Dark brown eyes
Athletic, but thin build
Deep, piercing voice.


Fairhill was a big difference for Donald Tyler, He hoped that his daughter wouldnt have as hard a time adjusting as he found himself. The boxes that had once filled their new house with the sense of impermanence was now gone...everything was neatly filled and placed and tucked away...and for once he had to admit to himself that this was home. Donald could recall the beauty of his wife's face... in nearly every thing he saw...

Especially Cammie's.

For a long time he knew of his wife's dissappointment at being unable to provide him with the large family he wanted...like the one Donald remembered fondly... the one he grew up in. But he did not expect her to suggest continuing the bloodline with his own daughter.

In this new town, he wouldnt have to worry about looking at the same faces he had known for so long. He wouldnt feel like he was living a lie... as if the cast of his life were looking at him with damning eyes. That would help him with the struggle that lived inside him. While Donald found his daughter extremely attractive...it was in the same way that one feels a pride for their child's book report...he had never thought of her...sexually.

Untill now.

Cammie and him had talked it over...and they had decided this was what they wanted...it was what Cammies mother wanted. What his wife wanted. And in this new town of Fairhill, her dying wish would come to fruition...

Donald was still holding a glass of wine, a small equalizer in case he found himself too tense...when Cammie entered the study, he had a glass all poured out for her. He turned to look at his seed... in her lovely green nightie...every bit her mother's daughter. She had arranged her hair just how he liked it...and it was every bit apparent how much she had matured in these few years.

"You look lovely, sweety....here...have a glass...."

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Cammie smiled at her father and took the glass even though she didn't particularly enjoy the taste of wine, she humored him, and helped herself relax.

"Thank you daddy" she replied.

Cammie wasnt' a virgin but she didn't know how to proceed in this situation and she began to fidget slightly.

 

[Gothic Shujin]

Mr. Tyler

His daughter delicately placed her glossed lips to the glass...and he found it much easier to think of her as a woman...than as his child.

Donald noticed her fidgeting, it started with the faint curl of a leg...as her two thighs came together tightly, as if trying to hide her warm sex.

He motioned for her to take a seat and brushed some lint off of his black jeans. Donald was wearing what he normally wore to the office...a neatly pressed white dress shirt, snug on his athletic frame and slacks with dress shoes.

He was a handsome man...young even though the father of a 20 year old daughter. Donald had always suspected Cammie's freinds of having crushes on him.

He finished his glass and placed it on the end table beside him and the couch. The study was small but very hospitable. A large asian rug laid out across the wooden floor and the walls were lined with homely rows of books and collectible shelves. A cealing fan cooled the air between them...wich was suddenly very warm.