Family love can go very deep, but some further than others. Should the subject of incest bother you, read this fantasy no further. For those who indulge, or dream of it, relax and enjoy this fictional tale.
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I always looked at my father with respect and love, never realising that my love for him went further than society allowed. Playing games and fooling around always involved touching and grabbing, no matter who it was, but as I got older, the touches seemed different somehow. After high school, I continued to live at home, going to the local junior college. Mom and Dad both worked, so lots of days were all mine at home.
One day, I was just home from school, and relaxing in the back yard. I had a drink and a book, lots of southern sunshine and a gentle breeze. I was lost in my book, sunning myself in next to no clothes. I had a small pair of shorts on, and a loose tied top that somehow had come untied and fallen off my 38-C breasts. My soft, pale skin soaked up the warmth of the sun from the top of my five foot two head to my long tender toes.
The story I was reading was a hot romance, and it was having its effect on me. I could feel the moisture seeping from my swelling vulva and the heat building in my belly. My hand found its way under the waistband of my shorts and over the smooth shaven mound of my sex. Gently, I rubbed my erect clitoris and slipped a finger into myself. I could hear myself moaning softly as I brought on a series of small orgasms.
My nipples were stiffer than normal, almost pulsing with need. Oh! How I wished for someone to suck on them and knead my soft breasts! I wanted to feel the way the character in my book was feeling with her gentleman friend. My drink was empty, and I went into the house to refresh it. I left my top where it was, on the grass outside. As I stood by the sink I heard a soft noise coming from the den.
My curiosity led me there, mostly because I thought I was alone in the house. The door was partially open, and when I got closer I recognised the sounds of a man masturbating! It wasn't just any man, it was my father! He was furiously jacking his erect penis, and calling out my name!
"Oh, Karen! That's my little girl! Oh, yes. Make your daddy cum!"
I had never heard my father talk like that, let alone include me! At first I was shocked that he could think of me like "that". But, while I kept staring at the fat, red piece of flesh in his hand, my pussy was getting wetter! 'How can I think like this!' I said inside. My mind was saying no, but my hand was deep inside my dripping slit! Just as I was going to cum, I heard my father cry out.
"AHHHH! KARENNNN!!!! ... YESSSSSS!" He bellowed, shooting ropes of his man juice across the room. Spurt after spurt of thick yellowish-white goo flew from the tiny hole in his penis. I had never watched a man squirt his stuff before, it was very hot!
I ran from the hallway and back outside to get dressed and pretend that nothing had happened. I could not help but keep that picture and his words in my mind. I was still in need of a cum, so I quickly frigged my clitty to another small release. It helped, but I was still very horny!
That evening, we all sat and watched TV before bed, and went our separate ways. I thought I detected a difference in the way daddy looked at me, but wasn't sure. I finally got a good orgasm going with a latex toy I kept hidden next to my bed. I surprised myself when I heard me calling out "Yes, Daddy! Fuck your little girl! Fill me with your cum, Daddy!" I slapped my hand over my mouth, hoping no one else heard me.
What was happening to me? Why was I suddenly thinking of Daddy in a sexual way? Society always dictated that incest was wrong, but it didn't feel wrong, inside. After all, if there were no incest in the animal kingdom, there wouldn't be tigers and lions and any other species. That's how they build the strongest bloodlines and best traits.
I started wearing less and less around the house, especially if I knew Daddy was nearby. I don't have a model's body, far from it. I was always a little heavy for my short stature, "baby fat" is what Mommy called it. But even now, at nineteen, I'm still very soft and 'fluffy'. Not that you can't see my waist and hips, but you definitely can't see any bones!
I'd had boyfriends in school, and lost my cherry right after graduation, but he was just after a 'hole to stick it in'. He wasn't very nice to me, after. I still had cravings for sex, and learned how to give myself a good orgasm with my fingers and some 'toys'. Up until now I have only had two other penises inside my vagina. I started wondering how it would feel to have the penis that "made" me, inside my body.
Several weeks went by, and I almost 'caught' Daddy a couple more times. I just couldn't bring myself to walk in on him. One night, I had a dream, or at least thought it was a dream.
I was lying in bed nude, the cool breeze drifting through the window, thinking of sex. My fingers were resting at my puffy little mound getting wet with my dew. I must have drifted off to sleep. I saw a figure enter my room and stand by the bed. I couldn't tell who it was in the dim light of the window. I guessed it to be a man, I could smell after-shave or masculine cologne. The figure knelt next to my bed, and I felt warm, rough fingers lightly stroking my belly.
I didn't move, for fear of startling this shadowy person. The hands got bolder and cupped my soft 38-C breasts. It felt so nice, and my nipples stiffened under the soft touch. I could even feel my kitty getting wet. I played sleeping as the hands traveled over my navel and strayed to the soft fur above my vulva. I moaned softly and parted my legs, still feigning sleep.
