It was near one o’clock in the morning, and Chris was still up. Temptation was at

hand for him, calling him his best friend in terms to do what he should do. How

could he ever just look at his daughter like this? He asked himself. It was naturally

disgusting in instinct for him, though another side of his own conscious kept having

a second opinion.Chris stared at the massive beauty of his daughter. Nearly

eighteen years ago, a single sperm from his- created what he beholds on today,

something beautiful that grew to the extent of existence both physical and natural

form. It was now driving him insane off the balance now. He had to go through with

it, it was like a disease and what he sees is the cure for all. Chris carefully tiptoed

down the pillow and walked aside his daughter’s sleeping body, the freshness scent

from her just made Chris tilted his body a bit. He then began climbing his way up

to those twin hills that he dubbed. He was heading up to her breasts. Lucky for him

though, the blanket was pushed down to her thighs, giving him a better purpose

Chris to feel her soft breasts through her p.j. shirt.He carefully caressed the left

breast, breathing in the massive form and then finally kissing it very tenderly.This

is so wrong…, he said to himself. What kind of monster am I for doing this? He just

kept moaning on and on as he then abruptly started to make love to his own

daughter. After about fifteen minutes or so he then went to the second breast and

did the same thing he did to the other. It’s been nearly twenty years since he ever

made love to someone. But to make out with his daughter, was violating every

common sense he once believed in. How could ever do this, especially to his own

daughter that he dearly loves? But then that was the point. He was more in love

with his daughter. He was more in love with her than he has ever been. But was the

clear reason to why, was because of his shrunken state as he viewed her as a

goddess to be checked out? There was no reason at all that he should be doing

this. His mind itself was becoming sicker than his body ever did. It was like his

body had some sort of mind controlling drug that was being used to control his

every move now, with his mind agreeing to do so.He felt sick to stomach at this

rate, for thinking of this. He decided to lie down next to Carrie’s stomach hoping

that maybe in the morning his sickness in his mind will clear up.