Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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During the late 70s and early 80s we were stationed in West Germany. It was at the time when Germany was separated into East and West Germany - the cold war days. My military career was winding down and I was transitioning to a career in photography and journalism, especially motor sports reporting.
I had managed to get a Press Pass from the European Edition of the Stars & Stripes and easy access to races throughout Europe. I was providing race results and images to my sponsor, the Stars & Stripes, and had approval to shop my images and reports to other outlets, primarily US Motorcycle Magazines.
This was long before access to the Internet. Newspapers required timely reports but feature articles and race results allowed a bit more time. I would call the results to the Stars & Stripes and follow-up with images and more detailed information using the military APO system - slow mail.
Magazine lead-time was far longer allowing ninety days to receive articles and photographs. Thanks to Special Services Photo Lab, I was able to process my black and white film and forward prints with captions to several previously approved magazine outlets. I spent a lot of time at the lab and had become quite close to the German man who managed the lab. He often would make special arrangement for me to have the entire second processing area of the lab all to myself. He would even help me with the processing.
My wife, Mary, was travelling a lot, guiding day trips and weekend adventures for the local Special Services. Her trips allowed her to see many of the European Countries and interesting sites. It also allowed her to make acquaintance with many people who ran the shops and lodging facilities on her schedule. They would make sure she was rewarded for guiding tourists to their businesses. Our walls were lined with clocks and carvings from the Black Forest area. She also had a collection of expensive Italian shoes and leather goods. Times were good.
Our daughter, Tina, was just 12 years old when we first arrived in Germany. After High School graduation, she worked in the Post Exchange. I had extended my military commitment several times so that she could finish High School with her friends. My wife had insisted that she start on birth control at a very early age. Now, at 19, it was no secret that she had been sexually active for several years. We accepted that.
Mary, my wife, and I had also started to think more about the lifestyle that we had tested when our daughter was much younger. We had become much more conservative after our daughter got old enough to be curious. We had not shared a partner since she was about three years old. As we realized that she was sexually active. We started to fantasize about those days of sharing. Our sexual appetites were certainly very private. But, we felt less need to hide it from our daughter.
There were other couples that we suspected of that lifestyle. But, we knew that we had to be extremely discrete. My military occupation required the highest of security clearances. Drug use and promiscuous sexual inclination were just cause for loss of that clearance. My desire to retire and work for a civilian contractor in the same area would require maintaining a squeaky-clean lifestyle. A local contractor for the position I desired had already approved me. I still had a year before reaching retirement eligibility but the position was on hold for me. Including our time as Civilians, we spent just under seven years in Germany.
Much of our last three years there included a lot of time at World Championship races - primarily motocross. The racing season started in spring and ended in late summer - April to early September. Due to my primary job commitments, both military and contractor, I was unable to attend all the races. I was able to stay current. Intermittent coverage kept me busy. The Stars and Stripes and several magazines eagerly published my season previews and wrap-ups.
At the end of that first racing season, I was more about artistic photography and portraits. I had photographed a wedding but did not care for that hassle. I swore never to shoot another. But, my reputation had grown. I received frequent requests for portraits. I accepted a few but was concerned that accepting money from enlisted personnel who worked for me could be considered unethical. It did raise eyebrows among a few high-ranking officers.
After I had purchased a medium format camera just for the portrait work, I decided it best that I avoid the appearance of taking advantage of my position. I set it up at home and did self-portraits and had my daughter model for me. Just eighteen and still in High School she was a total knockout. She reminded me of her mom when we were much younger and enjoying sex with two couples with whom we had become very close friends.
At first, we were cautious; a portrait with a beret making her look very young, then a few more mature images. Nothing explicit but sexy bra and panty pictures. It was exciting. The shape of her puffy pussy stretching the crotch of her panties had me hardly able to breathe.
After a few sessions as my model, Tina started to tease me. She would do things to make it obvious that I was being seduced. One morning after working a midnight shift and going to bed, I had to pee. I went to the bathroom and when I came out Tina was on her knees on her bed looking out her window. She was wearing nothing but panties and a mid-riff T-shirt. It wasn't just those puffy pussy lips exposed. I could see her beautiful breasts - completely. The shirt was loose enough that her tiny nipples were clearly visible.
I couldn't resist. I stopped and looked at them. Tina turned her head and looked back at me, smiling.
"What are you looking at," I stammered.
"What are you looking at," she responded.
Caught! I could hardly speak, whispering, "You are certainly no longer my little girl."
"You finally noticed?" she grinned.
Embarrassed, I went to bed closing the door behind me. I had to masturbate before I could get back to sleep.
Several weeks later it happened again. It was late morning after the mid-shift and I had to pee. Tina was in the shower. I knocked and told her that I had to pee.
"Just keep the shower curtain closed. It won't be long," I told her.
She didn't. She pushed the shower curtain back and watched me pee.
"It is pretty long," she grinned.
She turned off the water and pushed back the shower curtain, giving me an unrestricted frontal view and said, "Would you please hand me that towel?"
I was flabbergasted but decided to call her bluff. I turned with my dick still in my hand and reached for the towel. I stood there, holding my dick and watching her dry the wet, glistening body. So Sexy!
"You need to behave. Don't you think your mother would be hurt if she knew that you are teasing her husband?"
I didn't mean to, but felt that I had made her feel ashamed.
She whispered, "Sorry, Dad" and started to cry.
I couldn't help myself. I hugged her naked body close and caressed her wet hair. I caressed her back and patted her perfect ass. She buried her face against me and kissed my chest.
"I'll talk to mom. And I will stop teasing you, Dad."
She didn't stop. She became so bold as to ask if I would like to photograph her naked. I thought, "how much more naked can you get?" I glanced at her mom. Mary gave me a disapproving look.
"We can't do that, Tina. I would not be able to process or print the pictures anyway."
"Why not, Dad? Haven't you taken nude pictures of other girls?"
"I have, Hon, but sharing nude pictures of my own daughter could lead to accusations of incest. That could cause loss of my clearance - and the primary source of our income."
