Beatrix is not my real name; I would be a fool to put that on the Internet, na? But it is a good Catholic name and I am a Catholic. I live in India, in the Southern state of Tamil Nadu. Many of the events you are going to read about actually happened; although they have been somewhat "expanded on" with the thoughts and feelings I expressed to my dear guide, mentor and confidant, Salteena. A mere recitation of facts would be so boring isn't it?
Finally, for those strange ones among you who think that young people must not have sexual feelings and experiences until after their eighteenth birthday, you can rest assured that throughout I was completely old enough.
This is my story...
Yes, it's true; I am in a mood to fuck my Dad. Does that shock you?
Why my Dad? Well, I am not interested in young men my own age; they are just boys still. In fact the way they giggle and chatter together they are more like girls than boys! Yes, that's right, they do giggle; Indian boys are like that. No, I like older, more mature men; the sort of men who turn my tummy to jelly and set off a tingle in my pussy when they look at me in that certain way. Out of all the older mature men I like I like my Uncle A very much, but my Dad is the one I like the most.
We live alone most of the time, just Dad and me. His Wife, my mother, is a software engineer. She is very good at her job. She works in Bangalore. She only comes home to Chennai once a month; mostly for a long weekend, but sometimes she stays for up to a week. I hate it when she is here. I know Dad is fucking her, I can hear the two of them carrying on sometimes, and that makes me very jealous. Not only that, whenever she is home Dad is extra strict with me and scolds me severely if I do anything wrong. He scolds me often at the best of times, but it seems he is doubly hard on me when she is around. She won't let me do anything either. I am not allowed to go to the mall or to see my best friend D. She won't even let me eat ice cream!
I love ice cream.
Of course I sometimes deserve to be scolded. Tamil Nadu is still very traditional in a lot of ways, particularly in the community where our house is. Even at my age I have no other choice but to dress modestly when we go out, almost always in Salwar Kameez; and I have to behave in a reserved and demure manner. But I am a young woman bursting with life and curiosity and I sometimes cross boundaries I should not. Sometimes I also talk on the telephone with friends for too long or I neglect my studies. So Dad scolds me. I sometimes think Dad and His Wife are much too concerned with what other people think.
I still want to fuck Dad though. I must find a way to make him interested in me for sex. Can you help me with that? I want to be more to him than just somebody who is around all the time; almost part of the furniture in fact. I must be careful still. I am too frightened of him to say anything right out to his face, or do anything too bold, in case it makes him angry and pushes him away from me. I must let Dad know somehow that I will not reject him, or be upset if he makes a move on me, but he has to take the first steps. How can I go about it?
***
Hello.
I took Dad's hand phone. I take it to my room often so that I can look at the pictures of his cock he put on it to send to His Wife. He thinks I just play games on it. Yes, wanting to fuck him the way I do, when I think of him and her she is His Wife and not my mother. I like Dad's cock and I want to see it for real. He is not fully erect in the pictures, but I can tell what his cock would look like if it was. I relieve my feelings while I look at the pictures and imagine licking and sucking it, and his balls, and then spreading my legs wide so he can put it in me.
I want to feel Dad's cock inside me.
Tonight I took his phone to my room with me. When I was getting ready for bed I left my bedroom door a little way open instead of closing it fully as I usually do. I took my jeans and panties and bra off until I was only in my pink t-shirt – I am allowed to wear western clothes around the house when there are no non-family visitors – and looked at myself in the mirror.
My shirt only just hid my nude pussy and ass by two or three inches. Very tempting Beatrix! Even though I thought it myself! I rubbed and tugged at my nipples so that they stood out hard under my shirt. They are very sensitive and they stick out nicely when I am horny; like I always get when I think about fucking Dad. And then I dialled his number from the spare phone Dad gives me when I go out on my own with my friends. I did that so that Dad would come into my room to answer his phone.
I cut off the call when he came through the door. He smiled when he saw the way I was dressed and my heart jumped. But when he looked at his phone and saw that it was a missed call from me he lost his temper and scolded me severely in harsh tones. But I could tell he was looking at my bare legs and at my breasts all the while, especially my nipples, even though he was trying to hide it.
Oh, why wouldn't he just pick me up and throw me onto my bed and fuck me? I was so wet and ready for him down there! Instead he shouted that I should keep my bedroom door shut in future and then stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him.
He didn't say I shouldn't take his phone again though.
I was so disappointed, but I was feeling so hot I relieved my mood just the same. Just thinking about it again is making me wet now. I will write to you again tomorrow (wink).
***
Hi! Thank you for that e-card you sent. It really made me laugh. And no I wouldn't!
It is Dad's birthday tomorrow. He said I should go with him to choose a cake and afterwards we would go the mall to find him some new clothes for his birthday present. I like shopping (smile).
I could be the best birthday present Dad ever had. He only has to ask!
Buying the cake was quick and easy and we drove to the mall. After a lot of searching, we finally decided that a new pair of jeans and a smart shirt will be just right for him. I made him try several pairs of jeans on and show me each one (so that I could admire his body openly, hehehe!). I eventually chose a nice pair; tight ones that showed off the bulge of his cock and balls and his taut ass to perfection. He thanked me for helping him choose and he took my hand and squeezed it gently. Taking my hand is nothing unusual as we often hold hands when we are out walking together, so it felt like just a normal father-daughter encounter. But Dad doing that made me very happy.
Sometimes, when we are talking when we are out walking, I try to get close and brush my breast against his arm but he never seems to notice. Perhaps it is because I don't have very big breasts.
I couldn't help thinking though: 'Hmmmm, problem is that when Your Wife sees you in those jeans she will want to fuck you just as much as I want to. Maybe they are not such a good choice after all?'
"Beatrix, we should buy you a new dress as well; and you must wear it when we cut my birthday cake at midnight tonight. What would you like; a pretty Salwar Kameez, or some new jeans and a t-shirt perhaps?"
I considered for a long moment. What would be the sexiest thing I could wear to make him notice me? Hmmmmm...
"No, I would like a sari please."
He looked surprised; and pleased too.
There was significance in my choice as well, because in India the only man who should buy a girl a sari is her husband. If that crossed his mind he didn't show it though.
Little did Dad know, in that instant I decided to wear no bra under the top and wear the sari very low on my hips and down at the front, to just an inch or two above my pubic hair, to show off my belly and waist to him. I would wear no panties down below either, so if I could tempt him to stroke my belly and then run his hand down and inside my sari he would find me right away...wet...ready.
Just that mental image alone made me moist; right then and there in the store!
I will write to you tomorrow and tell you everything.
***
Hello, I'm back.
It was a few minutes after midnight. Dad was wearing his new jeans and shirt. I told him that he looked very smart. Then I twirled in front of him with my arms spread wide; showing him my body. He would have glimpsed my ankles as well.
A sari worn this low is very sexy. Like I planned, I had no panties on, but I was a coward and wore a bra beneath the top. Still, it unhooked at the front so that he could see and touch my nude breasts quickly if he wanted to undress me.
I wish I had been brave enough to leave both bra and top off and gone to him bare breasted with only the scarf hiding my chest, just like the court women used to dress for their Rajah in the olden days, but I knew he would yell at me.
"Your sari is very pretty Beatrix, it suits you. Come, let us cut the cake, Will you help me?"
The cake was very soft and easy to cut, but Dad still wanted me to put my hand on his and we pressed the knife down together. Just like at a wedding. I wish! His skin felt so warm!
When the first cut was made I wished him a happy birthday and kissed him on the cheek; just like you suggested I could try and do to make him notice me. I never kiss him normally. I haven't done so ever since I was a little girl; His Wife told me not to. He went stiff for a moment as if startled and I tensed waiting for him to tell me off, but he relaxed again and smiled to himself.
I took over serving the cake; a large piece for him and a smaller one for me. We sat on the sofa together to eat. We didn't speak. The night was very quiet; there wasn't even the faint hum of distant traffic like there normally is. The only sounds to break the silence were the occasional clink of a fork on a plate when one of us cut off a portion of our cake.
We finished at the same time and I took our plates back to the table...
"Would you like another piece?"
"No thank you. You gave me quite a big one before."
I thought to myself there was "big one" he could give me too!
