Author's Note: Over the years, I've had several requests from faithful readers for an incest story. After responding many times that this really isn't my cup of tea, I decided it could provide an interesting challenge, so I present my first (and only?) attempt at the genre...
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I had been looking forward to this for the past few weeks. My mom was heading out of town for an annual conference, and instead of tagging along like we had for the past few years, my dad and I were going to enjoy the weekend at home. Don't get me wrong, nothing against my mom, but my dad and I always had fun when it was just the two of us. He had already told me that we'd do whatever I wanted, so I had a full list of things I was hoping to do, places I was going to ask him to take me.
My mom left Friday morning, and the weekend of fun started Friday after school, when my dad took me to my favorite Mexican place for dinner, the photography exhibit at the museum, and then home to a pile of movies he'd rented from the video store. Even though this was my senior year, and I had just recently turned 18, it was just like old times, just like when we used to hang out when I was a little kid. As uncool as it sounds, my dad was still, like, my best friend.
We got settled on the couch, and he presented me with the batch of movies he'd picked out. I smiled as I looked through them - they were all 'chick flicks', romantic comedies that I knew he wouldn't have picked out except for my benefit.
"Oh, daddy, thanks! I know you don't really want to watch any of these, but how about this one," I grinned, showing him one with some teen heartthrob on the cover.
"Sure, honey, whatever you want, it's up to you this weekend!"
I loaded the video, kicked off my shoes, and joined my dad on the couch again, curling up next to him as the previews started. As the movie started, some cliche romantic comedy about a cute guy and a vulnerable girl everyone knew would get together in the end, I couldn't help but think how comfortable I still was hanging out with my dad. Even though I'd had a couple of boyfriends, and even fooled around a little more than my dad would probably want to know, part of me was still that little girl who hoped she would find someone as good as her dad someday.
I had my head on his lap by the time the movie reached its midpoint, a sexy scene where the main characters made out before their cliche breakup that set up their cliche reunion that would end the movie. Only problem was, this sexy scene was a little more sexy than I was expecting, and I actually found myself getting a little turned on. I had gotten used to that tingly sensation between my legs when I talked to a cute guy, or fantasized about said cute guy before falling asleep at night, but not when I was around my dad!
I suddenly shifted my position on the couch, trying to diffuse my awkwardness. I sat up, leaned against him, and ended up putting my hand on his thigh. He put his arm around me, as he'd done so many times before, with harmless affection, but now it made me even more aware of how awkward I felt at that moment. That awkwardness grew exponentially when I became aware of the hardness growing in his lap.
I wasn't experienced by any means, but I knew enough to know what was happening. My dad was reacting, just like I was, to the movie. Oh well, it would be over soon enough. But I couldn't help but be fascinated. I knew it was wrong for me to have such thoughts, but all I could think about was the fact that my dad was getting an erection. And it didn't go away, even as the movie progressed I to one of those cheesy scenes I knew he hated.
I caught myself stealing glances, confirming with my eyes what I could already tell through the touch of my hand: that his jeans were straining as his erection grew. Before I realized what I was doing, my hand slid higher on his thigh, overwhelmed by curiosity.
"It's OK, honey, if you want to touch it," he whispered, and although his voice was gentle as always, I jumped.
I looked up into his eyes, and found them to be as warm and comforting as ever. He wasn't mad, I wasn't in trouble, and so I let my hand continue traveling up his leg until it reached his crotch. I was surprised to feel the warmth between my legs grow hotter as I began to rub my hand back and forth across the hard bulge in his jeans.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do next, and hoped more than anything that he would make some move, either to stop me or to guide me before I did something wrong. Almost as if he could read my mind, he brought his hands to his waist and unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants. I backed away and watched as he reached into his pants and pulled out his long, hard, erect penis.
I gasped when I saw it, and he chuckled at my reaction. I knew from health class that they grew when men were aroused, but I had no idea they grew so much, and got so straight and hard! I had seen my dad's penis a few times over the years, like in those awkward moments when I'd catch him coming out of the shower. I'm sure it was no more than three inches, and all soft and flabby looking. I always wondered what the appeal was. But now it was at least twice that long, and standing up straight and tall from his crotch.
"Oh, my god, daddy. What am I supposed to do with it?"
"Just take it in your hands, and rub up and down."
I did as I was told, as I usually did when he gave me instructions. I had no idea if I was doing anything right, but then he sighed and leaned back into the couch.
"Now, take it into your mouth."
"What?"
"It's OK, sweetie, really. Just start by kissing it, licking it, and then when you're ready, suck a little bit of it into your mouth."
I leaned down to try what he suggested, and giggled - as I always did when I was nervous - when the tip of it quivered as I kissed it. But what I felt next I can hardly describe. While I was focused on the tip of his penis, I hadn't noticed as my dad had reached his hand down and was now, suddenly, creeping up my skirt. Before I knew what was happening, he had reached his hand into my panties, and was gently rubbing against me.
I was shocked at how good it felt, and sighed with pleasure as I tried taking more of his penis into my mouth. I had experienced guys feeling me up before, but it had never felt particularly good. Now I realized they must not have known what they were doing. This felt absolutely amazing!
It was now that the reality of what was happening hit me. This was my dad, which meant we weren't supposed to be doing this! I felt a pang of shame as that thought crashed into the feelings of pleasure that were moving through my body. Was it wrong to be enjoying this? Was he wrong to be doing what he was doing? I had always trusted my dad completely, and it's not like he was forcing me to do something I didn't want to do. It was just as I was worrying about this that I heard his voice whispering in my ear, that warm comforting voice that always put me at ease.
"It's OK, honey, don't worry."
I never did know how he could read my mind like that, but he'd been doing it my whole life. Just then, I felt one of his fingers slip inside of me, and I was overwhelmed with another rush of new sensations. I writhed under his touch, eager to repay his efforts with my own attentions on his penis, but not sure what to do but to try to swallow even more of him. I must have guessed right, as he moaned and quickened the rhythm of his finger inside of me.
Just as I was beginning to expect the rhythm of his touch, he whispered into my ear again.
"You're awfully good at this, sweetie, are you sure you're not more experienced than you'd like me to believe?"
"Daddy, don't be silly!"
"Good, because you know what the punishment would be, don't you? Mr. Tickle might have to come out of retirement!!"
My body stiffened at even the mention of the dreaded Mr. Tickle. My dad had always been able to reduce me to a weakened, giggling version of myself after just a few moments of skillful tickling. Tickling was like my kryptonite. It had been at least a few years since the last appearance of the tickle monster, but the memories were vivid.
I started to giggle in anticipation even before his fingers reached my ribs, and as we wrestled around on the couch, it was just like old times again - except when he touched my breasts, squeezing briefly before returning to innocent tickling. I was laughing to the point of tears before he finally stopped, and came to rest on top of me. Pinned beneath him, I helplessly but eagerly awaited his next move.
"Do you trust me, honey?"
"Of course, daddy."
He reached down and pushed my skirt up around my waist, then pulled my panties down to my knees. His fingers began to touch me again, and once again the amazing new sensations rushed through my body.
"You're very wet, honey. Are you ready for me?"
