I was asked to write this story by a friend. I do hope that you like it. I would appreciate any feedback you would care to give.
Chapter 1
I shouldn't have done it, but I had to. My daughter was acting even weirder after her Eighteenth birthday. It was only a month ago, I just figured she just thought she was a full blown adult. So here after I heard her scream she was leaving for school, I ran downstairs to give her money for her lunch. She was already gone. I entered the kitchen to see if she at least made one for her self. I was relieved when I saw on the table what was left of her mess. I started to clean up after her putting away the bread first. Next was the ham and cheese. I then proceeded to move the package of lunch bags she left. That's when I found it. Her diary.
I picked it up to bring it to her room, but then she might think I read it. I was unable to move. She was my daughter and I had to respect that she would want her privacy. I put it back on the table where I found it and went upstairs to continue getting ready for work. When I came back downstairs it was still there. I made myself some coffee and sat down to relax before I had to go. I should have left right then and there. The diary called out to me and I picked it up again, this time opening it. I flipped through trying to catch a word that would justify me reading it. "Fuck." That was the word that caught my attention.
I found the beginning of the journal entry. It was dated right before her birthday. Almost a full two months ago. I argued with myself on whether to continue or not. My morals said I should just put it back down. My morals lost. This is what it said.
Dear Diary:
I am so happy. I am almost ready. I just got off line with my friend and she thinks I should go for it. I am waiting till I my birthday so this way he can't say I am to young. I have been so attracted to him for so long. Ever since I was younger I wanted him. I just had to wait even though I didn't want to. Now I only have to wait another month. I am afraid though. Does every daughter want to fuck her father? I feel so naughty wanting to do it. I love telling all my online friends about my unspeakable desire. I get so turned on thinking about him. The way he smells when he comes home from work. Well, Diary, I don't know what to do. Till tomorrow my friend. Crystal.
I couldn't believe it. I was in shock. I sat there for a few moments wondering what to do. I turned to the beginning of the book.
Dear Diary:
I was online today in a chat room called unspeakable desires. Today was the first time I spoke up. I use to just jump around other chat rooms but there were a lot of things that turned me on. I would always just read and never respond. After hearing everyone else's fantasy there was only one I wanted. I don't wish to write it just yet. My friend told me I should make a diary and write down all that I feel in it. So that is why I got you. I found so many different people to talk to. It's just that now I am turned on by so many kinky things and I only just learned how to drive. Everyone says I should do it now when I am young at heart. I just don't think I am ready yet. I think I will write it. I want to make love with my Dad. Till tomorrow my friend. Crystal.
I was shocked. I put the book down and called work telling them that I was not feeling well. I would be in tomorrow if I were better. I brought the book upstairs with me and decided to read it from cover to cover. I learned a few things about my teenage daughter that day. One: that she liked the idea of being with me. I couldn't believe it, me, her own father. Two: she likes it rough, real rough. She even stated she wanted to be fucked by three guys while I watched. How did my daughter get this way? Three: she took an interest in girls. This friend of hers online apparently put a lot of ideas in her head. Four: she loved to be called dirty names. I also found out something about myself. I wanted to fuck my daughter.
Chapter 2
I entered into my daughter's room with her Diary. Placing it on the bed with the note I wrote. It simply stated that she left it on the table. I reread the diary two more times. My dick was dripping with pre-cum. Now here I stood in my little girls' room. I sat on her bed rubbing my hands over her pink comforter. I was in a daze staring at her computer. I figured what the hell; I already broke her trust. I got up and went to her computer desk. It was the same one I bought for one of her birthdays. I wonder if she talked about this then.
I turned on the computer and waited for it to warm up. In no time I jumped on line and looked through her favorite places. In about five minutes I saw all the adult sites she liked to visit. The one I checked out was literotica.com. She book marked a few stories. I read them all. One was where a daughter was forced to have sex with her Dad, another was a gang banging daughter, even a few rape fantasies. I read them all oblivious to everything. Then I saw someone wanted to talk to me or rather to her.
GothKitty: Well, did you yet?
I assumed it was her female friend. What was I to do? I didn't think about this. I figured it would be easier to reply.
TenchiAngel: Do what yet?
GothKitty: You Know FUCK your father. You've only been talking about it for the past three weeks.
What was I to say to that? I was at a loss for words. Here was this girl asking my daughter if she fucked me yet. What was I to do? I sat there in my daughter's chair trying to type something, anything. A picture of me sat on the desk to the right. I felt like I had no right to be there. Well, If I didn't think of something fast then this GothKitty would be asking my daughter later what was going on.
TenchiAngel: No. Did you?
She didn't respond right away. Should I type again or just continue to wait? I waited for her answer wondering if I said the wrong thing. Would she know I wasn't my daughter?
GothKitty: Who is this? You're not Crystal
I couldn't believe she gave her real name. Didn't I teach her anything?
TenchiAngel: What are you talking about? Yes, I am.
GothKitty: No you're not. Katrina knows I've been fucking my father for the last five years. Is this...Is this her Dad?
Oh Shit. I should have just ignored her. Well, how much more trouble could I get in? The rest of the conversation went like this:
TenchiAngel: Yes, I am. What did you do to my daughter? Why did you put these sick ideas in her head?
GothKitty: Me? I don't think so she came out and told me her desire first. After she told me everything I told her I was already doing my Dad.
TenchiAngel: So why are you edging her on. Let her be. Tell her you lied to her and it's sick.
GothKitty: Why should I do that? I don't think it's sick. You read her Diary didn't you?
I stopped writing in shock. She knew, this little whore, was the one who told her to write that thing.
GothKitty: Well, Are you still there?
TenchiAngel: Yes. What am I supposed to say. Here I find out that my daughter wants to fuck me and you have been fucking your father. I am just shocked. I don't know what to do. Yes, I did read her diary.
GothKitty: Fuck her like the whore she is. Did you know that? Your daughter is a fucking Internet slut. She goes into all kinds of chat rooms and cybers with everyone. Especially me! You know though she is saving herself for you.
TenchiAngel: My daughter is not a slut.
GothKitty: Sure she is. Wait till she finds out I chatted with you.
TenchiAngel: You can't tell her.
GothKitty: Sure I can.
GothKitty: Are you hard? Is your dick soaking your underwear? Think about it. Most men want to fuck their daughters and now you have the opportunity.
TenchiAngel: You are sick
GothKitty: Just as sick as your daughter? Listen! Go downstairs. Remember where she used to play with her dolls. Check out that room and you let me know what you think. I will wait a week before I say anything.
