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Written: 15 March 2020

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Improper Suggestion
by Isabella

Story Code: M/g, b/g, bb/g, Masturbation, Incest, Father/Daughter, Outdoor Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

Okay, I'm going to come right out and say it...my father was a consummate horn dog, he had few, if any morals and no filters regarding his behaviour. I know that as his daughter, I shouldn't call him a horn dog but some times you just have to say it how it is.

Even just a year after he married my mother, she was in the local maternity hospital having me and in the ten bed ward, there were at least three other women that were having his children as well...at least he had married my mother before knocking her up. There may have been even more women in that cohort in the maternity ward having my father's babies but only my mother and the other three were actually going to put my father's last name against their babies and his full name on the child's birth certificate.

Two boys and two girls, at least my father's genes were equal opportunity gametes!

On my first day at school I was actually placed next to one of my father's bastards, I'm Sarah Clarke, he was Simon Clark...his mother didn't even know how to spell my last name properly., his other two bastards were in the double desks in front of me and Simon because their first names were lower down the alphabet than mine. But at least both of them had the 'E' on the end of their last name.

So my three half siblings dogged my heels all the way through nursery school and primary. By the time we hit secondary school, the educators were using examination results to group children by ability, me and Simon were in the top class, our half sister Kelly was in the second group and Brian was in the third.

All through my life I'd watched my father operating at parties, functions and events, he was at my year five parent's evening with my mother and I was there as well and I watched as my father flirted with every one of my female teachers, I even saw him slip one of them a fold of paper, I yanked on my mother's arm, "Mum, what's my dad doing?"

"He's just making a date with Mrs. Palmer for the weekend!"

And do you know, I was so used to him doing it by that age that I didn't even bother asking my mother if she minded him doing it right in front of her.

When I was eleven years old, we were at a party where he got drunk and he even made a pass at me, I pushed him off and moved out of his reach and I saw him move onto Kelly and I watched him flirting with Kelly Clarke, she didn't push him away, she was actually flattered by my father hitting on her...now, I had no idea if Kelly even knew that my father was also her father but she did know that he was my father but she didn't let that stop her and she went off with him to another room for a 'Dance!'

Well, I was only eleven years old but I knew about sex and I knew that my dad was always hunting for it under every rock and behind every tree. I followed behind them into the other room, the 'Dark Room!' so even though I was only two feet away from them, I couldn't actually see anything. I could hear the sound of kissing, I could hear Kelly giggling and then I heard Kelly gasp in pain. I left the room frustrated and feeling stupid, if I had just let my father flirt with me, he would have taken me into the dark room instead of Kelly and I would have had some practical experience of sex rather than just the theoretical aspect.

I was more pissed at myself than at my dad if I'm being honest with myself and an hour later when he left the dark room and came over to me, very much more sober than he was when he went in, he spotted that I was unhappy.

"What's up Sarah darling? Come and give your old dad a kiss!"

"Didn't you get enough kissing from Kelly when you took her into the dark room?"

"You're not jealous because me and Kelly had a little fun are you?"

I stopped myself saying...'But she's your daughter dad!'

I just stood there with the most sour look I could paint on my face.

I could tell that my father had no real idea why I was so upset, he looked around and pointed to Simon Clark, "He looks handsome, why don't you go and invite him to go into the dark room with you!"

"Dad, he's in my class at school!"

"That's okay, by the time I was your age I'd had sex with every girl in my class at school...hell, half the boys as well and I was after my teacher as well...go on, have a little fun for once in your life!"

"Dad, I can't go with Simon, he's one of your..." I stopped myself calling Simon his bastard like my mother always did, "...children...we're half siblings!"

"You shouldn't let that stop you from having fun with a boy...or...or a girl. I wouldn't let it stop me having my fun."

He'd already proved that to me with Kelly...just a few minutes earlier. I turned away from Simon and totally missed my dad beckoning Simon over, I heard my dad say, "Hey Simon, would you like to take my Sarah into the dark room for a bit?"

I rounded on my dad and Simon grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the passageway to the dark room.

I was so shocked, totally shocked, and I let Simon pull me out of the main function room and into the passageway leading to the dark room before I managed to stop him pulling me.

"Simon we can't do this!"

"Is it because we've sat next to each other for the last six years...is that it?"

"Well, that...of course...but also because were half brother and sister you dope!"

'Wow!' I did not expect his reaction, you would have thought that I'd slapped his face the way he reacted...when he climbed back down off of the ceiling, he said, "What the fuck do you mean, half brother and sister!"

"I mean...like your father is also my father...we even have the same last name...almost!"

"We do not have the same last name, I'm a Clark without an 'E' and you're a Clarke, with an 'E'...not the same at all!"

I was exasperated, Surely Simon couldn't be quite that thick, whenever Simon looked at my face it must have been like looking into a mirror! Well, if my dad didn't care if I snogged my half brother and my half brother didn't care if I snogged with him...why should I be the only one to suffer just because I had a working moral compass?

I took my brakes off and allowed Simon to pull me on to the curtain closing the outside light out of the dark room, as Simon swept the curtain up for us to go through the curtain a voice from the darkness called, "Put that bloody light out!"

I caught a glimpse of a woman with her tits out and two men kissing her, one on her mouth and the other was kissing her breasts.

As soon as the blackout curtain fell behind my back, Simon launched in on me with a seventy thousand Mississippi kiss on my lips, he only broke lip-lock protocol to whisper in my ear, "Put your hand down my trousers!"

My fingertips were just hooking over the waistband of his trousers when I stopped and I said, "What about Monday?"

"You worried that things will be awkward between us on Monday?"

I nodded my head and then I realised that he wouldn't be able to see me nodding my head, I sighed in exasperation..."Yes, I think things could be awkward between us in class on Monday!"

I felt fingers at the neck of my blouse, twisting buttons out of buttonholes, I was really shocked, why would Simon want to unbutton my blouse when there was nothing under it of interest to anyone. He flicked the second button and then he sucked his belly in...well, the path was clear for me so I just pushed my hand down the front of his trousers and took a hold of his erect cock and started rubbing him off.

He opened my blouse and started kissing around my nipples, "I'm sure that you'd prefer a girl like Kelly with more to play with in her blouse!"

"Don't be silly, she's easy, she's been in bed with every boy in 'One beta' already and we've only been at this school for three months!"

Simon went back to kissing my chest again and now his hands were wandering down south, rubbing over my belly through my skirt, trying to gather my skirt up in his hand, lifting the bottom hem up. Simon was starting to breathe heavily and he was thrusting his hips at my belly as I rubbed him. I felt fumbling fingers at my wrist and the tight waistband of Simon's trousers slackened off and his trousers slipped down and now he was rubbing the head of his cock over my exposed knickers.

There was a disembodied hand on my bottom, I knew where both of Simon's hands were and the hand on my bottom wasn't one of his. I felt lips against the back of my neck and then I felt a cock against my bottom through my knickers. Simon exploded all over the front of my knickers and whoever it was that was behind me was trying to get my knickers out of the way to get his cock into me, I turned just as someone lifted the blackout curtain and a flash of light lit my father up and now he wasn't trying to get his cock in the back of my knickers, he was trying to pull the front of my knickers to one side.

"Dad, you can't do me...I'm your daughter!"

"Are you sure darling?"

"It's me dad, Sarah...of course I'm sure that you're my father!"

"No...I didn't mean that...I mean, are you sure that I can't do you?"

"I'm positive that you can..."

I was stopped from finishing 'Can't' by my father's lips crushing into mine, he took my hand and placed it on his exposed cock, he pulled his lips away and said, "Just give me a little massage darling!"

My dad was too drunk to reason with so as he and Simon took turns at kissing me and Simon was exploring the insides of my knickers, I rubbed my father to his climax in the dark room.

We got home at just after midnight, my mother was almost as pissed as my father and I was kept awake for the rest of the night listening to them fucking all night long.

The sad thing was, the next day at breakfast my father had no idea what he'd done at the party.

My mother walked into the kitchen, her hand trailed over my father's shoulder, she had that dreamy look on her face that she always had the morning after an all night fuck, they had a passionate kiss and then my mother turned on me, "Where did you disappear to at the party last night Sarah?"

I looked at my father, I could easily have told my mother the truth, tell her that my father had sent me to the dark room with one of his bastards but I lied, "I just felt hot so I went out into the garden to cool down a little!"

We all had breakfast and my mother and father went back to bed and took up fucking where they had left off the night before.

I got dressed and instead of listening to them fucking for another four or five hours, I went out for a walk!

I went to the park and saw Simon Clark and Brian Clarke sitting on the roundabout, Simon spotted me and he called me over.

"Hey Sarah, how did you know that we were brother and sister?"

"Does it matter, you didn't believe me one way or the other! You didn't let my thinking that we were brother and sister stop you messing about with me in the party dark room."

"Yes but on my way home I asked my mother...I told her what you said and she was really mad at you for telling me, she told me that Brian was another half brother and Kelly was my half sister as well, she admitted that we all have the same father."

Brian pointed his finger at me, "It's not fair...you wanked one brother off last night..."

I rounded on Simon, "You told him that I wanked you off last night!"

Simon looked shocked, "Well, of course I did, we boys always tell each other everything we do with girls!"

Brian butted in with, "Not that there has been much to tell yet!"

I scowled at Brian but he carried on with, "...anyway, as I was saying...if you wank one brother off...you should wank all of your brothers off!"

"God, you Clarke men are all perverts!"

Brian grinned at me and said, "That's as may be but when am I going to get my wank?"

I looked around the park, there was the den, it would get busy in there later on when the younger kids came out to play but at this time of the day it should be empty.

Brian saw where I was looking, "Good idea, lets go to the den!"

Brian grabbed my arm and he pulled me over to the den, Simon followed on after us.

"Hey Simon, when sis wanked you off, was she dressed or naked?"

"Well, she started out dressed but by the end she was almost totally naked!"

Brian looked at me and smiled, "Come on sis, get naked for us!"

Well, this wasn't how I was planning on spending my Saturday morning...but then, I hadn't planned on committing a kind of incest last night either with my father and my half brother.

I wasn't wearing my blouse and skirt today, I was wearing a summer dress that didn't button down the front so I had to pull it off over my head before Brian made too much of a scene! I stood there wearing just my knickers in the grubby old shed that the local boys called the den or the fort or the castle.

Brian looked at Simon, "Wait a minute, was she wearing her knickers last night?"

"Well, she was at the start but they were off before we finished playing!"

I turned to Simon, "What the hell, you pulled my knickers down and you know it!"

"The hell I did, I was rubbing my spunk into your knickers when you pulled them down from under my hand...that's why I copped a feel of your cunt, flesh to flesh...if you hadn't already got me off I'd have fucked you for sure...you were so desperate...you were gagging for it!"

I said, "Dad!" under gritted teeth.

It must have been my father who pulled my 'Hello Kitty' knickers down...unless that is...there could have been a second gunman on that grassy knoll in the dark room!"

Brian pinched my left nipple, "Come on Sarah...knickers off!"

I looked at Brian for the first time since we entered the shed, his football shorts and pants were around his ankles and he was rubbing his cock in his hand, "Come on sis, knickers off!"

I looked back at Simon, he was similarly dressed to Brian so now I had two boys wanking themselves off in front of me.

I pulled my knickers down and took Simon in my left hand and Brian in my right and started to rub them both off simultaneously as they touched me all over, pinching my nipples, rubbing over my pussy mound and even fighting to get a finger inside my cunt...I wasn't too keen on them sticking their dirty fingers inside my body and threw them both off of their aim at that hole.

It took me over an hour to get them both sufficiently satisfied but only with my hand and the outside of my body.

I dressed quickly and headed for home, I spotted my dad hanging around the back of the shops, I realised what was holding his attention, Kelly, my half sister...well, one of my half sisters that I knew about was hanging around and flirting with my dad...this time, she was flirting with him...rather than him flirting with her.

He wasn't drunk this time so he couldn't blame that for his actions, he was happily kissing her out in the open, kissing his own daughter and fondling her body through her clothes. He even saw me standing there watching him but that didn't stop him...he didn't stop until we heard Kelly's mother calling her name out in the street. He walked over to me and scooped me up in his arms, "Your mum sent me out to find you to tell you that it was lunch time."

"Were you looking for me in Kelly's mouth or down the front of her dress?"

"She has wonderful tits, would you like tits that big when you're her age?"

"Dad, we're exactly the same age, we were both born on the same weekend in the same hospital ward!"

"So, why aren't your tits as big as hers?"

I mumbled under my breath, "I'm just luckier than her I guess!"

My dad looked thoughtful as we walked towards home, "I wonder if she has bigger tits because she lets boys play with them...you're not really interested in boys yet are you?"

I held my hands to my nose and sniffed at Brian and Simon's spunk that was still sticking to the palm of my hand. My father misread my action as my being embarrassed by what he had said. He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side, he kissed me on my cheek, well, at least that was an improvement on how he kissed me when he was pissed last night.

"Why are you so frightened of boys?"

"I'm not frightened of boys dad, they are okay but the boys at my school are all so immature!"

"I could push you in the direction of a few older boys, perhaps if you get a little action...your tits will start to grow!"

"Dad, you pushed me at a boy last night at the party and you told him to take me into the dark room!"

"Did I...and did you get a little action?"

"Dad, the boy you pushed me at was Simon Clark...and I'm sure that he's my half brother!"

"Probably is...half brother or a cousin or something...hey, don't tell me that you let the fact that you could be related stop you having fun!"

I heaved a massive sigh and then said, "Well, actually I did go with him to the dark room and everything was okay until you came in and ripped my knickers off!"

"God...was that you?"

I nodded my head."

"God, sorry baby, I thought I'd taken Kelly into the dark room last night...did it hurt you when I fucked you?"

"Dad, you did take Kelly into the dark room, you ripped my knickers off an hour after that!"

"Did I fuck you as well?"

"You did try to but I stopped you, I let you screw my left hand instead of my pussy!"

"God, I was really shit-faced last night wasn't I?"

"You really were dad...I don't think it's safe for you to drink so much that you try to screw your own daughters!"

So, we got home without any further incident, Mum was waiting for us in the kitchen, "Where was she...it took you bloody long enough to find her!"

"She was at the back of the shops on Northampton Road but I went to the park first because I thought she had said that was where she was going!"

"She didn't actually say where she was going, and we were too busy to ask her!"

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence and at the end I cleared the table and started to wash the pots while my mum and dad had another snogg-fest in the living room.

I heard lots of whispered conversations going on, in the end curiosity got the better of me and I took the washed pots closer to the serving hatch to dry them so that I could try and hear what they were saying. My dad told my mum that I was hanging out with Kelly Clarke when he found me, "I'm worried about Sarah, she hangs around with girls all the time and has absolutely no interest in boys...quite frankly, I think if we aren't careful, Sarah will end up being a lesbian!"

The thought hit me, 'That's typical of my father, he's trying to get my mother to think I have a problem with sex that needed to be worked on, needed to be 'Helped' toward a more desirable outcome.'

"When I found Sarah she was with Kelly Clarke and everyone knows that Kelly is a bit of a dyke!"

"Now you come to mention it, Sarah disappeared from the party last night for about two hours and Kelly was missing at the same time!"

Wow, I couldn't believe it, my dad took Kelly into the dark room at least forty minutes before he talked Simon into taking me there but Kelly was definitely back in the party room before I left and my father had managed to 'Suggest' to my mother that I'd gone off with Kelly and she had took that on as a fact!

As I listened to my father's argument to my mother I started to believe him, he was twisting facts, inventing situations and painting things far blacker than they really were...he was right, I didn't hang out with boys, I didn't particularly like boys but then, I didn't hang out with girls either...I was just one of those people who preferred her own company and even knowing all of that I started to believe what my father was saying about me. 'No wonder he gets so many women in bed, women and girls, he could talk his way between the thighs of any woman!' and that was a frightening thought for me.

From my place at the side of the serving hatch I could see my mother looking towards the kitchen door to make sure that I wasn't about to walk in on them and I could see from the look on her face that she was taking my dad's fantasy story in hook, line and sinker.

My dad said, "I think that we should ask Lenny over as soon as possible!"

Mum didn't look impressed with that idea, "If you invite Lenny over he'll just want to fuck me...he was starting to be a pest and that's why I told you to stop inviting him over in the first place!"

"But darling, you know Lenny, you know that he's always ready to go, ready for sex twenty-four/seven and Sarah already knows him!"

I could see that mum was seriously thinking of letting my dad call in the man I had called Uncle Lenny all of my life...even though he wasn't my real uncle.

"Okay, call Lenny but make it clear to him that he isn't coming over to have sex with me, he's only coming for Sarah!"

My mum suddenly shushed my father and she pushed herself out of her seat on the long sofa, she was walking towards the kitchen, I jumped away from the serving hatch and started to put the dried pots away, I could just hear a mumbled, one sided conversation from the living room, my father was obviously on the phone and probably talking to his old school friend, Lenny!

"Your father..."

I pretended to jump out of my skin, as if my mother being in the kitchen with me had come as a shock.

"...sorry darling, your father tells me that you're spending too much time with Kelly Clarke, he's worried that she might unduly influence you into her lifestyle choices!"

My father chose that moment to enter the kitchen, he gave my mother an awkward look, then he gave me an awkward look as well, his eyes were still on my face as he said, "Lenny's wife said that he's out of the country for two weeks!"

My mother looked concerned, my father had sold her such a story that she was worried that I was on the edge of a precipice and was on the point of falling into full blown lesbianism at any moment, my mother looked over at me and like my father, she was looking at my face while talking to my father, "So, Lenny won't be available for a fortnight and I can't think of any other safe man around here...perhaps you'll have to do the job yourself!"

Mum looked quickly from my face to my father's, he looked horrified at her suggestion while she was looking at his face but as soon as she looked back to my face I saw a massive grin covering his. The phone rang at that moment and my mother left the kitchen to answer it. Dad moved in on me and whispered into my ear, "You'll have to be nice to your Uncle Lenny tomorrow!"

"Isn't he abroad for two weeks?"

My dad grinned and shook his head, the voice drifting in from the kitchen told me that my dad's plan had a reinforcement protocol, I heard my mother say, "Oh, hi Kelly...no, I'm sorry, Sarah can't come to your house for a sleepover, I have plans for this evening that involve her."

My mother came into the kitchen, she looked to be on the edge of panic because Kelly had phoned to ask my mother if I could go to a sleepover at her house...that was how much thought and planning my dad had put into his plan for my sexual education, he'd talked Kelly into phoning up for him at a precise time when he could manufacture the situation to his best advantage.

"That was Kelly, she wanted you to go to her house for a sleepover, I told her no but I want you to promise me that you won't hang out with Kelly anymore!"

My dad gave me a serious look, "Girls like Kelly brainwash you younger girls into thinking that it is more natural for a girl to be a lesbian than to be heterosexual...you need some reprogramming straight away!"

I just stood there staring from my mother to my father in disbelief, I wanted to tell my father that Kelly and I were exactly the same age, she wasn't older than me, she wasn't a lesbian...actually, she was one hundred percent bi-sexual, she'd had sex with the same number of girls as she'd had sex with boys. My mother whispered to my father, "You'd better take her up to our room, you can't start on her training too soon in my opinion!"

And once again, my father the horn-dog had manipulated the situation, manipulated my mother...well, and me...and my mother was telling him to take me to their bedroom to start my sexual reprogramming process by fucking me himself...had my mother just made an improper suggestion to my father?

Improper or not, all I knew was that I was about to get fucked for the first time in my life and it was going to be my own father doing the de-flowering with my mother's blessing...I didn't even have the usual fears that a girl about to start fucking would have, If the boy knocked me up, there wouldn't be any problems as both my mother and father knew all about it!

My father took my hand and pulled me up the stairs behind him and just two steps below us on the stairs was my mother, she was following us up to the bedroom carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses!

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