Subject:     Reconciliation 
Story Codes: MFM F-solo oral incest father daughter
Diary Date:  March 13, 2010
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Until a month ago I would have contended that I finally had my life 
pretty much in order.  A lot changed for me in a short time.  The 
question for me was, what do I do now?  For once I didn’t make a snap 
decision but then my procrastinating was brought to an abrupt end and I 
had to make up my mind – would I have sex again with my dad?

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Post-Revelation Debate
   Chapter 2 – In a Quandary
   Chapter 3 – Reconciling With My Dad
   Chapter 4 – Going Forward


Chapter 1 – Post-Revelation Debate
==================================

Recently I posted an entry in my Diary entitled “Revelations” (See 
February 14, 2010) where I revealed the truth about my mother’s “death”, 
that my parents had actually divorced and soon afterwards my mom had 
moved out west to be near her long-time friend.  Since I haven’t heard 
from her since, so far as I was concerned it was the equivalent of her 
dying so I never felt all that guilty about my little fib.  If anything, 
it helped in that I didn't have to answer a lot of questions about a 
subject I really didn't want to talk about.

So why did I dredge all this up when essentially everyone had “bought” my 
story about the fatal car wreck?  Well, the recent events in my life 
would have been almost impossible to have described or be understood 
unless the truth about my parent’s divorce was known.  I guess I could 
have just ignore these events in my diary but that would have made the 
whole thing a total farce in that I would have to lie about so many 
things in the future that I may as well start writing nothing but fantasy 
stories.  So I chose to fess up and thankfully, most of my readers have 
been understanding and supporting.  

To recap just a little (read “Revelations” for all the gory details), my 
mom’s younger sister Linda moved in with my dad a while back.  At first I 
wasn't too sure how I felt about them living together full-time but since 
it allowed me to move out of my apartment and live with my cousin rent-
free, there were advantages.  Besides, it wasn't like anything changed 
between them.  She had been all but living there anyway in recent months.  
Even while I was growing up she and my cousin spent most of their time at 
our house.  It wasn’t until I was sixteen and entered into incest with my 
parents that my mom told me the truth as to why her sister was at our 
house.  It was then I found out what REALLY went on when she and my dad 
went to his study – and it wasn't to talk about taxes and real estate 
issues.

Needless to say, since my aunt started living with him it seemed my 
father’s “needs” were satisfied most of the time since he wasn’t asking 
me nearly as much for “help” in that area.  He and my Aunt Linda had 
always had a lot of sex together ever since high school so it wasn't 
anything new.  I always assumed my mom seemed OK with it since she was 
the one he married.  If was OK all those years, then so who was I to say 
anything now about it, especially since my parents were now divorced over 
financial and personal problems (or so I had been told).

Then came that stressful day last month ago where my dad finally told me 
why he and my mom REALLY had divorced.  They’d always been a little vague 
about it with me and I’d had a hard time accepting it.  So far as I had 
been concerned, they had always been the perfect couple with a perfect 
marriage.  Sure I knew they argues about things at times but what couple 
doesn’t?  It just goes to show how kids don't always know what goes on 
between their parents – even when that “kid” is in her twenties.

Given my naïve view of my parent’s relationship, you can imagine my shock 
when I learned that one of the major reasons my mom had left was because 
of my dad’s unbridled lust for her sister.  She had tried to accept that 
my dad enjoyed sex with her sister more than her – and apparently always 
had.  My aunt was always the “wild one” of the two sisters so what guy 
wouldn’t love to fuck her?

Fortunately for my mom, he didn't choose who to marry solely on the basis 
of who was the better fuck.  What I did NOT know until now was that one 
of the conditions of his marrying my mom was that he could continue 
fucking her sister any time he wanted.  I had always assumed that since 
she was her sister and that made it incest, not adultery, that my mom was 
OK with it.  Well, I also assumed she was OK with incest in general so it 
just shows how little I really understood my mother.

All that was hard enough to accept but it wasn’t my only “revelation” 
that day.  Of course I knew that my mom lost her virginity to her dad and 
that she had an ongoing incestual relationship with him even after 
marriage.  While she had mentioned off-hand that the first time wasn't 
exactly consensual, I had always thought that afterwards it was something 
she wanted as much as her dad.  My mom never even hinted that it was ever 
anything else.

My grandmother had never had sex with my mom nor did she ever even watch 
or participate in any way when my grandfather would have sex with her 
daughters.  Not everyone has the same thoughts about incest so I figured 
she just wasn’t into that sort of thing.  At the same time, she couldn't 
have been THAT much against it as she let her husband do whatever he 
needed to do with her daughters, never once stopped him so far as I knew.  
Now that I know how she really felt, I can’t imagine how it must have 
been for her to see her husband go to her daughters’ bedroom and knowing 
what was going on behind the closed door.

Another misconception I had was that I always thought my mom had held my 
dad back from me until I realized what I wanted from him because she 
wanted me to avoid her “first time” experience with her dad and make it 
something more special – which it was!  How could I have known that she 
was really hoping I never would feel those urges, even though she went 
along with him in doing as much as possible to lead me to the point where 
I would?

Wow!  Talk about shaking the very foundations of your most closely-held 
beliefs.  It was hard for me to believe at first that my mom never fully 
consented to her father having sex with her.  Because she couldn't say no 
to him she learned to love with it and make the best of it, never 
complaining or even hinting to me about her true feelings.  Again, the 
REAL reason she held my dad back was the hope that maybe I never would 
make that first move and thus I would never have sex with my dad.

Someone might wonder why she put up with everything.  Well, my mother DID 
love my dad very much and was willing to overlook most anything because 
of her unconditional love.  She knew my father was a sex addict with 
pedophilic tendencies yet she never told me.  She knew that she could 
never tell him that he absolutely could NOT have sex with me so they 
reached a compromise to where it would be left up to me, as if I really 
had a say in it under the conditions I was raised.  Looking back at their 
encouragement to openly masturbate, the suggestions that I sex in my 
bedroom house with my boyfriends (while my dad peeked in), the 
encouragement to be a slut... all of it was really laying the groundwork 
for what my dad ultimately wanted - me.

One thing my mom always insisted on was that I not see them have sex.  I 
guess with me masturbating in front of my dad and letting my boyfriends 
do me at home that she felt she had to draw the line somewhere.  Still, 
when I had turned sixteen and after two years of being sexually active 
had still not even hinted at any interest in sex with him, he got 
frustrated and pushed my mom to finally have sex in front of me.

At the time I thought I was spying on them in the hot tub but they knew I 
was watching from my bedroom window.  As my dad had hoped, seeing my 
parents making love, was the final push I needed to feel a desire in me 
to be with them in that same loving relationship.  Now I wonder what my 
father’s reaction would have been had I failed to finally “come to my 
senses”.

Looking back, it’s almost impossible for me to believe all this yet how 
could I refute the evidence?  Why else would my mother have divorced my 
father?  There was my Aunt Linda, living now with my dad with the two of 
them going at it like two horny teenagers.  Why else would my mother have 
left and never contacted me again since then?

As if all that wasn't enough, the final straw was laid on my back when my 
father told me why he REALLY enjoyed fucking me.  For the first time my 
dad confessed to me what at times I had suspected but then never could 
bring myself to believe.  He admitted to being addicted to sex.  He told 
me that he had always dealt with these incontrollable urges to have sex 
with younger girls, even when he was in high school (helping explain why 
he was doing my Aunt Linda while she was just in 8th grade).  He didn’t 
use the word “pedophile” but I knew then that he was.  The evidence was 
all there had I ever wanted to admit it.  Like, he wanted me to suck his 
dick back when I was just eight years old!  Well, THAT was one of the few 
times my mother took a hard line with him and stopped me from doing it 
(although at the time I didn’t know that he wanted it, he was just 
pulling my head towards him).  It wasn't because I was his daughter, it 
was because I was an eight year-old girl and he craved the experience.

When I gave my virginity to my boyfriend when I was fourteen, my dad was 
devastated; not just because he didn't get to take his daughter’s 
virginity but because he wanted to experience fucking a fourteen year-old 
girl for her first time.  When I finally gave myself to him, sure he 
loved me as his daughter, but what he loved more was fucking a teenage 
girl anytime he wanted.  Little did I know a couple of years later when I 
helped him to take my cousin Tammy’s virginity that I wasn't making up 
for my “failure” to give myself to him at her age, but I was actually 
feeding his overwhelming pedophilic desires and fantasies.  

As if all THAT wasn’t enough, he told me that he and my aunt were getting 
involved with other couples, including those with kids.  He wouldn't tell 
me their ages but from his mannerisms I knew they weren’t my age, not by 
a long shot.  In fact, he even went so far as to imply that I was getting 
too old to satisfy his lust for young girls.  He never mentioned anything 
about not wanting to fuck me, only that he needed younger girls than me 
to silence the urges he could no control.  It was that loss of control 
which pushed my mom over the edge and made her divorce him.  Fantasies 
were one thing but when he couldn't keep them as fantasies, she couldn’t 
enable him anymore.

All this occurred a month ago and since then my dad and haven’t spoken, 
let alone had sex.  In fact, it’s been the longest I’ve ever gone without 
giving myself to him since that first time when I was sixteen (not 
counting being away for school).  He didn't even try contacting me, 
obviously realizing I had a lot to think about, which I appreciated.  My 
Aunt Linda and I had a number of discussions where she tried to explain 
more about my dad to me, but it was essentially the same story.  Of 
course she wanted to rationalize everything – she was the e one getting 
what she’d always wanted – my dad.

Just to show how confused and hurt I was, it was almost two weeks before 
I even had sex again with my boyfriend - something like a new record for 
me in terms of going without sex since I was fourteen (not counting my 
college days when other restrictions applied).  All I can say is if THAT 
doesn't tell you how crazy I’d been feeling then nothing can!


Chapter 2 – In a Quandary
=========================

Everyone has their character flaws and I readily admit to having plenty 
of my own.  One such flaw is my tendency to put off decisions.  The 
bigger the decision, the more I procrastinate.  In this case, it had been 
a month since I left my dad behind and still I had not decided what to 
do.  Since I posted that diary entry, I’ve had plenty of advice but it 
ranged from people telling me to go running back to my dad and submitting 
to him no matter what, to those labeling him a pervert and telling me 
that I was abused as a child and was only now realizing it.

In the end, I was starting to make up my mind and of course it was 
somewhere in the middle.  Once the initial shock wore off and I was able 
to even think about things without getting TOO emotional, I realized that 
I loved my dad just as much as I ever did and that if anything, he needed 
my love , understanding and forgiveness all the more.

Then again, did my dad really need my forgiveness?  I guess that depends 
on what I would be forgiving him for.  To say I should forgive him for 
desiring me as a child and doing everything he could to have sex with me 
as young as possible would be accusing him of using me, even “grooming” 
me as more than one reader suggested.  I couldn't go along with that as 
in the end, it was MY decision and no matter how he may have tried to 
influence the decision, it wasn’t like I was some ten year-old girl who 
didn't understand what I was doing.  heck, I’d been having sex regularly 
for over two years by the time I was with my dad so I knew exactly what I 
was doing when I asked my dad to fuck me that first time..

If there was one thing that I DID feel that my dad had done wrong, it was 
to lie to me.  Had he told me about his obsessions, his cravings, his 
sometimes overwhelming urges, would it have really made that much 
difference?  I eventually submitted to him without even knowing these 
things.  Would I have not been all the more confident that it was the 
right thing to do had I known how much it would have helped my dad in 
ways I never understood before?  He didn't have to lie to me.  In fact, 
if I was to be upset with anyone it would have to be my mother for 
forcing us into an unnatural situation rather than allowing the natural 
course of Nature to proceed?

Still, I had not totally made up my mind as to what I should do when I 
was woken up on a Saturday morning by my cell phone chiming away next to 
my bed.  Damn!  Who in the world was calling me at the ungodly hour of 
8:00 in the morning on a Saturday?  It was tempting to just turn it off 
and ignore it when my eyes focused and I saw the caller ID said it was my 
dad calling.  Even then I almost hung it up but then it was the first 
time he’d tried to call me since that fateful day when I’d walked out 
with my back turned to him.

“Kelly?”

Well duh, like who else would be answering my phone?  My mouth still felt 
all fuzzy after just waking up so I mumbled some sort of hello and waited 
to see what he wanted.

“Kelly... I need you.”

Now I don't know what you would think if your dad called you and said 
those words.  Needed a ride to the store?  Needed some help shopping?  
Needed some laundry done?  I suppose your reaction would be based on past 
history, just as mine was.  When my dad uttered those words I knew 
without any doubt exactly what he needed... sex.  More specifically, he 
needed sex with me.

There was a time not long ago that those words would make me feel tingly 
all over, especially that special place between my legs.  My hand would 
already be heading to my crotch as I KNEW what those words meant.  Today 
however, my reaction was different.  Instead of being aroused I suddenly 
felt a deep sense of apprehensive, even a little bit wary.  After not 
hearing a word from him for weeks, to suddenly have him call me early in 
the morning and without any explanation utter those words, words that we 
both knew meant.  So what the heck was going on?

My silence probably told him more than anything I could’ve said.  I could 
actually hear him sigh on the phone and I didn't know if it was from 
frustration or anger with me – or maybe a combination of the two.  
Whatever the case, he tried again...

“Kelly... I’m so sorry things have been the way they have been lately.  I 
miss you so badly... I REALLY need you baby.  NOW!”

“OK daddy,” I mumbled and then hung up.

I wondered if he realized that I hadn’t agreed to actually DO anything.  
In fact, I wasn't even sure myself what I was saying “OK:” to, if 
anything.  Was I just acknowledging what he had said or had I agreed to 
do something about his “need”... or something in between?

Setting the phone down on the nightstand, I tossed off my comforter and 
felt the cool morning air against my warm nude body.  Any other Saturday 
morning I wouldn't be just laying here on my back.  It was a rare morning 
ANY day that I didn't masturbate at least a little bit before getting out 
of bed, even if it was just semi-conscious diddling.  Often it took a 
trip to the bathroom to satisfy Mother Nature before I got serious, but 
in the end it was like a ritual of mine to masturbate before I did 
anything else in the morning.  However, this morning I just laid there 
with my eyes closed and my hands to my side, lost in thought as I 
contemplated what had just happened.

There was no doubt what my dad wanted.  Wow... how many times over the 
years had I heard those three simple words, “I need you”?  It had always 
been a source of pride for me that never in the past nine years had I 
ever once said no to him when he asked.  It didn't matter what I was late 
for, how I felt, or who I as dating.  When my dad needed me, it was my 
duty and responsibility as his loving daughter to take care of those 
needs as best I could.  Of course I usually enjoyed it myself – like who 
doesn’t enjoy being fucked or sucking a dick?  Even those few times when 
it was inconvenient or I just wasn't in the mood, seeing the expression 
on my dad’s face, the look in his eyes, the hardness of his dick, and 
then the sensation of him filling my pussy with his incestuous cum more 
than mad it worthwhile.  

Now, for the first time in my life, I found myself questioning whether or 
not I would respond to my father’s call.  Should I toss all my concerns 
and questions to the side and simply be the good daughter, pleasing my 
father as only I could?

Yes, in my heart I knew no matter what he might say or even think 
himself, that fucking me was different than fucking any other girl.  I 
had something nobody else in the world did – his genes.  I had a title 
that no other girl in the world could claim – I was his daughter.  No 
matter how young she may be, how inexperienced and naïve, no matter how 
cute or appealing, no other girl could give him what I could – his 
daughter’s pussy.

In the end, there really was no debate, despite how I might try to 
pretend there was.  I’d known all along in my heart what the ultimate 
“solution” would be to my so-called dilemma.  It was just a case where I 
had to admit it to myself, to realize how deeply ingrained certain 
feelings and beliefs were in my psyche.  You just don't throw away a 
lifetime of teaching, learning and observation in one day.  You can’t 
debate yourself out of your duties and responsibilities, no matter how 
much you try to rationalize it.

Indeed, like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, the answer had been right in 
front of me all the time.  All I had to do was to realize and understand 
what it was on my own.  Yes, there really was only one thing I COULD do 
without throwing away everything that made me who I am.  To do anything 
else would be abandoning everything I believed in, everything I held 
sacred.

Ultimately I was my father’s daughter and I loved him unconditionally.  
My father needed me now so of course there was only one proper 
response... to submit myself to him and satisfy his needs.  How could it 
be any other way?


Chapter 3 – Reconciling With My Dad
===================================

Once my decision was made it was like suddenly I felt a tremendous load 
lift from me that I hadn’t quite realized was there but which had been 
weighing me down for weeks.  The sense of certainty and relief that I 
felt made me all the more assured that this was indeed the right thing to 
do.  In a way I was almost angry with myself for having put myself 
through all this pain and anguish the past few weeks when the answer was 
right there in front of my face all the time.  How much better it would 
have been for everyone had I simply opened my eyes and accepted what I 
knew in my heart was the ONLY legitimate option I had.

My dad had sounded so forlorn and sad on the phone that I didn’t want to 
delay any more than necessary.  Still, there were a few things I needed 
to do before I just hopped in my car and drove over.  First things 
first... my bladder was about to burst and once I’d taken care of THAT I 
brushed my teeth and rinsed with a mint mouth wash.  I was in a rush but 
a shower was in order, not to mention a quick touchup with the my razor.  
Depending on my dad’s mood sometimes he licked to lick me and other times 
he just went straight to business but just in case I wanted to be ready 
for him.  My hair wasn't all that great after I dried it but then I 
suspected it wasn't worth spending a lot of time on anyway.  The same 
with my makeup – I put enough on to look presentable but not like I was 
going out on the town.  

Now I needed to decide what to wear... of course it wouldn't be on me 
long but still, first impressions always are important, no matter who you 
were meeting or for what reason.  A simple pair of jeans and a blouse 
would have been OK I’m sure with my dad but not for me.  Since the 
weather was FINALLY warming up, I decided what better excuse to break out 
a pair of short shorts so I rummaged through my dresser and found one of 
my more indecent pairs – a pair of denim cutoffs with ragged torn edges 
that was cut up to the pockets in back and all the way up the legs to the 
crotch.  I only wore them at home or in private as I doubt most places 
would allow me to wear them seeing as they showed off half my ass and 
pulled up into my pussy when I sat down.

Along with the shorts I grabbed a blouse, leaving it unbuttoned and tying 
up the tails tight under my bust which revealed my cleavage and most of 
my boobs.  I was torn when it came to my shoes, reaching first for a pair 
of sneakers to give me that “girl-next-door” look but in the end I 
settled on a pair of slutty high heels.

A dash of perfume in all the right places and I was ready to go.  On my 
way down the hall I passed Kristi’s bedroom where she was still passed 
out from the night before.  Surprisingly she was alone as I could have 
sworn I’d heard someone with her but maybe he’d left already or didn't 
stay once he got what he wanted.  Odds were on the second option if I 
knew the type of guy Kristi typically brought home.  I didn't wake her 
and just went quietly down the stairs to get a jacket.  It was suppose to 
be really warm today but this early it was still nippy and it wasn't like 
I was dressed all that warm!

My jacket only came down to my waist which meant it did nothing to hide 
anything lower.  As I walked to my car I noticed our neighbor was out 
getting his newspaper.  I really didn't know him all that well, having 
only seen him as we would pass going to and from our respective homes.  
Pour neighbors were an older couple and didn't seem to have much of a 
social life based on the dearth of visitors.  He may have been old but he 
still seemed to appreciate my outfit as I caught him staring at my ass.  
Smiling at him, I waved and he returned the same.  It was then that I 
realized that he’d never seen me in anything but winter clothing so it 
was the first time he’d gotten a good view of my bare legs and ass.  
Living next to Kristi and her mom, I was pretty sure that he must have 
gotten more than a man’s fair share of such “views” – and more, but I was 
the new girl so I wondered what he thought about me.  It might have been 
fun to hang around and talk to him a while, maybe tease him a little 
while I was at it, but I had more important things to do.  Hmmmmmm, I was 
going to have to ask Kristi some time about him.

It only took a few minutes to get to my dad’s house.  I parked at the 
bottom of the driveway and entered the code into the outside opener to 
raise the garage door.  My dad’s SUV and my aunt’s car were there so I 
knew both of them were home.  That sort of raised my eyebrows a bit.  Was 
Aunt Linda aware of his phone call to me?  If so, was she expecting me to 
be coming over this fast?  Well, for that matter, did my dad even know 
for sure that I was?  

Entering the basement from the garage, it was pretty dim so I turned on 
the lights to make my way through the laundry and family room to get to 
the stairs leading to the kitchen upstairs.  There was no sign of life 
yet but then I really wouldn't have expected any in the family room at 
this time of day.

Entering the kitchen though, I was prepared to see SOMEBODY fixing 
breakfast or just having coffee while reading the paper but it too was 
quiet and look undisturbed.  Well, I KNEW my dad had been awake earlier 
but maybe he had gone back to bed, thinking I wasn't going to be coming 
over until later, if at all.

Draping my coat over one of the kitchen chairs, I looked around in the 
morning light and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed with memories and 
emotions.  After all, this was the home I’d lived in all my life until I 
went off to college.  All the things I’d done here, all the trial and 
tribulations, all the successes and excitement... Looking out the back 
door of the kitchen, I saw the cover was on the hot tub and I recalled 
how many incredible experiences I’d had on that deck and in the hot tub.  
God, how many guys had fucked me in that tub?  My dad alone had done me 
more times than I could remember – it had always been one of his favorite 
places to be with me.

My heart almost burst then as I remembered my mom.  Seeing her and my dad 
making love in the hot tub for the first time was something I would never 
forget – nor the feelings and desires that had arisen in me as a result, 
and the events that eventually came about because of it.  I remembered 
her watching down from my bedroom window when my dad first fucked my best 
friend Beth only now I knew her TRUE feelings as she watched her husband 
commit adultery with a teenage girl.

I stood there like that for a few more minutes, awash in memories and 
emotions.  Only now, those memories were different, the emotions not the 
same.  It was like I was looking at them through a different lens, seeing 
them in a totally different way.  Now I was seeing them more as my mom 
must have seen them and I began to understand more why she was doing what 
she was doing right now.  I could only imagine how SHE remembered these 
times.

For just a moment I caught myself questioning what I was about to do.  
Here I was, standing in my kitchen dressed like a slut, just as I had so 
many times while growing up and waiting for my date to pick me up or to 
go to school.  Back when I was about to go out on a date, my dad would 
sometimes sit in the kitchen and feel me up under my short skirt or grab 
my boobs through a tight revealing top, teasing me about what I would 
soon be doing with the guy I was going out with.  Then later he would be 
there when I came home, waiting to hear all about what actually DID 
happen.  Only now I knew more WHY he did those things and it changed the 
entire picture for me.  Still, it wasn’t anything BAD, just different.

Taking a deep breath, I left the kitchen and walked to the front of the 
house towards the stairs leading to the second floor where all the 
bedrooms were.  As I slowly walked up, trying to keep my balance in the 
ridiculous heels I was wearing, I grinned as the same creaks and groans 
gave away my actions, just as they did when I would try to sneak home 
after a late date.  Actually, there was a secret path up them to avoid 
most of the louder ones, but in these shoes it was enough just to walk up 
the stair, let alone try to contort myself like a Twister game to be 
quiet.

As it turned out, it didn't matter anyway as when I got to the top of the 
stairs and looked in my dad’s bedroom I saw he wasn't there.  My Aunt 
Linda was laying there on her side facing away from me, the sheets 
covering her mostly but her bare shoulders and back were visible.  She 
seemed sound asleep and I could even make a little bit of a snore.  Well, 
she WAS 41 so I guess that comes with age.  Heck, even her daughter at 
just over half her age snored!

So where was my dad?  Steeping to the side, I peeked into my old bedroom 
and there he was, laying on top of my bed was my dad, waiting for me.  He 
was laying on his side, holding himself up on his elbow while his free 
hand slowly stroked his already erect cock.  Obviously he was ready for 
me!

“I knew you’d come,” he said in a low voice, “I knew you could never say 
no to me.”

Now THAT could be taken a number of ways.  Was he just expressing his 
confidence in me that I would WANT to come to him whenever he asked?  On 
the other hand, was he confident in his authority as my father that I 
would submit to his request regardless of anything else?  There was 
something in his tone, something almost arrogant, that told me it as more 
the latter.  At the same time, so what if it was?  If that was the case 
then he would be right so what was wrong with it other than the fact he 
seemed quite pleased with himself.

“I’m glad to see you dressed for me... you’ll always be your daddy’s 
little slut, won’t you?”

“Yes daddy... I always will.”

His dick was hard as a rock and I knew he wanted me badly.  I wasn't sure 
what he wanted most right now, for me to just start sucking him, to 
strip, or what.  Well, he was never shy about telling me what he wanted 
and this morning was no different.

“Get over here now and suck my dick,” he said in a soft yet firm voice.  
It clearly wasn't a request, it was a demand.  Did it really matter?

Kneeling on the oval rag rug by the side of my bed, I reached for his 
dick as he scooted over to the side.  My dad pushed my hands away.  “Just 
your mouth... No hands... I only want you to use your mouth.”

He was right on the edge so his cock was actually out over the floor.  As 
hard as he was, it stuck straight out so it was easy to open my mouth and 
take him inside without holding it like I would have had he not been so 
erect.  He thrust his hips forward, pushing it all the way in as he held 
my head to keep me from pulling back – as if I would want to.  

“Look at me Kelly... look at me when you suck my dick.”

I turned my head as best I could with a mouthful of his cock and our eyes 
met.  He smiled at me and I could see his eyes glance to where his cock 
was sliding in and out of my mouth.  Actually he was the one doing the 
all the motion as I just held my head still and allowed him to 
essentially fuck my mouth slowly... ever so slowly.  It felt so hard yet 
soft at the same time as the smooth skin of his dick slid over my 
moistened lips.  I could smell him, smell his musky crotch odor as he 
would push himself in deep enough to where his thick black pubic hair 
would press against my cheeks and chin.  It was the odor of a man – a 
horny man, and I loved the scent of him.

“Yes baby, that’s it... I’ve always LOVED watching you suck my dick... 
you know that, don’t you?  You know just what your daddy wants.”

All I could do was smile as best I could in response.  Of COURSE he liked 
to watch me such his dick, didn't all men?  Honestly, I can’t recall a 
single guy that did NOT want his dick sucked and every one of them would 
get off seeing me doing it.  Sure there were those times when they were 
so horny they just wanted to fuck me, but I would say there’s not a man 
in the world that would say no to a blowjob – gay or straight.  Sure 
there may be men who won’t accept a blowjob because of their morals or 
other beliefs, but that doesn't mean they don't secretly WANT one, no 
matter what they say.

What I’ve also learned over the years is that it isn’t just the blowjob 
that gets guys off.  No, my dad had just expressed it perfectly... they 
like to WATCH a girl giving them one.  If my hair was hanging down, that 
didn't make any difference so far as what I was doing, but they always 
brush it out of the way so they can watch.  My dad wanted my hands off of 
him as I sucked him and I knew it wasn't because he didn't like me to 
stroke his dick, but that WATCHING me suck his shaft was more erotic to 
him than seeing me hide it with my hand as I sucked him.  I guess it all 
just goes to prove what I’ve always contended – that sex is 80% mental 
and only 20% physical.  Well, maybe for a guy the ratios are a little 
closer but you get the point.

At first I used my hands to balance myself as I kneeled but then I put 
them to better use – caressing my boobs through my blouse as I bobbed on 
my dad’s dick.  Damn my nipples were already aroused to the point of 
being so hard it almost made me jump up when I first touched them.  It 
would have been easier to have untied the bottom of the blouse and let 
them be free but I had a feeling my dad would enjoy doing that for 
himself later so I resisted the temptation.

Without any warning my dad released his hold on my head and turned back 
on his side, positioning himself in the middle of my old bed.  His 
glistening dick curved up and over his stomach, pointing at him like some 
fleshy snake that had arisen from his hairy crotch.  He motioned for me 
to stand up and so I stood there as his eyes traveled over me from head 
to toe, pausing at a few strategic places along the way.

“Damn, you’ve grown up so much, haven’t you?  You’re not my little girl 
anymore... you’re a woman now.  A beautiful, sexy woman.”

“Aw daddy, I'll always be your little girl.”

It was an exchange that had gone between us countless times as I grew up 
only this time it carried a new significance to me.  In the past I’d 
taken it as a compliment, that I was maturing into a woman and he 
appreciated it.  Now, however, I heard something different.  Sure he 
still appreciated what I’d become, but was there also a hint of sadness 
in his voice.  Was it that I wasn't his little girl anymore – with 
emphasis on the “little”? 

I remembered how proud I’d been when I moved into a C cup bra and 
actually NEEDED one.  Did my dad wish they were still the little A-cups I 
had when I was fourteen, as much as I tried to stuff them so I could say 
I wore a B-cup to my friends (as if that fooled them)?  While I wasn’t 
overweight, still I wasn’t exactly a skinny little teenager anymore.  Did 
he miss my pony legs and straight waist?  I doubted he would admit to 
such thoughts but deep in his heart, were they there?  Was that the REAL 
reason why he said he wanted to be with younger girls – he missed my 
immature body?

Well, if I couldn’t be his “little” girl, I could certainly be his 
fantasy girl.  Did it really matter so long as I took care of his needs 
as a good daughter should?  Wasn't it my duty to adapt to his changing 
needs for me and do whatever it took to please him?  So what if he had 
other desires?  I was still his only daughter and as such the only woman 
that could address the incestuous desires that sometimes consumed him.

“Take off those shorts.”

His voice startled me for a moment as I had drifted off with my thoughts 
for a moment there but then his words cut in and I was back to reality 
once again.  As I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles, 
stepping gingerly out of them while keeping on my heels, it felt good to 
be bare-assed in front of him.  Some girls love to run around topless in 
panties whereas I’ve always preferred to go bottomless with something 
covering my top.  I suppose a shrink would have his theories but 
personally I think it has to do with several issues as I was growing up.  
First, just as he was proving yet again now, my dad had always been an 
ass man.  He’d always encouraged me to go without panties or bottoms, 
even when I was little.  

There was also the fact that I was highly sensitive about my breasts as a 
young teenager – or should I say, LACK of breasts.  While my legs and ass 
took shape early on, my boobs simply refused to come along for the ride.  
My best friend Beth was like two sizes ahead of me throughout high school 
and it was obvious when we would stand next to each other and see where 
the boys would be staring.  Well, whatever the reason I enjoyed wearing 
only something on top and my dad seemed to love it too.

“Now spin around and show me that incredible ass.”

Smiling, I did as he instructed, using small step as I’d kept my heels 
on.  As I turned my back to him I felt his hand softly caress my butt and 
then squeeze my ass cheek.  I paused to let him grope me more and then 
felt his hand move between my bare thighs.

“Bend over babe.”

It wasn't much but it was enough to tell me what he wanted.  I leaned 
over, putting my hands on my knees and letting my feet spread apart a few 
more inches.  His fingers slid down between my crotch until he was 
pressing against my freshly shaven pussy.  I felt his middle finger 
exploring me, pushing its way into my damp pussy, then moving in further 
until his entire finger was inside of me.  

“Damn, still as tight as ever, aren’t you?”

It was obviously a rhetorical question so I just wiggled my butt a little 
in response.

“Alright, now get on top of me.”

Hmmmmmm, I guess that meant no more foreplay.  Damn, he must be REALLY 
horny and so just wanted to get down and fuck me.  I couldn't help but 
flash a wry grin as I remembered being so careful to shave so my pussy 
would feel smooth on his face.  Not that I was complaining!  He’d never 
been one to lick me all that much, for whatever reason, preferring more 
to touch me and fondle me than to lick me.  Then there were those days he 
would practically camp out down there, like he couldn’t get enough of the 
taste of my pussy.  I guess today wasn't going to be one of those days.

While my dad might have preferred me to keep them on, this wasn't a porn 
movie so I dropped the heels which made it so much easier to get on top 
of him.  What is it with men wanting girls to keep their shoes on anyway 
when they have sex?  If anything, I’m always afraid I’m going to spear 
him with one of my heels!

Swinging one leg over him, I sat down on top of his dick and felt it’s 
hardness pushing up against my pussy.  We both looked down and I could 
see the swollen head sticking out from between my legs.  My hips rocked 
slowly, rubbing my ever wetter pussy along the stiff shaft below it.

“Oh god I want to fuck you so bad Kelly,” he moaned, lifting his hips up 
against me, “I NEED to fuck you... I want to cum in you... so bad.”

His eyes were closed now and it was as if he was in a trance or 
something, lost in his desires and lust.  I know there are times when I 
feel like I really need to be fucked but looking at my dad, it was like 
he actually physically NEEDED to do me.

“Please Kelly... let me fuck you...please.”

As horny as I was getting myself, I still couldn't help but wonder what 
was going on.  It wasn't like my dad wasn't getting laid enough.  Heck, 
with my Aunt Linda living with him he was probably getting it more than 
just about any man his age, not to mention who knows what else he was 
doing besides screwing her.

There would be time to think about this later but at the moment I had 
more pressing things to attend to – literally.  Between my legs there was 
an erect dick pushing hard against me, as if it was trying to push itself 
into me anywhere it could.  All I had to do was lift myself up a little 
and his cock slid down my pussy slit until I felt it in just the right 
spot and I sat back down again.  As hard as he was and as wet as my pussy 
had become, it didn't take much effort for it to slide into me all the 
way until I was literally sitting on his crotch, impaled on his dick like 
a corn dog on a stick at the state fair.

“Oh god that feels so good,” he sighed, relaxing it seemed for just a 
moment until his hips jerked up almost like he was having a convulsion, 
driving himself up against me as if he could possibly get any deeper into 
me than he already was.

Leaning over, he untied my blouse and let it hang open so my boobs 
dangled over his face while his incestuous dick remained in my hot pussy.  
He closed his eyes again when my nipple brushed against his lips and he 
eagerly started to suckle on it like a hungry baby.  He then grabbed my 
boobs with both hands, squeezing them together and kneading them with his 
hands like he was a baker trying to make bread!  By lifting my hips up 
and down I was able to move his cock in and out of me while holding 
myself up over his face so he could switch from one breast to the other.  

My arms started to tire so I sat back up on his lap and circled my hips 
around like a hula dancer, rotating my pussy around his dick as he held 
my butt with both hands.  He had his eyes closed again, as if he was 
trying to concentrate on nothing more than the feel of his incestuous 
dick inside daughter’s tight pussy.  OK, so maybe it wasn't as tight as 
some of the girls he may have been fucking lately, but for my age I 
thought it was pretty darn good.  

Yet again he surprised by suddenly sitting up and pushing me off of him, 
his dick flopping out of me all covered with my pussy wetness.  Without 
saying anything he grabbed me by the waist and moved me into a kneeling 
position and I quickly caught on to what he wanted – to fuck me doggy 
style.  It actually wasn't one of his favorite positions, at least not 
with me, but then I wasn't going to say anything.  Pushing my legs apart, 
he put one hand on each of my ass cheeks and spread me apart so my 
freshly fucked pussy was in full view.  At this point, I just wanted to 
feel it filled again so I leaned forward onto my elbows so my ass poked 
up even better for him to get himself into me.

“Kelly, did I ever tell you that you have an INCREDIBLE ass?”

I turned my head and smiled back at him.  “Only a few times daddy... tell 
me again.”

Yeah, more like a thousand times but what girl ever tires of hearing a 
man telling her he likes her ass?  His large hands squeezed my ass as he 
moved forward until I felt his dick pressing up against me again.  He 
tried to push it in but he didn't have it quite lined up so he let go of 
one of my cheeks and quickly guided himself into me, putting his hand 
back on my butt as soon as the head started to go into me.  At first he 
just sort of moved it around in like a circle but then he pressed it into 
me until I felt his coarse pubic hair against my bare butt.

His first real thrust was so strong it almost knocked me forward off my 
elbows.  I reached forward to grab a couple of pillows and stuffed them 
under me so I could just lay on top of them while he fucked me from 
behind.  His hands moved from my butt to my waist, gripping me and 
pulling and pushing me back and forth in sync with his thrusts so my ass 
would slam into his crotch as he pushed it into me, making a loud 
slapping sound almost like he was spanking me.  It felt SOOOOO good to 
feel his dick gliding in and out of my wet pussy, one moment almost all 
the way out and then the next, filling me with his cock.

“Give me that bottle there in front of you.”

I looked ahead where the pillows had been and there was a bottle of 
massage oil which he must have hidden under the pillows.  As I 
automatically reached for it, I started to wonder what he wanted it for 
and then the realization hit me.  Oh crap, he wanted to fuck me in the 
ass!

This, more than anything else today, surprised as well as shocked me.  My 
dad knew how I felt about anal sex.  Sure, I’d done it a few times at 
parties but never because I asked for it.  Well, at least I wasn't a 
total anal virgin and thankfully he seemed to have prepared for it.  
Still, he’d NEVER asked me before to fuck me in the ass because he knew 
my feelings about it.  I’ve always said that one of the foundations of 
true submission is total trust in your partner.  Submitting doesn't mean 
slavery – it means giving yourself to someone while at the same time 
secure in the knowledge that he will not abuse your trust.  I knew my dad 
liked anal sex but I never worried about it because I knew he would never 
ask me – or at least I THOUGHT he would never ask me.

Even though I knew his intentions and as much as my initial reaction was 
to pull away and stop him before he did anything, at the same time I’d 
come over here willingly with the intent to reconcile with my dad by 
submitting him and demonstrating that I was still his loving daughter.  
If I was sincere in my feelings for him, how could I say no to this?

As he slowly drove his dick in and out of me, I could feel him moving as 
he opened the bottle.  Despite warming it on his hands, it still felt ice 
cold when he started to tub it into my tight asshole.  Then he slid his 
slick thumb into my ass and I felt that weird sensation I always get 
whenever something goes in where it should only come out.

People always ask me why I don't like anal sex as if there was something 
wrong with me.  Well frankly, I know more girls who hate it than enjoy it 
and those who claim they enjoy it will often confess that they only do it 
for their boyfriend.  God gave me this wonderful pussy that was designed 
for one thing – sex.  A hard dick fits perfectly in it, I produce the 
lubrication necessary for it to not hurt me, and it feels SOOOOO good 
when a guy fucks me.

Now compare my pussy to my asshole which was designed for one thing – to 
crap.  Assholes are like one-way streets in that things are meant to come 
OUT, not IN.  Face it, something the size and hardness of an erect cock 
was not in the mind of our Maker when he designed my ass.  Then there is 
the final factor – it’s just unsanitary.  I mean, would you wipe your ass 
with your hand and then eat dinner without washing it thoroughly?  If 
not, why would any man expect to plunge his cock up where I’d just 
crapped and then expect me to suck it afterwards?

OK, so I know there are plenty of people out there that claim to enjoy 
anal sex (mostly men) and I know the porn industry makes it a mainstay – 
which tells me all the more it’s not for the girl’s enjoyment so much as 
getting the guy off from some sort of weird control thing.  All I can say 
is that I treat it like fantasies in that you are welcome to do whatever 
you want so long as everyone consents and nobody gets hurt – just leave 
me out of it.

Apparently, my dad had other ideas today.  What was going on?  He seemed 
to be in this strange mental zone and now it seemed to extend even 
further than I had realized.  Was this his way of showing me he was in 
control?  Was he trying to test me, to see if I would truly submit to him 
even if he wanted me to do something I really didn't want to?

A groan escaped my lips as his thumb pushed deeper into me.  It felt odd 
to have his dick in my pussy and his thumb in my ass.  I supposed he 
could feel his thumb against his dick while he fucked me and I wondered 
how it made him feel?

Just when I thought maybe his thumb was all he was going to put up my 
ass, he pulled out and I felt the head of dick now positioned at the 
entrance to my ass – something new for sure when it came to sex with me 
and my dad.

“Please don't daddy,” I whispered softly, hoping against hope he might 
come to his sense before it was too late.

“Sorry babe, but I’ve been wanting to do this for so long... so long,” he 
said as he grimaced while he tried to push his erection into my ass.

OK, so maybe I’d taken a few dicks in there but they were a while ago and 
not that many.  Even with the lubrication he had used to covered my ass 
and his dick  it wasn't like he was going to just pop in it.  God, it was 
like being fucked for the first time, taking something larger than you’d 
ever had into you for the first time.  Then he finally got the head all 
the way in and I felt like my ass was on fire.

“It hurts daddy!” I whined a little, wishing it wouldn't so I could 
please him better.

“It’ll be OK, just give it time.”

As he said that I felt his hands grip my hips firmly as he pushed his 
cock into me harder.  God, it was SO big.  Was this the same dick that 
had just been in my pussy – the one that fit perfectly and had made me 
feel so good?  Noooooo, this one was twice as large and harder, at least 
that’s how it felt in my ass.

Once he was about half-way in, he paused to give me time to adjust again.  
It felt like I was burning inside, as if some red hot poker had pushed 
its way into my ass.  Then, just as it wasn't feeling QUITE so bad, he 
rammed it into me, pushing it in as far as he could, nailing me so hard I 
collapsed on the pillows, off of my knees and onto my stomach.  OH MY 
GOD!  I thought I was going to scream out but I couldn't decide what hurt 
more, my poor asshole or my pride.  I felt like some cheap whore letting 
her client do whatever he paid for.

Then he pulled back and for a moment I felt totally embarrassed as I 
could have sworn I’d crapped on him but then realized it was just the 
same sensation I feel when something moves out of my ass.  With just the 
head of him still in me, I felt this incredible sensation of relief, that 
wonderful feeling you get when you just took a big dump and for the next 
few minutes your ass feels really good.  The difference this time was 
that that feeling was only momentary as whatever had just left me was now 
moving back in me again!  Suddenly I was constipated again, I guess you 
could say.

If I was just writing an erotic fantasy story for some story archive, at 
this I point would say that my ass started to feel better and I began to 
love it, begging my dad to fuck me in the ass harder and faster and 
eventually becoming someone who loved anal sex more than vaginal.  Isn’t 
that how they all go?  It’s no different than when a girl is raped in 
those stupid stories and she ends up begging for more, or when a family 
is forced to have sex with each other and they all end up loving it.  
Don't people get tired of reading this crap?  Rape is rape – a horrible 
crime which can cause a woman pain and anguish for the rest of her life.  
Non-consensual sex is NEVER okay and should not be glorified.

Well, that’s the difference between reality and fantasy.  I’ve always 
said that there should be no bounds to fantasy – just don't expect me to 
get turned on by yours.  It’s the same with all those predictable stories 
– if people get off from them then what is wrong with that?  Actually, I 
post a number of stories on my web site sent to me by people that I find 
personally repugnant or even disgusting but I post them because SOMEBODY 
got off from it.

Sorry about the soapbox... back to my ass.  So for the entire time my dad 
was fucking my ass all I could think about was when he would finish.  I 
can’t say it never felt good – but THAT was when he took it out of me.  
Oh yeah, now THAT felt great!  It was when he was IN my ass that it hurt 
– and it never got better for me except maybe I seemed to grow numb to it 
after a while.  As for being pleasurable, other than I knew he was loving 
it the whole thing did nothing for me.  Of course I tried to make it 
sound like it did so he would be happy, but I may as well have been 
faking an orgasm for all the good it did me.

Finally he had enough and he pulled his dick out of my ass for good.  
Once again I could have sworn that I crapped when he did, I just couldn’t 
shake that surreal sensation and the revulsion in the back of my throat 
but I didn't give him any sign of my true feelings, at least he didn't 
seem to notice.  Grabbing me by the waist, he flipped me over – or at 
least he tried and I helped him out once I understood what he wanted.  He 
could have just asked me!

Reaching behind my head, I grabbed one of the pillows and quickly stuffed 
it under my ass to lift me up higher down there for him.  A second one 
went doubled up behind my head so I could see what was happening without 
having to strain my neck too badly.  What I saw was my dad spreading my 
legs apart and moving up between them and over me.  Then he leaned back 
on his knees and grabbed me under my butt and lifted my up onto his 
thighs until my pussy was up against his dick.

Reaching down he pulled my legs up until they were over his shoulder and 
then he put his arms around my thighs to keep me in place as he grabbed 
his cock and wiggled to get it where he could push it back into me – my 
pussy this time thankfully.  Thank god it looked ok and not full of crap 
the way I imagined it might when he pulled it out of me.  Damn, the whole 
anal thing was stuck in my mind, making me think all these weird things!

For a moment he paused and both of us just stayed perfectly still except 
for our heaving chests as we worked to gain our collective breaths.  In 
my mind I was sixteen again, laying on my bed with my dad hovering over 
me, naked with his erect dick about to penetrate me for the very first 
time.  I remember how excited I was... not to mention ungodly nervous.  
After all, this was no boyfriend from school about to do me – it was my 
DAD!  Here we were again, almost nine years later, having fucked 
countless times during those years and yet somehow it felt again like it 
was that very first time all over again.

So much had happened in those nine years, so many changes in my life for 
good and bad.  I looked at my dad, seeing the lust in his eyes and the 
desire on his face as he stared at his all but naked daughter sprawled on 
her back before him.  Lately our relationship had been tested in a way it 
never had been before and just when I thought everything in my life was 
screwed up and crazy, here I was yet again, submitting myself totally and 
unconditionally to my father, giving everything I had to him.

Under the circumstances, there was only one thing I could say at this 
moment...

“Fuck me daddy,” I whispered in a voice husky with my own desire.  “I 
love you daddy, now fuck me.  Show me how much you love me.”

It was like this giant light turned on and everything lit up in him as he 
smiled and his eyes momentarily lost that animal lust.  For a fleeting 
few seconds there was my loving father, softly telling me I was his 
little girl again and everything was going to be alright, that he was 
going to make me feel better than I’d ever felt before.  It was like one 
of those sci-fi movies where someone’s body was taken over by an alien 
and for a brief moment the real person inside appears.

Then, just as it always happened in the movies, that look was there 
again, replaced by that startling look of passion and aggression that I 
knew could only be answered by one thing – sex.  In the past I would even 
be frightened at times when I saw this look because I knew it meant 
nothing could stop him now.  Even if I asked him to stop I doubted that 
he could even hear me, let alone comprehend what I wanted.  All that 
mattered at this moment was he wanted to fuck me and nothing was going to 
stop him now.

I felt him push himself into me and then that wonderfully familiar 
sensation as his dick popped into me, my pussy clamping down around his 
shaft behind it.  Again, it was like that very first time when I felt my 
dad’s dick enter me.  Sure I’d fucked plenty of guys before him but there 
was something special about it when he was in me.  Now, years later, 
there was still something special about it.  After all, he WAS my dad and 
how could it NOT be special?

Silently he pumped his dick in and out of my pussy in long, steady 
strokes.  I fingered my clit as he drilled me, closing my own eyes this 
time as I could feel the shaft of his cock rubbing against my fingers as 
I toyed with myself.

“Oh daddy... I’m cumming!” I announced to him in a louder voice than 
before.

Finally I was cumming, my orgasm quickly peaking as he fucked me faster 
and faster.  Any anger I may have felt for him, any worries or doubts, 
everything disappeared in the haze of my orgasm and then he started to 
cum as well, driving me onto even a higher plain of pleasure.  

“Oh yeah... cum in me daddy... give me your cum.” I begged him.  

My father buried his incestuous erection deep inside of me, spewing his 
warm sperm deep inside of me as his hips thrust himself even deeper into 
me with each load.

Finally he was spent and he let loose of my legs and I slid down his 
thighs onto the bed, leaving behind his cum-covered cock which was 
already dwindling.  I couldn't move, just lying there silently as he put 
his hands on his legs and gasped for breath.  Finally he laid down next 
to me and I turned on my side and put one leg over him, pressing my still 
sensitive pussy up against him.  He put his arms around me and we kissed 
for the first time today.

Soon he fell asleep and I gently removed his arm from around me and got 
out of bed.  I quietly stepped through the hallway to the bathroom 
opposite my bedroom where I looked at myself in the mirror and grimaced.  
Yep, it was a good thing I hadn’t worried too much about hair and makeup.  
God, what which was looking back at me through the mirror?  it couldn't 
possibly be me!

After cleaning myself up a but I went to leave the bathroom to return to 
my room.  As I stepped out I saw my aunt standing in the doorway of their 
bedroom.  She had a robe tied around her which was rather surprising 
since she was practically a nudist around the house normally.  

“Well, I see you two have made up,” she said with a teasing voice, 
nodding her head back to the bedroom where my dad was literally passed 
out on my old bed.

I gave her a hug and we kissed briefly before I went back to my room to 
get changed.  My dad never even moved a muscle as I dressed and gave him 
a peck on the cheek before leaving the room.

“So what’s the story now?” my aunt asked, having waited outside in the 
hallway for me.

I just shrugged and waved goodbye.  At the moment I really wasn't sure 
how to answer that question.


Chapter 4 – Going Forward
=========================

My mind was caught up in a whirlwind on the way home, full of jumbled and 
virtually incoherent thoughts.  Actually, I was lucky I didn't get in a 
wreck as the next thing I knew I was parked in front of our house and 
really had no idea whatsoever how I’d gotten there!  My neighbor wasn’t 
in sight this time so I just carried my coat up to the house and let 
myself in.  If anyone WAS watching me, then they got a good eyeful of 
what was coming this summer if nothing else.  Stepping in the door, I’d 
no sooner had hung my coat up in the closet when a voice called down from 
the stairs.

“Hey slut, I hear you fucked your dad... FINALLY!”

Damn, news travels fast!  Her mother must have either called right after 
I left or maybe she even had called Kristi while I was doing it with my 
dad.  Either way, obviously Kristi was in on everything so there was no 
sense in pretending otherwise.  Walking up the stairs, she gave me a 
little pat on the butt as I passed by her.

“Damn girl, didn't you wash up before you left?” she teased me, “Mmmmmmm, 
you smell good.”

Actually, a shower was the very thing I needed right then I just pushed 
her back playfully and she let it go at that.  Actually, it was 
surprisingly sensitive of her to not pester me more about it.  Yeah, her 
mom must have told her everything because normally she would’ve been 
following me down the hallway like a lost puppy dog until I’d filled in 
all the details.

After I’d cleaned up I just flopped in my bed naked again, pulling the 
sheet up over me to keep the chill off.  My hands gripped my head with my 
wet hair as I tried to figure out for myself just what the heck I’d done 
today – and what it meant for the future.

*******************

Well... I’m saying this after having a day to think about it – following 
a month of heavy contemplation before that.  Yeah, I’d let my dad fuck me 
again but something told me that sex would never be the same between us 
again.  Indeed, I was no longer his little girl, his “little slut”.  I 
was now a twenty-something girl that he enjoyed fucking whenever he felt 
the need.  Sure, there was still the element of our father-daughter 
relationship, but most of that was dispelled when his dick filled my ass 
and I realized what I really was to him, at least now.  It may have been 
different when I was younger, but not anymore.  

Will I fuck him again?  Of course... provided he asks me.  There are some 
things buried deep inside of you that just can’t be changed and 
submitting to my father is such a fundamental part me, such a large part 
of who I am, that I could never do anything different.  Would I pursue 
sex with my dad?  No, but that doesn't mean I would turn him away.

In some ways, I think my entire view of incest is changing – at least so 
far as I am concerned.  While I’ve always maintained that incest is not 
for everyone, I use to put up my family as the poster child for “good” 
incest.  Well, now I knew that even my own family wasn't as functional as 
I had imagined.  Not that it would classify us as dysfunctional, but 
clearly we had issues I never knew about – or at least never wanted to 
see.

When I get married, will my husband know about my incestual life?  Until 
now the answer was an unequivocal YES.  Now I wonder if it would be such 
a deal breaker for him not to know.  Do I really want my husband to fuck 
my daughter?  DO I really want to fuck my son someday?  A month ago I 
would have said YES and not even hesitated.  Now... I’m not so sure.  In 
fact, I’m pretty sure I wouldn't.  

Do I still think the concept of incest is good?  Of course but now I 
would place even stricter limits on it than before.  Now I would say the 
population for which incest is manageable and healthy is even smaller 
than I ever would had imagined.  

My dad’s getting older and I have a feeling those phone calls where he 
tells me he needs me are going to become fewer and farther between.  Even 
if I do get married and don’t tell my husband, would he ever have to 
know?

Yep, LOTS of things for me to think about...

THE END