This thread has brought out a lot of emotions and memories in me. I've never ever had the notion to do anything of the sort, but my family found ourselves in a situation a few years back that required a fair amount of counseling mostly for proactive reasons.

I married my wife 7 years ago and got a 12-year-old daughter in the process. I've never had children before, and have never aspired to be a father. But all of a sudden I was an instant parent to a beautiful and intelligent young woman.
She never had a real dad; he abandoned my wife as soon as he found out she was pregnant. I was a daddy-come-lately and she was anxious to finally have one.

In her second year in high school is where things began to go south, and I blame it entirely on peer pressure. Her friends were always over at the house, and with all due modesty I was perceived as a demi-star since my band is well known in the area. We learned later in counseling sessions that a number of her friends would say things like "if I slept under his roof I'd..." and stuff like that.

Nothing, and I mean nothing ever happened, but she confessed to her mother about having feelings for me. It was a huge case of out-of-control infatuation, and I was completely crushed because I could no longer love her like a father for fear of just aggravating the situation. We finally decided to go to counseling sooner rather than later and I am so grateful that we did. It took almost two-years to work through everything and we still take it one day at a time.

But she is now a gorgeous college freshman, oh, excuse me, college sophomore who hugs me like a Daddy and has a real boyfriend, whom I hate, by the way - not because I'm jealous but because he has the gall to actually think he's good enough for her.

My wife calls me a hero because B was so vulnerable and probably would have done anything I wanted. I keep telling her that there's no part of me that's a hero in this case. It's not that I didn't want to, it's that it was never a reality with me - she was my daughter whether I added to her DNA or not. I was not only proud of her many accomplishments but just proud to be in her company. I look at that time as when she was sick. She was weak and very fragile, and her friends, who were found out later not to be friends at all, only made things much worse.

I'm not superhuman; temptations never bothered me before because I usually gave in to them quite readily. There was never a temptation here.

OK, hot wife in the picture, so that colors the situation. But still, I've never considered incest to even be a fantasy. In my mind it's always a sickness. So, I guess the fact that I never fantasized in those areas before helped me to resist here.