I was in junior high school when I became a father, but I wasn't allowed to be a father. My girlfriends' parents had the baby given up for adoption and they moved out of town.

When I was 18 I began trying to track my baby down. I learned I had a daughter, but I also learned that the "agency" that "adopted" my daughter had been illegal and there was no legal adoption record anywhere. It took me another eight years to find her.

I watched my little girl from a distance, like a demented stalker. I noticed that her "adoptive parents" were hardly ever at home and she fixed most of her own meals, and that they hardly spoke to her when she was home. It was a nice house, I figure they just wanted a child to be a fashion accessory. She never went to a friend's house and no one came to visit her.

After a couple of weeks I noticed her cutting herself. I soon realized this was a regular thing in her life. She would go somewhere private and run sharp objects along her arms or legs as she bled, and would put iodine on her self-inflicted injuries. In case you don't know, iodine directly on a cut HURTS.

It was more than I could take, and one day when she was home alone, I rang the doorbell and introduced myself as her biological father. I showed her the documents and the pictures of her biological mother. She knew she was adopted, and she had been told every day she should be grateful. When we both looked in the mirror and saw how similar our faces were, she broke into tears. We spent some more time together and I left before her "adoptive parents" got home.

We visited a couple of more times, then I deliberately showed up when she was beginning her self-cutting ritual. She looked ashamed of herself as she was sitting there, her arm bleeding from long cuts with a razor blade in her other hand. I don't know why I did it, but I got on my knees and sucked at the cut. When she was all cleaned up I wrapped up her arm and told her I loved her. She hugged me back and we had a pleasant visit.

The next time I visited she cut herself while I watched, this time on her thigh, and I did the same thing. She petted my head as I did it and said that if she could do the same thing to me she'd suck me off. I got harder than ever in my life and let her suck a cut on my arm. Then I let her suck my dick and she was good at it. She told me her "adoptive father" used to make her suck his friends when she was little. I almost took her with me.

She sent me an e-mail after that, begging me to kidnap her and describing in lewd detail the perverse sex acts we could perform together. She had a thing for tie-up games and spanking, I noticed, along with a lot of blood-sucking. It broke my heart that a girl so young was thinking of such things and was so lonely and unhappy she considered it something to try for. And she was my daughter. I wasn't thinking clearly and the next visit I made her pack up and took her home with me. When I got her home I stripped her and tied her up and spanked her and popped her cherry, then untied her and let her beat me with the belt. She hurt me and worked out a lot of her anger on me.

The name her "adoptive parents" gave her was not her original name, so I used her original birth certificate to enroll her in a new school. I figured we were safe, as I had authentic documentation, we were really biologically related, and there was no legal adoption paperwork anywhere. We settled down to a new life. A couple of times a week we have our Special Nights, with blood sharing and sexual games (sometimes I'm in charge, sometimes she is). It's been over a year now and there hasn't even been a police report. I guess her "adoptive parents" don't want anyone to investigate them. My little girl is much happier and doing better in school and hangs out with friends now. And she only cuts herself during our games.