Tiny Little – Journey Into Incest

Hi. My name is Tina. Last name is Little, which is an unfortunate coincidence since I am just under 4' 10" and about 90 pounds soaking wet. I always hoped and prayed that I'd go through a growth spurt, but I'm 18 and as tiny as can be. Soooo, I am Little by name and tiny by dimensions.

Actually, I shouldn't call myself tiny, because everyone else does, and I kind of hate it. My nickname at school had been Tiny Little, instead of Tina Little. I say my nickname "was" Tiny (which was bad enough), but recently one of the guys noticed that I don't date, so he renamed me "Tighty", which is a bit cruel, don't you think? My girlfriends countered and started calling me "Mighty". So yeah, that's me. Mighty Tight Tiny Little. FML, as they say.

I can't help the way I am, and it's not fair to make fun of me for not dating. It's not like I'm ugly. I know I'm not. I am lovely and proportionate. Sure, my tits are small, but my ass is quite fine, thanks very much, and I have a small waist and flat tummy. I have greenish eyes, long and very wavy black hair, and lots of facial freckles (especially across the bridge of my nose). Some people say they don't like their freckles, but mine are adorable and I think I'm pretty by conventional standards, especially if you like a perfect smile and very full and kissable lips. All natural, and all wrapped up in a cute, if not very large, package. No, I don't like saying that good things come in tiny packages. I'm a tiny package, and no one has come in me yet.

I look at lot like my Mom did, before she passed. No, I don't want to talk about that either. Other than to say that she always got attention from men wherever we went. She was a bit over 5' tall, so I kind of got robbed in the height department, but she was just so cute. Pretty, nice figure, and a pleasant smile for everyone. It was sometimes funny and sometimes awkward when someone would ask her name, and she'd have to admit that it was Mona. Mona Little. Sometimes a crude man would say "I'd make you moan a lot, Mona Little." She would always have a retort, like looking them up and down and saying "Doubtful" or something like that. If they were cute, she's tell them to not be so forward with a married woman, but with a smile and coquettish delivery.

Mona is my middle name, but that's a secret. Can you imagine if that was common knowledge? I know the guys at school would ask if Mighty Tight Tina could make them moan-a-Little? You know. Shit like that. FML indeed.

Daddy's lonely. I know it, but he puts on a brave face. Weird that his last name is Little, 'cause he isn't! I don't understand girls getting hot and bothered about androgynous men, like some pop stars. I like regular guys. Give me jeans and a t-shirt, hairy arms and rough hands that have calluses. Real man stuff. No pretty colognes. I strum and finger myself daily to images of real men pounding small girls. Just writing about it makes me want to go rub one out!

I like to cuddle with Daddy on the couch while we watch movies together in the evenings. It was comforting for both of us. Night times weren't as fun at all. I'd often lie awake at night, feeling sad, feeling alone. Feeling sad for Dad too. He's lost so much.

Recently, I woke up on the couch and arrangements changed, I guess you'd say. Well, I had fallen asleep curled up in Daddy's lap, so I didn't wake up on the couch. I woke up on Daddy. It was so nice and cozy. I was in a pair of bulky old track pants with an oversized sweatshirt. Nothing much else, just little white undies, under my sweats. He gave me a little shake and a "wake up, sleepyhead" to get me up. But I stayed there and made a show of cuddling in more.

The TV was muted, and the sound of rain lightly peppered the window of the family room. Daddy flipped off the TV using the remote and the room went dark. He let me snuggle a bit more for a minute, but then picked me up and carried me. It was easy. He's big and I'm .... little.

"No please, so cozy," I protested.

"I know Mona, sweetheart. I know."

"Why did you call me by my middle name?" I asked dozily.

"Oh sorry, Teeny Weenie, did I call you by your mother's name?"

"Oh Daddy, you haven't called me Teeny Weenie in a long time."

Daddy laughed.

"Daddy, please cuddle me more. I'm so comfy cozy."

Daddy laid me down and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night 'cause I had to pee. I hadn't even brushed my teeth yet. That's when I realized Daddy was in bed next to me. Hey, wait a sec, I thought, this is Daddy's room. I guess we did get a chance to cuddle more. That's so nice! But I was on top of the comforter, and he was under the sheets, so it wasn't like we were sleeping together or anything. Just sleeping, but like together too.

When I got back from the bathroom I had to decide -- should I stay or should I go? If I stay, do I just wear a track suit and lie on the comforter, or do I change into something else and get under the sheets? I just kind of stood and pondered, and the pecking of the rain on the window reminded me it was Fall and getting cold. Cold and rainy and dreary. It made me feel like I wanted to be warm and cozy and happy instead. Ok, I'm staying! But being cozy means snuggling Daddy. That means ... getting under the covers. That means being all hot and stuff in my tracksuit under the covers and stuff. Ok, so we are on track for a decision Teeny Weenie! Want to stay, want to cuddle under the sheets, but can't wear a track suit.

Then a moment of inspiration! Daddy's t-shirt was sitting on the edge of the bed. It's perfect. I pushed down my track pants, and peeled off my sweatshirt when a flash of lightning lit up the room. Was Daddy looking straight at me, at my naked tits?

"Daddy?"

Silence. Maybe he was asleep after all, and I just imagined it. I was kind of in a tizzy though. Butterflies, you know? Like, embarrassed kind of to be caught almost naked in front of Daddy, but it's kind of sexy in a way, to have a handsome man see you. Like, see you without your clothes and with your tits out and stuff.

"Daddy?"

"Teeny?" He said sleepily. "Lie down and go back to sleep, sweet pea."

Oh poo, maybe he was asleep after all. Now I feel funny. If I thought that he saw me naked I'd feel weird and turned on at the same time. Now I feel kind of disappointed, if that makes any sense. Talk about running a gamut of emotions in a matter of a minute.

I climbed into bed on the open side, under the covers, and slid backwards into Daddy. He put his arm around me, and I felt so secure and loved. He smells nice. Not like flowers or perfume or some girly stuff like a pretty boy. Like a man. He smells good and manly. When I push back against him, it's like a wall. He isn't going to be pushed around. There was a flash of lightning and a sharp crack of thunder right after. The storm was passing right over us. I acted scared, but I wasn't.

"Daddy, when I was little I used to come in to cuddle and be comforted when it was thundering out."

Silence. Ok, he went back to sleep.

BANG! A crack of thunder and a bright flash and I almost jumped out of this t-shirt. I pressed backwards into Daddy.

"Daddy?"

Daddy laughed softly. "Yes, Teeny Weenie jumping beanie?"

"I did jump! I did! That scared me that time!"

"I know Teeny. You're ok, you're with me now."

It was then that I felt it. I felt it before, like during the movie, but we're in bed and I feel his thing against my bum. It's all hard, like a baton. I didn't usually think about it too much. I mean, ok sure, I think about it, but for men it's involuntary. We learned this stuff in school, in Sex Ed. Men get spontaneous erections, something their stuff comes out at night and like that. Daddy's hard but he's probably dreaming.

He's probably dreaming. Dreaming about Mom and how he used to sleep with her in this very bed. I look a lot like her. Oh shit, this feels really weird now. I'll just lie still and not dwell on the big boner pressed against my ass. Nothing to see here, folks.

Ok, Daddy squirmed a bit in his sleep and rubbed it against me. I wish he was naked. Wait, why am I thinking that? I shouldn't think about my own Dad's wiener, even if it is hard and shoved into my butt crack. I mustn't squirm like Daddy and rub my ass on his cock. I mustn't. It feels good though. Daddy likes it, cause he's a bit squirmy too. We were dry humping at this point. I was a nervous wreck. This has to stop, and yet it's making me so hot. I wish he was naked. I wish I was too. I want to be touched and kissed.

Eventually we kind of naturally slowed down and stopped rubbing against each other. Daddy's hand snaked up under my t-shirt and around my waist. The tips of his long fingers were inches from my nipples. I ached for him to touch them. But he just lay there, blissfully asleep.

In the morning I woke up alone. Sun was shining through the breaks in the curtains, and I could smell breakfast cooking. I went downstairs still in Daddy's t-shirt. I liked it. I smelled like him, and felt soft and nice on my titties.

"Would you like some breakfast, Teeny?"

"Daddy, I get teased all the time. Can you just call me Tina?"

"Fraid not, Weenie!"

"Daddy!" I slapped his arm in mock indignation and tossed my tousled hair.

"Hey, is that my t-shirt? It looks good on you. Planning on doing Daddy today? Shit, I meant 'plan on being Daddy' today?" Daddy laughed riotously at his faux pas. "My shirt is kind of big for you, Weenie".

"Please stop teasing me! I know, I'm small. They call me Mighty Tighty at school ok, and I hate it." I immediately felt awkward and embarrassed.

"What the ... they call you what???" Daddy exclaimed.

"I'm sorry. You heard me."

"What ... why? You aren't ... you know ..."

"What Daddy? Am I a slut? Is that a real question?"

"No, of course not, I just...."

"Just what Daddy?"

"Never mind, Tina, I'm sorry. I just worry about you."

I climbed onto Daddy's lap and hugged him closely. "You never have to worry. I'm still Daddy's girl. I love you Daddy."

"I love you ... Weenie."

We just sat there. Daddy's hand was on my thigh. He didn't move it or anything. But it felt almost scalding. Like I couldn't ignore that big, rough hand just inches from my you-know-what.

"Breakfast?"

"Ok, Daddy!"

We ate breakfast in an awkwardly silent way, and I caught Daddy looking at me in his big t-shirt a few times. I was white and you could see my nipples if I stretched and yawned. After I caught him looking once, I made sure to yawn and stretch a few more times, to ensure the thin material pulled taut over my tits.

"Thanks Daddy, that was good. I'm going to go wash up. I'll leave your t-shirt on your bed first."

I knew that would tantalize him even more. That's because I told him I would take off this t-shirt, leave it on his bed, and then I would have to walk down the hall to my room topless. I knew that he knew that I'd be half naked walking about the house, even if briefly. I wondered if he would find a way to bumble down the hall to "catch" me topless?

Well, he didn't. He was too late, darn it. I heard his feet coming down the hall after I was in my room, following my very, very slow and leisurely saunter down the hall with my little tits out. Why couldn't he have come down the hall just 10 seconds earlier. It would have been such a delicious scandal. I would have feigned surprise and indignance, but would have been slow to cover up. Really put on a show before putting my hands over my nips. Alas, it was not to be.

Maybe I'll just march across the hall topless, on my way to the bathroom to shower. So I did. And he didn't 'catch' me then either. Maybe that's for the best. I shouldn't be trying to flash Daddy. I feel weird now. Maybe I just need to cum. Ok, shower later, rub my thingie now. I keep an email in my drafts folder with links to my favourite videos. I hate thinking of a video I once saw that I can't find any more, and feeling like I'd cum hard to it, if only I knew the right keywords.

Anyway, I clicked a link to a mature he-man fucking a small girl. I guess that's no coincidence. I know it's fake and stuff, but I like the calming nature of the guy and the wide-eyed apprehension on the face of the teen girl. Like, I know she's probably been fucked before, but I get off on how she acts all naïve and like she doesn't know what to do.

I set up like I usually do. I put a towel down on my gamer chair, and oriented my laptop for a clear view while I rubbed and teased myself. I like having the sound on. It really makes things hotter to hear the guy's deep, reassuring voice and her tentative responses, and then later the delightful sounds of skin slapping skin, creaking furniture marking the rhythm of their fucking, and the soft moans of delight and pleasure. In my favourite video, they are doing Daddy/daughter, and not "step" either. Like, the pretense is that he's really her Dad. I don't know -- they look a bit alike. It could be real.

I kept the sound turned down low so that Daddy wouldn't hear. I will admit, I was tempted to turn it up a little so that he might hear! I suppose we all get off in different ways. I prefer to be totally naked. I tease my left nip with my left hand, while I rub myself down below with my right. For me, quick back and forth strumming is nicest. I often lick my fingers first, to make it a bit wetter down there, and I lick my fingers while masturbating cause it's hot to taste myself. Does that make me a dirty girl?

The scene opens with the Daddy on the bed, wearing a rock t-shirt and underwear. The daughter is in a bra and panties. They're holding hands, Daddy looks intent and she is pensive. He caresses her downcast face, turning it up towards him, and he speaks in a soft, comforting tone. It's in French so I don't know what he's saying, but it sounds pleasant and kind. She sounds unsure. At least, that's what her tone indicates. He leans in to kiss his daughter on the mouth, and she complies. The camera zooms in on their lips and you can see tongue. I am frigging my clit, and softly teasing my left tit.

I imagine myself in her place, kissing her handsome Daddy, as his hands roam over her small chest. She seemed apprehensive, but that starts to give way to submission to Daddy. He unsnaps her bra, and she lifts up his t-shirt. They're both in their undies now, and their hands are all over one another. She lets him push her back to the bed and he slathers her tits with his tongue, rubbing one wet tit with his fingers while sucking the other, and then back and forth as she writhes under him. Fuck this is hot.

Knock knock knock at my bedroom door. I swear to God I jumped so high I almost hit the ceiling.

"Don't come in!"

"Sorry, Weenie, I ...." I heard Daddy's voice, muted through the door and stammering.

"Don't come in!"

"I ... I ... ok, sorry ... just wanted to know if you were ok. I heard .... Sounds ..."

Oh shit. He could hear the video? Odd, it wasn't that loud, unless he was listening at the door. The realization hit me hard. I was rubbing myself to a Daddy daughter video while my real Daddy eavesdropped. I'm going to need to finish myself off! I was so close and now I'm thinking of Daddy listening to me and I'm all tingly and hot and horny and need release.

"I'll come out in a minute."

"Ok Mo ... I mean Tina."

I was feeling a combination of horny and mortified. Solution? I climbed into bed, under the covers and rubbed myself down there, soft, light and fast, thrusting my hips up and down. My hairy pussy was soaked, and my fingers damp from my juices. That good feeling started, like a warmth and a pulse radiating up from my mid-section. I can't account for how it starts or anything, but it overtakes me fast, that rush of pleasure and like stars shooting off or something. I used to fear it, it felt so good. Like, nothing this good and forbidden can be safe or healthy? I used to think I was a deviant, until we had sex ed in school and stuff like that. Now I know it's normal and fine to rub yourself 'down there'. It's so nice, how can it be wrong?

After I came, I felt all the horniness melt away, and the mortification crept back. Daddy listened to me masturbate. And then the mortification gave way to a clear-headed pondering of the situation. Daddy turns me on. I think he's interested in my body. He looks at me and now I know that he tries to spy a little too. And now I'm having those same feelings that I used to have with masturbation. Is it wrong to want Daddy? To think about him and his nakedness, and what it would be like to see him and feel him and do things like in the videos that I like to watch?

Knock knock -- softly on my door and "Tina, are you decent?"

"I'm lying down."

"Can I come in?"

"Ok."

"Tina Weena, are you ok? You seem a bit off, and why are you in bed?"

"I don't feel good."

Daddy sat on the edge of my bed. I was facing away from him and towards the wall. He put his hand on my shoulder and the blankets slipped, revealing my bare back and shoulders.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"No Daddy, it's ok" I said, softly, "just leave me alone for a bit."

"Ok Weiner Teener, whatever you want."

People are always creative with my name. Maybe someday I'll change it to something that doesn't rhyme or that isn't so easily mocked. Can I call myself Orange, I wonder? Nothing rhymes with Orange, but I'm sure people would still make fun. When you're small, people treat you like a little kid and tease and stuff.

Daddy gently stroked my back, and it felt nice. His fingers grazed the top of my bum! He must see that I'm not wearing anything up top or down below. I feel exposed, and I might have been turned on, except I just came, so I can kind of keep my emotions and hormones in check! I haven't washed my hands. My fingers might give off an aroma like I was rubbing myself. Better keep them under the blankets. I kind of want to pull the blankets up, but want to keep my hands to myself. I'm really in a quandary.

Daddy stood up, and excused himself. "Ok, I'm going to head out to the grocery store. You can come if you want."

"No Daddy, I just need some alone time."

And with that, he left me. I heard the car engine rev, and then the sound get more faint as he backed out and drove away. I got up right away, washed my hands and traipsed around the house. I retraced my steps in the hall, imagining getting caught naked or half naked on the way to my room. It would be fucking hot. I wandered into Daddy's room, and saw the t-shirt I wore curled up in a ball on the floor. I picked it up and it was wet. It had a funny aroma too, like ammonia but not really.

I dropped the t-shirt like a hot potato when it dawned on me! Daddy jerked off and came on the shirt! Holy fucking shit. The shirt that I wore at breakfast, that he stared a hole through. When I took it off and left it, he rubbed his cock with it and shot off into it. My borrowed shirt was a cum rag. I held it closer to my face and inhaled it. I mostly wanted to understand it, you know? Like, as girls get experienced, they are going to encounter cum, right? Well, I wasn't experienced. I saw videos, with BJs and cumshots inside the girl and into her mouth and onto her face and stuff. The way girls acted, it looked like cum was ambrosia of the Gods. It didn't smell bad, but I found it hard to believe that it was delicious.

Ok, so I'm learning. Cum looks viscous and sticky, and the scent is a little weird, but not bad. Just not quite the delicacy that I would have guessed based on porn. Should I lick it? That's weird. Licking Daddy's cum rag. Ok, just saying that made a shiver run through me, from my hairy puss to the tips of my nips. My heart was racing. Imagine if I got caught? Almost totally naked, in Daddy's room, licking his cum from the shirt that we both wore. That would be crazy.