Dad Issues

To those of you sending me abuse via fake emails, well done, you are so brave that you will not stand behind your words. Cowards.

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Mica xx

My dad, Mikhail, is a pain. And I mean a pain. He is fifty seven and lives in sheltered housing because he can't cook. When I say can't, I mean won't. He sees that as woman's work and when mum passed, he just did not look after himself at all. I managed to get a place for him in a complex that specialises in the over fifties. They bring him one hot meal every evening, a cold lunch, usually a sandwich, and he has cereal for breakfast.

There is a toaster, he could use it, but won't. It costs pretty much all of his pension to be there, only leaving him a few pounds for treats. His clothes, when he remembers and puts them in the laundry basket, get washed and ironed and returned. All he has to do is put them away. He doesn't do that, he just leaves them where the service drops them off, and wears them until the next laundry day. Sometimes when I go to visit, I put them away. He is quite capable of getting something out of his wardrobe or drawers, just not putting it in.

My mother should have had a medal for looking after him all those years. What did she get instead? Non-operational terminal Breast cancer, passing three months after the diagnosis.

Leo, my brother, is only marginally better. He hardly pops in to see dad, but when he does, he never thinks to do simple things like putting dad's clothes away, I think they just talk football, United, and when is the current manager going to be sacked.

I took Dad out yesterday, we went to the Royal Armouries Museum in Leeds, I thought he would enjoy it, if he did, he didn't let on. I actually enjoyed it more than I had expected. Seeing Henry the eight's armour showed just how 'portly' he was and also how short. He was much smaller than I expected, his reputation definitely exceeded his stature. Dad just said, 'Tiny bloke then.'

The manikin with the Samurai outfit didn't impress him either, too ornate to fight in it seems. We had a nice lunch in their café. Soup and a roll, but the mulligatawny was too foreign, and the crusty bread scratched his mouth, and the butter wasn't British. He wears me out.

Last month I took him on a private tour through Standedge Canal Tunnel, apparently the longest, highest and deepest Canal Tunnel in the UK, we did the return trip, a trip of a few hours each way, with a Canal Trust guide that explained how it worked, how they used to use their legs to pass through, and in certain places there are links to the various railway tunnels that parallel it, and of course the ghosts found at several points.

"It was a bit damp," was his comment.

The month before I had booked an air b n B in Whitby, "Let's go and try their fish and chips," I said.

"Batters not as good, tastes funny." He just doesn't get joy from anything.

I was sat in Leo's flat supping at a diet coke.

"You want some rum with that?" He asked.

"No bro, I'm driving."

"Well you don't have to."

"You only have one small bed bro. No."

"How is dad?"

"Same old, just moans at everything. He has been the same ever since mum passed."

"Oh, he seems okay when I go round."

"That is because you just go round and talk football, you never do anything like put his clothes away, never take him out, not even up the pub."

"That's all he wants to do, so that is what I do with him. The stuff you do, he has no interest in, seriously, why do you bother?"

"I just want him to have a bit of quality of life."

"He isn't interested. Mum was his life, she's gone, he isn't interested in anything else."

"Oh sod it, I'll have some rum in my next coke. One won't hurt."

Leo went and poured me a rum and coke, and I took a large swig. It tasted different to what I was used to.

"What is this Leo, I don't recognise the taste?" I took another drink, it was growing on me.

"Oh, let's have a look. It says Spiced Jamaica overproof rum."

"Well it is a bit lush."

He topped me up a few times and then I realised there was no way I was driving anywhere. I berated him, and called him a sneaky boy, his response was to tickle me. I hate being tickled, it hurts me more than makes me laugh.

"Ouch, ouch, stop it," I squealed, trying to poke him to make him stop, it just made him worse, and then he was pulling my blouse up and tickling me direct on my skin, fingers at my side and then on my boobs.

I tried to stop him, but it wasn't happening and eventually I managed to straddle him and pin his arms down. That quietened him and then I realised my brother had a nice big hard lump in his trousers.

"Oh Leo," I giggled "your sister made you have a hardy."

"Oh Mica, how could that possibly happen," and he thrust his groin upwards, forcing his hard dick against my crotch, causing me to gasp.

It did feel good, but that was the rum speaking, I shouldn't be getting sexual thoughts of my brother, but I knew I was very wet down there. I could feel my lips sliding against each other as I moved.

Leo started sliding back and forth, simulating sex.

"If you're going to do that, I need more rum," I said.

"If you want more rum, you are going to have to move." He answered.

I relaxed a little to get off him, and he had me by my arms and flipped me over, and then he was atop me, pressing his hardness against my fanny, pushing my lips apart with his arousal. He leant forward and kissed me, my lips betraying me and responding, kissing my brother back, my tongue dancing with his.

His hands were up my skirt and I felt him grasp my knickers and pull them down, I felt naked, exposed. He quickly moved and was between my legs before I could react, his tongue roaming up and down my sex, licking inside my valley, pressing at my clitoris, and two fingers pressing inside me.

Was it the rum, was it lust, was it carnal desire? All I knew is that right at that moment I wanted my brothers dick inside me, what I had was a couple of fingers. Not quite the same, but at least they weren't my fingers.

"Let's have more rum and then we can go to bed."

"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your wicked way with me?" I asked.

"Oh that has already happened, you are already drunk, and my way won't be wicked, it'll be beyond wicked."

"You're not getting me drunk enough to shag my arse."

"Can't beat a bit of backdoor action sis."

"Not my backdoor, that stays locked and you don't have the key."

"I have rum," he said pushing me aside and getting up, his fingers easily sliding out of me, too easily, I was so wet.

He came back and added two fingers of rum to my glass. I cradled the glass in my hands as he stood and pulled his shirt off, sitting next to me in just his trousers. I was already knickerless, so I just cradled my rum, sipping, enjoying the heat in my mouth.

"Come on, lets go up," I said as I finished my rum. I was buzzing, there was a hum about my crotch. I picked my knickers up and headed up. In the loo I weed, gave my fanny a quick wash and dry and then headed to his bedroom and took my skirt and bra off.

I turned and knelt on his bed, on my knees and palms. I love it doggy, but it has to be the right doorway.

I heard him take off his trousers and then climb on the bed behind me. I felt his dick slide between the cheeks of my arse and then press at my sphincter.

"You go in there and I will cut your balls and dick off and shove them up yours," I said.

He slid on past my sphincter and ran his dick along my wet, slick valley and then pulled back and I felt him at my entrance, just hovering, a little pressure at my opening, no more.

He coughed, it startled me, and at that moment he slammed into me, sliding all the way in, balls deep in one movement. Neat trick. He filled my fanny, he was at my depth. I know how deep I am, and he is longer. But the thing with Leo is, he also has great girth and I could feel him stretching me wide as well as pressing me deep into my body.

He pulled back slightly and then pushed again, back a little and then hard in. It felt as if he were trying to extend me, make me deeper, but I didn't think he could. Short of somehow extending into my womb, I was as deep as I was.

His pace began to increase, pulling back almost as far as my entrance and then pushing hard in. I couldn't feel his foreskin moving or the rim of his dick as it squeegeed inside me, his movements were too fast, I found myself gasping, just breathing in, not out, it felt like I would burst like a balloon.

My pressures were building, I could feel my clitoris pulsing, my arse cheeks burning as he slapped against them. Faster he went, deeper he went, I knew I was at my limit, and then my orgasm erupted though my body, explosions of pain surrounded by pleasure shot through my entire body, my back arched my head flung up and I screamed as my climax engulfed my body, and as I began to come down I felt his ejaculation inside me, spurt of spurt, him filling my fanny, my womb with his white man juice.

The next morning I went home, showered, washed as best as I could and put clean knickers on and a sundress. I went to Tesco and bought dad some crisps and snacks and headed over to see him.

"Hi dad," I said, greeting him as I walked through the door. He was still in his PJs.

"Morning Mica. They bought my lunch with them at the same time as my breakfast, I won't see them until Teatime now. Have you come to take me out again?"

"No daddy, let's stay in today, shall we? We won't be disturbed for a few hours, we can chat."

I went into the kitchen and put the things I had bought him into the cupboard.

"Right dad, where shall we sit?"

"We might as well sit in the living room," he said.

"Okay dad." I went in and sat in the sofa, dad sat in the armchair opposite.

"I used to look forward to being alone at home with Viktoria, your mum was so special." Dad said, a smile on his face.

"Yes she was dad, what did you do when you were together?"

"Oh she would sit opposite me, like you are now. She would tease me Mica, tease me something wicked."

"Oh, in what way dad?"

"Sometimes she wore no knickers and she would push the soles of her feet together."

"Oh, I don't understand." I am such a putz at times.

"Do it Mica, put the soles of your feet together."

So, like an idiot, I did.

"See, there you are, only she had no knickers, so I could see her fanny, unlike you with your little white knickers, hiding your fanny."

As I said, I am an idiot and he fooled me into showing my knickers.

"Well, you are my dad, I am not supposed to be showing you my fanny."

"Your mother used to love to show me hers, all nicely shaven and bare, a sight to please my heart it was, it could be today, but, well, you are covering up."

Which is more than dad was doing. His dick had hardened and was sticking up out of the fly in his PJ's.

"Which you are not doing dad," I said pointing at his dick.

"Fat lot of use that is, nowhere to put it. A man can dream, that is all I can do these days, nothing to inspire me."

"I am just going to the loo dad, back in a minute. Shall I make a cup of tea whilst I am up?"

"No, it just goes straight through me."

I got up and went to the loo. I sat there for a moment my head in a strange place. I shook my head, and pulled my knickers fully off. He wants inspiration? I will give him some then. I left my knickers on the side of the hand wash basin and went back to the sitting room and sat down.

I said nothing but I did push my soles together and looked dad directly in the eye. He broke contact and looked down, I swear his dick jerked.

"Yes, Yes, that is what my Viktoria did."

"And what did you do dad, when Viktoria showed you her bare and naked fanny?"

"I would get up, kneel between her legs and I would lick her fanny baby, I would like to lick her fanny."

I took the cushion from beside me and dropped it on the floor between my legs.

He looked at me once more and then rose to his feet and then knelt between my legs. I leant back and closed my eyes. I could feel my dress being lifted, dad was examining his daughters fanny in all its naked glory. A breath, I felt a breath and then the heat and wetness of a tongue as he pressed between my labia.

"You taste like her, you taste just like she tasted when she had been shagged, she would have white dribbles leaking from her too."

I doubted it was her son's white dribbles. Obviously evidence of Leo remained. My brother had shagged me, my father was licking me. I had no place for embarrassment with sperm leaking from my fanny.

Daddy ran his tongue from my clitoris, down my valley dabbing at my urethra then down to my fanny, pushing in slightly, then beyond. I shivered, and then he ran his tongue gently all the way back. As he touched my clitoris my body tensed and I gasped.

Daddy ran his finger around my entrance, pushing my folds to one side, dipping into my opening, my breath held. Daddy sucked my clitoris gently into his mouth and as I was being inhaled, a second finger followed his first and went further inside me, wiggling and widening.

"Daddy," I gasped, "what did you and Mum, Viktoria do then?" His ministrations were intense, I was struggling to main control. I gasped, a little intimate gasp as his fingers widened inside me.

"We would go to our bedroom Mica."

"And then what daddy?"

"Viktoria and I would undress, Mica."

"And then what daddy?"

"We would shag Mica, shag like animals in the forest."

"Would you like to go the bedroom?"

"Would you like to shag, Mica?"

And there it was. "Yes daddy."

"Then we shall go to my bedroom Mica."

Dad got up from his knees and led the way to his bedroom, I followed, my heart fluttering like a giddy teenager.

In his bedroom dad took his pyjama top and then his bottoms and I had my first proper look at his dick. It stuck forward, not as upright perhaps a a younger man but it was hard and ready. I took my dress and bra off and I was naked before my dad, possibly for the first time since I was a baby. I moved to the bed and sat on it and then lay back, my legs apart, awaiting my dad's touch.

He looked me up and down, his dick jerked, and then he looked me straight in the eye.

"You look as good as your mum, probably better. Are you as good a shag I wonder?" Nice way with words my dad.

He sat on the bed and swivelled towards me, and said:

"How do you want it?"

That was a very strange question, I mean, he has a dick, I have a fanny, we combine them, and shag. That is it really.

"How do you mean?"

"Your mum liked to fool around a bit first, is that what you would like, or would you like to just, you know, get on with it."

"Ever the romantic dad, ever the romantic. Why don't you do what you would like to do. You don't have to do everything in one sitting dad, I am sure that there will be other opportunities, but that is up to you."

"Up to me, as in, how I perform."

"Possibly dad."

Dad lay down and hovered his mouth over my crotch. To be honest it was all feeling a bit clinical. He pursed his lips and blew along my crease, my lips tingling as the warm breath excited them. I closed my eyes and eased my legs apart as dad blew. I felt a finger tease its way between my labia and slide along my valley, dabbing gently at my clitoris. That got my attention, little fires burning ready to spread heat throughout my body.

I murmured noises of appreciation as a finger circled my entrance, easing my opening. His tongue slid along my valley and licked my clitoris adding fuel to the fires burning within, and then two fingers penetrated, straight at first, and then crooking within me, oh my. The fingers within parted, stretching me, widening me, preparing me for the main event to come.

Dad sucked my clitoris into his mouth, his tongue barely touching but still electrifying, the lightest touch just adding to the magic. His fingers within were moving in and out, I was so wet that they moved with ease. I started stroking dad's back and neck as he enjoyed my clitoris again, and then he pulled back and lay down.

"Will you go on top Mica? My back isn't what it used to be."

"Of course I will dad." I leant across and wrapped my lips around his dick, pulling it into my mouth and then began a slow mouth shag, not too deep, but enough to get him fully ready. My fingernails teased his balls as I mouthed his dick, and I felt his buttocks clench, he was ready. I pulled away and straddled dad, and slowly lowered myself, my hand guiding his dick to my entrance, slowly lowering myself over him, feeling his dick go past my entrance and inside me, his foreskin bunching as a engulfed him.

I began to rock back and forth, his dick sliding inside me, fully in, then almost out. At my slow pace I could feel his foreskin roll, I could feel the rim of his dick sliding over my little imperfections, each one waking up and sharing the pleasure.

As I leant forward, my lips were pressed wide open and my clitoris pressed against dad's mons, and then as I rocked back, my lips closed around the shaft of his dick and I had an empty feeling, until I leant forward and dad's dick filled me again.

I started rocking faster, trying to press myself down more, forcing him deeper into my fanny. As I moved, I squeezed his dick with my fanny muscles, as if I were milking him. His breathing changed and his fingers began to squeeze tightly at my waist.

"Oh dad," I said as if to encourage him, "your dick feels so good inside me, filling me, touching all my little internal buttons dad."

"Yes," he gasped, 'yes, I am cumming."

He pushed up as I pushed down, I felt his ejaculations, spurts within me, flooding my fanny.

"Oh fuck," dad gasped as his orgasm consumed him. I didn't, to be honest it didn't matter, this was for dad.

"Sure as hell beats going to a bloody museum."

"Oh good," I answered. "So this is your excursion of choice then dad? My fanny? Was I as good as mum?"

"Oh yes. But we need more comparisons to be absolutely certain."

No surprise there then.