I Choose....
Time has shown us that the individual determines the good and evil, right and wrong of morality, sexuality, perversion, incest, and even love. Ask yourself, "Which is stronger, truer, a father's incestuous emotional and physical need for his daughter or the predatory desires of a much older man for the naïve innocence of a young girl?" Or does it all just boil down to the adage, "The heart wants what the heart wants?"
This story contains references to consensual and nonconsensual incest, force, older man/younger woman relationship, reluctance, coercion, and dominance, anal, predatory.
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1915 - East Texas
I had always thought of Ginny Alexander as a "good girl." Despite being mixed race (mulatto Mama and white trash Daddy), she was the daughter of one of my long time sharecroppers; I don't think I ever thought of her as having loose morals or sleeping around with any buck who looked in her direction. Actually, I never thought about her one way or the other; she was just a sharecropper's nit.
Old Lucas Alexander (everyone called him Pappy), Ginny's Daddy, had been working on one or another of my farms for over two decades, starting before Ginny and his other kids were born. Pappy had to have been in his late sixties by now and still as lecherous and irresponsible as he had always been. Rumors had it that when the old bastard was a much younger man, he had latched onto a desperate, young mulatto girl who he married after he fucked and knocked her up repeatedly until she had given him five near white babies, of which Ginny was the youngest. As they grew older, I would occasionally see Ginny and her brothers playing out in the east pasture, but I never thought too much about them other than they should have been helping Pappy with the crops instead of horsing around and playing all the time.
Life was hard for everybody during that time, white and colored, old and young, rich and poor. Times were especially tough for folks who had to make a living sharecropping. Sometimes the pressure and responsibility could get heavy when a man couldn't take care of his family the way he wanted, and a man might turn to drink or even take that frustration out on their family with verbal or physical abuse in one form or another. Once in a while, I'd hear my daughter Stephanie talking about how Pappy had whopped one of his kids or locked them up in the corn crib overnight for doing or saying something he didn't like. It's not that I didn't care about what was happening, but my primary concern was his raising a good crop and not how he treated his young'un.
A few years passed, and Ginny's brothers, who were now young men, still worked with their father, Pappy, on the farm but now had their own families. Ginny was nineteen and still at home with Pappy, cooking and caring for him and their little house. One day, Stephanie came home upset. Despite their different stations, she and Ginny had grown up together and considered themselves friends. Stephanie said she had seen Ginny in town, and Ginny had large bruises on her arms. She added that Ginny had been acting differently lately, quiet, stand-offish, and withdrawn.
"I don't know what's wrong with her. She doesn't want to talk about it," Stephanie had said in a concerned voice.
"Daddy, things are just horrible for Ginny now that her brothers have all moved out of the house. Do you think we could hire her to work here? Maybe, help Auntie Ree in the kitchen or Sally with the housework or something?"
"Honey, I don't think so. We don't need any more help around here," I quickly replied.
"Oh please, Daddy. It's terrible how he treats her, especially since her mama passed. Please."
While my relationship with my wife had long ago become two strangers living under one roof, I looked over at my daughter and, in my heart, knew I had never been able to refuse her anything.
As far as my daughter was concerned, I had always been the perfect father. I could do no wrong and had always been there to help, guide and cater to her. Hugging me tightly and gently kissing my cheek, she said again, "Please, Daddy," bringing me back to the moment.
"Alright, alright," I said with a feigned sigh of resignation.
*****
I hadn't seen Ginny in several years, and she had grown up. I remember my daughter Stephanie casually saying that her colored friend Ginny had been sent to live with her grandmother when the old woman had fallen ill. Ginny had lived with her grandmother until she died. When Ginny returned home, Stephanie and I ran into her one day in town, and my daughter reintroduced us. I was pleasantly surprised. Her pale coffee/cream complexion hinted at her racial origins, but nonetheless, for a colored girl, she was quite pretty. Small, maybe 5'4", 115 pounds; medium sized, but full and firm breast, slim waist, full hips, and well shaped legs. Full, pouty, sensual lips; short, curly hair that covered her head in a profusion of thick, brownish red curls and long lashes highlighting large clear, intelligent brown eyes.
When Ginny's mother passed away, she was the only one left at home with Pappy, her father. Since her leaving would drastically change his circumstances, I wanted to talk to him about her moving into the main house and working for me. I went to their cabin one evening fully expecting to speak with Pappy and explain to him that her pay would be in the form of general store credit for him to use as he saw fit, an offer I knew would be irresistible to him.
It was close to 9:00 pm when I got to Pappy's cabin. As I stepped onto the porch, I immediately heard loud voices arguing and then a scream. Looking through the window, I could see them fighting.
"It's wrong! This is wrong," Ginny shouted at him. "You promised it would only be that one time... but you lied!"
She struggled against him, trying to break away when he pushed her hard, making her stumble backward. Regaining her balance, Ginny stood frozen in front of him for a moment before attempting to run past him toward the door. Pappy grabbed the back of her old, faded dress, causing it to rip down the back to her waist. Spinning her around, he tore at the remaining fabric, exposing two of the most beautiful creamy breasts I had ever seen.
I could feel my cock throb as my eyes feasted on her hard nippled breasts, full, firm mounds that displayed the same coffee/cream coloring as her complexion. Despite the abusive interaction with her father, her dark nipples were elongated with excitement. I imagined they were beginning to tingle and hurt in anticipation of what she knew he would do to her. Pinning her hands behind her back, Pappy held them tightly with one of his large, calloused hands as his mouth went to one of her protruding nipples, where he began to make obscene suckling noises. Ginny ineffectively struggled until he bit her nipple, making her cry out in pain but stand unresisting and submissively for him.
"Damn it, girl... even after I already took your cherry, you still want to fight with me," he growled.
Pushing his hand between her thighs and cupping her pussy, he continued, "You'll get used to it, and after a while, I'll have you spreading your legs for me, begging for me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours," he said with a disgusting laugh.
"Just don't fight me, girl, he warned her. I'm your Daddy. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you make me."
I watched and listened, mesmerized by everything that was happening and aroused by her helplessness and the effect it was having on my own awakening desire.
Oblivious to everything except what was between his daughter's thighs, Pappy pulled her onto the bed, bunched what was left of her dress around her hips, and mounted her. He began a steady rhythm of humping and thrusting into his daughter's pussy until he was covered in sweat. As I watched, I realized that the girl had stopped struggling and now lay under her father, her smooth tan legs encircling his waist as he had instructed her. After what seemed like a long time, Pappy momentarily stopped moving, and I knew from the expression on his face, the way his eyes rolled up in his head, that he could feel her pussy instinctively squeezing and releasing on his old man's cock, pushing him toward orgasm. Soon, I could see the girl begin to shake as she was enveloped in what I perceived to be a hard orgasm. She shuddered beneath Pappy, and I swear I held my breath and desperately rubbed my throbbing cock, imagining what it must have felt like when her pussy tightened around the base of his cock, forcing him to finally give in and ejaculate, spraying his incestuous white cum deep inside his sweet, sweet little girl's pussy.
Her legs remained spread apart as Pappy slumped forward and began grinding his hips into her. Snuggling close to Pappy, she softly moaned, "Oh, Daddy," into the now quiet room. Being careful not to make any undue noise that might alert them, I quietly backed away from the window and off the porch, where I could finally jack myself off and find the relief I needed.
As I drove home, I understood how Ginny had gotten the bruises my daughter had seen. The sudden appearance of those bruises had most certainly coincided with the first time Pappy had taken her with his immoral fucking. What was curious to me was that she apparently enjoyed being fucked by her Daddy. Though the act may have been initially without her consent, somewhere between the first time she had sex with him and tonight, things and desires had changed.
I eventually talked with Pappy, and, among other things, I warned him to stay away from Ginny. As far as I was concerned, he had abused her for the last time.
*****
Ginny had been with us for almost two months, and even in that short time, I am sure she was aware of the unspoken but increasing tension between us. Incestuous or not, Pappy had awakened her woman's body and instincts, and she knew and wanted the pleasure a man could give her.
For several weeks after Ginny moved into my house, I watched and lustfully fantasized about her. Though it had not been my intention, I had become obsessed with the girl and careless. Seemingly unable to help myself, I remember one morning catching her alone in my den, where with no regard for being discovered, I freed myself and began squeezing, rubbing, and pulling on my engorged cock in front of her.
"Come here, Ginny, I said. Put it in your mouth."
