I could not bear it any longer. I placed my manhood next to her womanhood. In that moment, we were not just father and daughter, but man and woman. I looked into my cute Miyako's eyes and silently apologized for the pain I was going to cause her. Her adoring eyes forgave me, and I made myself one with her. My Miyako screamed, but she held me tightly, not letting me leave her, keeping me one with her.
I slowly began to rock her back and forth. It brought back memories of when I would hold my Miyako as a child. She often cried as a baby, but when I would rock her she would become calm.