Since I work from home, child care has never been an issue when Jeanie had to stay home from school. I enjoyed being able to be the primary bread-winner and primary caregiver to my daughter. It was nice to be home every day when she came home from school, to help her with her homework and make dinner with her. I needed a day off from work anyway, so Jeanie being home from school today was a welcome break for me.

I ascended the stairs to her bedroom, careful not to make too much noise. Opening her door, I peered inside before crossing her room and standing by her bed. She looked so innocent, so beautiful, so pure...so unaware of what the day would bring her.

My wife and I had discussed it. Before I married my wife, I sat her down and had a long talk with her, explaining that I was, indeed, a pedophile. Although not necessarily proud of it, it was nonetheless who I was and I needed my future wife to be aware of the facts before we made any long term commitments. She listened intently as I spoke, absorbing every word, and when I had finished my long story of my life, she kissed me. And that was the end of that.

For the sake of our marriage, I had managed to keep my desires under control. That is, until recently. About a week ago my wife and I had some friends over for dinner. While we ate and talked, Jeanie stayed in the living room, watching television. When I went to check on her, I saw that she was watching some cable channel featuring nudity and nothing else. After speaking to my wife about it, we figured that it was just a natural curiosity, nothing to be worried about. It was around that time that my wife suggested I have "the talk" with Jeanie about the birds and the bees. At first, I was speechless. I quickly reminded my wife of who I was. Up until now, I had tried my best to carry on a 'normal' life, but having a sex talk with my daughter would be too much for me to handle. My wife listened, as she always had, and then kissed me. With a wink and a smile, she said, "I know how much you love her. I know you would never hurt her. Teach her, please, she trusts you more than anyone." And with that, my wife left the room.

After I picked up my jaw from off of the floor, I tried to decode her message. I wasn't sure if my wife meant what I thought she meant. Was it true, or just my own desires finally coming out? I decided not to waste too much time trying to figure out the meaning behind my wife's words. She knew I would never hurt our Jeanie, and who better to teach our little 7 year old about sex than her own father?

So there I was, staring at my beautiful daughter lying in her oversized bed. Her long, deep mohogany colored hair cascading over her pillows. I noticed the big quilt outlining her small body, her little fingers that clutched her teddy bear even while she slept, her soft skin that reflected the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window, and her heart shaped tiny mouth.

Reaching forward, I touched Jeanies hair, bringing the strands off of her perfect little face and she stirred a bit in her sleep. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead before her big green eyes fluttered open and met mine.

"Mornin' daddy," Jeanie said, wiping the sleep from her eyes.....(cont)