This is an entirely fictional father/daughter love story of consensual adult incest. If such a topic upsets you then please go somewhere else.
I pull up my covers in the night and shudder as I think of what happened the other day. But let me give you the background on me first. I'm twenty years old, I live with my Dad. My mother died two years ago when I was eighteen and my father has never really gotten over this. However, she wasn't the most adorable mother in the world. I loved her so much, but she was an alcoholic and my father had really despaired of her. It was tough. Eventually her liver packed up and the police found her dead in the local park. It was horrible. I always thought it would happen, but when it actually did I felt rather numb. I have been ever since.
Now ever since then my father and I have been close. Really close. I can tell him anything. He always listens to me. We spend most nights together. Whether I'm in all night or I come home later from being out with my friends, he is always there for me and we will always sit up together before we go to bed.
Now let me tell you what happened. A couple of months ago we were on the sofa and we had had quite a lot to drink. I sat on his lap and he hugged me, thinking nothing of it. ..Until I leant down and kissed him. I kissed him hard, slipping my tongue between his lips, bringing my arms around him to hold him as I continued my assault on his mouth. He had realised what was going on and pushed me away.
"Jesus Desiree" he had gasped. "What's got into you? You're drunk honey, go to bed" he had told me, lying back on the couch.
We didn't discuss it the next day. I hadn't meant to kiss my father, by the way. It was purely an accidental thing, I was drunk and he is the only man I trust, really trust. So it just felt right when I kissed him. I had thought about it the morning after, embarrassed to face him that day, my cheeks burning. He just asked me what I wanted for breakfast and made me toast before he went to work, kissing me on the cheek before he left. He obviously thought it was just me being drunk, which it was, but afterwards it had really made me think.
Now my father is a very attractive man. He is 5'9, broad, with wavy hair and chocolate eyes. He hasn't dated since my mother died either. I did wonder about his sex life. He hasn't had sex for two years, I know that much. But I wondered when he masturbated. I have to get myself off every day so if his sex drive was anything like mine, I wondered where he got the time since he was always with me in the evenings. Yes, I know he probably does it when he goes to bed. You do wonder, though, if there's something missing in that.
One night, while my curiosity was still in its infancy regarding my father, we were talking and he asked me why I don't date.
"Daddy, I don't think I could ever find someone I really wanted to be with who would look after me properly" I said, running my hands over my arms. "Not like you" he ran his hands through my hair.
"Sweetheart ... you will find someone who has all the qualities you want in a man, no rush" he said to me. I smiled and nestled my head into his shoulder and he stroked my hair protectively.
The next morning I decided to leave my clothes in my room as it was such a humid day I didn't want to get dressed in the bathroom. I dried myself off a bit and walked to my room holding my towel without a stitch on.
My Dad caught me.
"Desiree..." he started, not knowing where to look, I stood there for a moment, realising what he could see. I pulled the towel up over my body.
"Sorry Dad" I mumbled.
"It's okay, sweetie"
I trundled to my room.
That evening it had cooled down a bit but I was still scantily clad in the living room. Tonight we were watching a film which was a bit racier. Don't get me wrong, it was a serious film but it had quite a lot of sex scenes in it. I lay down and rested my head on my father's lap, tilting my head to the side as I watched the film as he wrapped his arm round my waist, resting his hand firmly on my stomach. When one particularly raunchy scene was on I tilted my head back further into my father's lap, my chest moving up and down as I breathed deeper. I suddenly felt his penis hardening slightly under my head as I lay there. I looked at him sharply. He looked at me.
"Sweetie, could you sit up a minute?" he asked. He was obviously trying to hide the fact that he had an erection, but it was too late, I had already felt it. I sat up, looking into his eyes.
"Is this better?" I asked. I leant forward and softly kissed him on the mouth, running my tongue over his lip seductively. He jerked away suddenly.
"Desiree, what on earth are you doing?" he spluttered, staring at me wide eyed.
"I felt you get hard" I whispered. "I was just doing what felt nice" he looked sternly at me.
"Desiree, it is never okay to kiss me like that, you hear me? Never!" He shouted.
I looked down, ashamed. I felt so bad. I had kissed my father and I had liked it. I began to cry, tears slipping down my cheeks involuntarily.
"I'm...I'm sorry!" I stammered, running upstairs to my room.
"Desiree!" He cried, following me. I walked as fast as I could to my room. I slammed my door behind me, sat on my bed and cried. After a few minutes I heard a soft tap on the door. "Desiree, can I come in?" my father inquired, waiting at the door.
"Come in" I said loudly.
My Dad walked in, slowly approaching my bed.
"Oh honey, please don't cry, I don't want you to cry" he said softly. I put my face in my hands and he sat next to me, enveloping me in a hug, stroking my hair.
"..Dad I'm so sorry" I stuttered between sobs. He just held me close, kissing my head.
"Darling, it's okay. It's alright. I don't blame you for what you did, we both got a bit ... hot and flustered, it's not you. You're a young woman now, you have sexual urges. We just got our wires crossed, that's all"
I looked up at him. His chocolate brown eyes burned into mine.
