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   {ASSM} {ASS} Rev Megan Revealed Upskirt/Jumanji {Ho Masubi} (Mf rom cons
inc)

   My goal for writing the stories that I did for ASS was to create
well-written short stories that had a sexual content.  An old friend long
gone asked if someone could produce well-written pornography and I said
that I would.  I feel that with this story and the revisions I achieved his
goal.  If you like this story then you may wish to read other stories by Ho
Masubi.

   A lot has happened since I last posted Megan Jumanji/UpSkirt.  There is
a lot more on who Meghan really is and a lot of inconsistencies mistakes
about the sequence of the story have been worked out.

   The inspiration for the story came from an incident I had in a coffee
shop located in a book store.  A young lady came in with another person and
sat down at a table.  She sat across from me.  She wore a long white cotton
dress.  The skirt reached down to her ankles.  She managed to raise the
skirt to her mid- thigh with no seeming effort.  After the skirt reached
her mid-thigh she continued to use her skirt to flirt.  She flirted with me
all the while carrying on an innocent conversation with the person she was
with who seemed to know nothing.  I have seen all the tricks done with
skirts mentioned in the story.  No one talks about it but using a skirt for
flirting can be an incredible form of performance art.  I wrote the story
because I wanted to thank all those who gave me so much pleasure and record
their art and creativity for all time.

   Warning: This story is sexually explicit in nature and should not be
read by anyone who is under the age of 18 or a not ready or willing to read
such material.  It depicts sexual activity between and underage girl and
her father.  If this type of material is unacceptable to you then you are
advised not to reads the story.
There is a further warning at the end of the story.  If you still have
questions you are urged to read it.  

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Author: Ho Masubi 
Title: Megan Revealed  Upskirt /Jumanji
Summary: Megan is a preteen whose father doesn't want to be alone
with her.  She decides get his attention by flirting with him.
The story is set in the present and is told from Megan's point of
view. 
Keywords: Mg, con, rom, F1st, MF, ped



Megan Revealed  Upskirt /Jumanji
 by Ho Masubi 
  
I always wanted, to be his favorite; it's Thursday night and I
feel  totally anxious, standing in front of the mirror drying my
hair; I can't stand  being unimportant or ignored; I would rather
die besides a short see-through  nightie makes no sense. Better a
one-piece cotton gown, a long skirt, with flowers embroidered on
top. This way I can control what he sees. Men like  dad just
aren't smart when it comes to clothes. He'll be so surprised when
I  make it slide up over my knees and he sees my pussy. And then
dad will beat the  heck out of me. 
   
I'm being silly he never beats anyone. If he finds out I forgot
my panties  he'll  send me upstairs for them. It's a rule and
daddy never allows anyone to break  the rules especially the one
about panties. 
   
If I get in trouble it's totally Courtney's fault. I asked the
kids I  have lunch with: They couldn't help they're too nice. I
see Courtney in English.  She's smart and funny even if her
friends are whores. People say whores are bad  but Courtney and
her friends so stick together. Most girls are into gossip and 
being popular but not them. Courtney never talks about her
friends but she told  me things about herself and I am proud to
say I never repeated any of it. But  the girls I have lunch with,
tell on each other all the time. 
   
Of course, if you ask for advice from a whore. "Listen Megan; if
you want  your dad to pay attention to you wear something pretty
and spread your legs."  "My dad isn't like other men: He's a
strict Catholic; he always wears a jacket  in the house and he
never raises his voice." "Men never turn down a chance for  sex."
"But my dad isn't into sex." Courtney laughed and said, "Your dad
has five  kids." 
   	
I try to think about him kissing me. I think he won't, if daddy
wanted  sex he wouldn't have a rule about panties. If he tries
anything I'll have to be  brave like Courtney but it doesn't seem
so bad. Daddy is big; he has jet-black hair, and rosy cheeks. I
actually think he's kind of handsome. 
   
I feel nervous about trying it until I think how I so totally
hate Emily.  She is the oldest and daddy's best friend.  She
takes care of the money, runs the house and bosses everyone
around.  She and dad have private business  meetings together all
the time. I'm so jealous. I always wanted, dad to ask me to have
a private business meeting. Samantha is older then me too. He
shows her  stuff about the computer because she's working on a
software project for a  science fair and he's helping her. I so
wish daddy helped me with a science  project. He's like a genius
when it comes to computers. I even saw stories about  him in
computer magazines. He quit his job to design a fast search
engine for the Internet.  People say it's impossible but the
magazines say dad never fails at anything. They say he does what
ever it takes.   He says that we have to make sacrifices. The
sacrifice was mommy. She is a computer genus too and she goes
away for  months and visits with presents and phone calls and "I
love you" but I hate her  because I always wanted to be her
favorite then after I got to be her favorite  she left and I'm
nobody's favorite now.  
   	
I think how much he likes Crystal, she's younger then me, and how
much he likes to  watch her dance ballet for him. Tommy is the
youngest. I guess he likes him  because he's a boy and he has his
name. Mom, when she's around calls dad Tom so  Tommy must be
named after him. I'm not named after anyone. They do boy stuff 
together like going to ballgames and fishing. I wonder why he
doesn't take me;  I know it's because I'm a girl. No, he took the
other girls to ballgames and  fishing too, everyone but me. 
   
He asked me to go with them but I say no because he never wants
to be  alone with me. He never even drives me to theater practice
on Saturday. He  spends time, alone time with everyone but me. 
   	
I wonder what's wrong: I work hard; get good grades; I do my
chores; I  look like everyone else but daddy ignores and avoids
me. No I look better.  Everyone says I'm like the prettiest girl
in school. When the newspaper wants a  picture of a pretty girl
my age, they use mine. I get the lead in every play but  I can't
count that because I'm so into drama, and if I want something I
get it  no matter what I have to do, no matter what it takes.
Still when my friends and  I analyze each other's faces everyone
says I'm the prettiest. 
   	
I'm like smart too. He should like a smart kid.  I know because I
snuck up  and overheard mom and dad talking about me after a
conference with my teacher. Dad said my IQ was higher then any of
the other kids; even higher then his. But I can't be that smart.
It's true I only get A's but everyone else is into math and
computers and I like understanding people, being an actress and
writing poetry. There must be something wrong with me. Still if
I'm smarter then the other kids I should be his favorite.  It's
not fair. 
   
My hair feels dry and I check myself out. The girl in the mirror
is a  blue eyed blond: with light golden hair, not platinum,
platinum is gross. Platinum  is white hair polished up with an
attitude and a new name. I so hate it when  someone says I'm
platinum. Only a jerk would say it. Light gold is the best  color
and it sets off my pail rosy skin. I've got a curvy figure and a
nice butt too.  Lately people, men grown men, look at my butt
when I wear something tight. I  catch them looking when I go to
the mall. I know they want me and I feel proud  even though it's
a sin. I feel a little afraid too. If one of them got me alone 
he would so rape me. 
   	
I look at my tits; I wish they were bigger. I wear a bra to
school.   There sort of small because I'm young but being young
can be a good thing too  because I'm smooth between my legs. I
hope I stay smooth because shaving  frightens me. 
I finish brushing my hair so it looks nice. I don't know why Dad
totally hates pink so I use the orange lipstick I stole from
Emily. It's not a good color for my complexion or Emily's either
but she won't listen to reason. I hate orange and black so much
that I won't allow them in my room so I look in Emily's, and sure
enough. I only use a little I don't want her to know. 
   	
I take an emery board from my bureau. I feel the carpet on my
feet when I  walk downstairs. There's a rule about slippers too
but bare feet on carpets feel  sexy. I walk downstairs and I feel
a breeze under my nightie. I never played  this game before and I
feel sexy and afraid. They started the movie on the big  TV
without me. Shows how important I am. Dad gets movies before they
come out  because he's a computer genius. It's called 'Jumanji.'
And it comes out next  week. Dad will probably ignore me and
watch the movie. 
   
Everyone is up by the TV watching except Dad and Emily. They're
sitting on the sofa having one of their private business
meetings. He never had a private business meeting with me, and 
it's something I always wanted. I wonder what they talk about:
I'm never  welcome in their conversation. 
   
I sit on the green upholstered chair across from him. He's
wearing a green jacket and tie with  brown shirt pants and shoes.
I pull my nightie up exposing myself totally and file my toenails
with the emery board.  
   
The silk cushion feels cool and slippery under my behind. I had
forgotten my panties before but it's like different now. I'm so
trying to get his attention but daddy continues to talk to Emily.
No one else like sees anything either.  I wonder what a girl has
to do to get noticed around here. 
   	
I kick my legs like I have a cramp and go back to my nails. Now
he  notices: He really notices: I mean like he's staring at my
pussy. I can't hear  him but I can see he's so confused; he keeps
getting mixed up. He looks at Emily  and it's like he tries to
listen but he keeps looking back. 
   
I can't let Emily find out so I turn sideways and pull my nightie
down  and he returns to the conversation: He says nothing about
panties. Courtney is  right: All men want sex even dad. It's so
funny I want to laugh. My dad: the  saint, ha, ha; the rule
enforcer; like every other man he cares more about sex  then the
rules but he so notices me and I like it. 
   
I sit down normally and it's more comfortable. I watch TV for a
while. Jumanji is like this super dangerous game. All they can do
is roll the dice and run away.  No one would play a game like
that. I think the boy played it because he wanted his father to
like him. Really.  Wouldn't he find out if the game were
dangerous first? This girl knows drama and it doesn't seem
believable.  But the kids are watching it; even Emilie, they all
seem interested. Now's my chance.
   
I don't want him thinking I'm stupid or rude for exposing myself.
I want him to know I did it on purpose.  I put my feet flat on
the floor and point my knees directly at him. 

	He looks so sad. He thinks because my nightie  drops down to my
ankles there's like no chance of his seeing anything. I can make
it ride up by innocently shifting, and I do. He watches its
progress as it moves two steps up and one step back. I want
suspense in my unveiling. He can't see anything but he's totally
fascinated. This girl knows drama and it's so much fun. Our eyes
meet briefly. He looks away and looks right back. I smile, turn
away and watch the video.  
 
	   I hate the girl in the movie. She runs away from the game and
like messes everything up.  Movies always show girls as total
cowards. I wish something scary or dangerous happened to me.  So
I can act brave.  I swear I won't back down but play the game
through to the end. I don't know about the movie I only watch
parts and I'm thinking about dad the whole time. My nightie
completes its journey to the middle of my thighs and my legs
part. 
   	
I know just what he sees. I know because I like practice in front
of a mirror, like any other girl. Once in a while I let a guy
look up my skirt but not like this. It's exciting: I love it and
feel important. 
   
My acting coach would call this a game of peekaboo. Games like
this form the basic elements of drama. 
	
He watches as my legs reveal and obscure. When my knees press
together his eyes explore the gaps searching for a clear shot to
my pussy. I pull his eyes with my knees and he follows them even
if he has to move his body. 
   
His feelings of guilt measure my importance in his eyes: If he
suddenly finds out I know; his guilt will overwhelm him and he'll
stop. If he slowly realizes I know, his slow growing guilt won't
frighten him off; it will fuel his desire instead; I want him to
feel guilt; to want me more then his guilt; to want me so, I can
see he wants me in his eyes.  
	
I move my head so I'm looking directly at the TV.  Then I slowly
turn toward him, and stop.  I wait and let him adjust to his
guilt. Then I repeat the process. Each time I move, the final
destination, my looking directly at him becomes more obvious. 
Now and again I chance a glance. His eyes dart around like flies
telling of the battle between caution and desire. He fears my
eyes but stares at my thighs: like an addict using one last time,
again and again.  
    
I'm facing him but my eyes are still on the screen. I daresent
look.  I'm too close. I used my acting and withdraw my presence.
The pit is bated and I wait blindly. It's all in the timing.  
	
Now it either worked or it didn't. Too much is riding on this,
for a glance. I have to commit. But what if he turned the tables?
I fear his eyes; lie in wait, to capture mine. Then he'll say I'm
bad for tempting him.
      
I make a leap of faith.  And his eyes, those flies, are trapped
in the soft silky web between my legs.  Phew!

He opened his jacket, took off his tie and slid down on the
couch. I so wish I could laugh but I want to reel him in. 
   	
I look, really look, at him from his head to, I don't know where
but I'm caught. I tear myself away. Did he see me looking and I
froze or what?
	
I review the afterimage of my recent indiscretion and feel
relieved. He didn't see me but I saw him, him meaning the bulge
in his pants. I didn't know girls could be trapped too.   
   
I'll want him know that I sprung the trap but not yet. I cloak my
eyes in innocence and catch his. It's like I'm happy he notices
me. I smile closed lipped like I think he's so sweet. I look away
and I grin like I'm the happiest girl in the world. I shift my
eyes; catch a glimpse and shift back too quick for him to see.
His expression says he thinks he's smarter then me. 
   
My eyes rivet on his, become confused and widen. My mouth opens
with the realization of why he was looking.   My eyes laugh,
joyously (not demeaning) mirth spreads across my face and morphs
into sympathetic look; men, poor men, can't help themselves. He
looks a little ashamed.  I move my shoulders and raise my
eyebrows like it's my fault but I don't mind.  Then I further
take the blame by placing my hand between my legs, totally
blocking his view. 
	
I'm beginning to like understand the movie a little more. My
drama teacher would call it a point of no return story. Actress,
real actresses, are supposed know when it happens.  Now I
understand.  
    
I look at dad.  He's pretending to look at the movie. But when I
catch him looking up my skirt again everything will be totally
his fault. 
	
I almost catch his eye. I look back, his eyes just left. He can't
win this game: I'm so much better. I review my list of eye tricks
and choose a simple one called; 'The sky is falling.' I look
straight up; acting surprised knowing his eyes mirror mine. He
sees nothing and thinks that's the trick but it isn't. The trick
is their eyes always return to where they were last. When he
looks away my eyes follow in hot pursuit. I pounce and catch him
looking between my legs. He's such an amateur. I smile like I
forgive him, not for losing at eye tag of course but for trying
to look up my skirt. 
 	
Now he's like too excited to care. He wants to catch my eye to
plead for another shot. I check out the room to see if it's safe.
I wonder why everyone else is interested in the movie. It's so
lame but it keeps them totally occupied. Now it's good to be
ignored. 
   
I look back; our eyes meet.  He looks me in the eye and then
looks between my legs a couple of times he's so begging. Bingo  
   
I smile and look like I feel sorry for him. I shrug my shoulders
and slowly slide my hand from between my legs. We look at each
other and when he  looks between my legs I spread them a little
more like I want him to be happy. I go back to watching TV like
I'm not hot for him but I like him enough to give  him what he
wants. 
   
My legs open and close giving him different views of my pussy. I
want him totally entranced. I so bring my A game. He's lost in a
gaze. I take the opportunity to look at the bulge in his pants. I
so don't want him to catch me. But he is just staring at me. I
stop moving and just leave my legs open to see if he notices
anything. 
   
I feel proud but I'm not just a hole. If he wants me to show him
my pussy he has to show me, he cares about the rest of me too. He
still keeps staring so  I slam my legs together; his head jerks
up. When he looks like he cares about what I want I smile and
spread my legs again. 
   
He gets back into it but knows enough to look at my face every
once in a while.  I move my legs again but I move for my pleasure
as well as his. I'm not  sure why but squeezing my legs together
and rubbing them back and forth while flirting with dad feels
especially exciting. I'm so into it that I let him know that I
like the same place on him, that he likes on me. Girls do all the
work: it took effort to show him what I've got but his just pops
up. I made it happen not him. 
   
I feel so excited. I wish this could go on forever. I realize I'm
totally out of control but as the girl I should stay alert. Poor
dad, like most men, he's a slave to his emotions. They're dumb
but they're pretty. 
   	
It's like my job to save us from getting caught. I look around
and it's lucky. Emily stopped watching the movie and she's
totally looking at me. She knows something's wrong and being a
girl she's smart. She's going to know soon if we keep it up. I
catch dad's eyes and look over at Emily so he knows why we  have
to cool it. I pull my legs under my nightie I forget about him
and watch TV. 
   
The movie has a contrived happy ending. I won't be in stories
that don't make sense. I heard porn stories make no sense.
They're like when a girl rips off her clothes for no reason, runs
into the street yelling fuck me fuck me and a motorcycle gang
just happens to come along. Not this girl: Not any girl I think.

 I should see it again. I worked with Mr. Williams... 
"Megan it's time for bed," says dad.  Everyone gets to read the
credits but me. I head for the stairs. I guess I totally struck
out. Maybe he tested me to see what kind of girl I am, and knows
I'm bad. 
   
Then at the stairs I hear him telling the kids to go to bed and
turn out their lights and go to sleep. It's a signal because he
didn't tell me to turn off my lights. He wants them out of the
way and he wants me to wait for him, maybe. I hope. My first
rendezvous?  
   
The kids are in their rooms and their lights are off. I wait. My
stomach knots at the sound of his footsteps. I turn my lamp down
low. He opens the door. I'm so afraid of what he's going to do. I
move over inviting him to sit down on the bed because if he sits
down he has to be nice even if he's mad.  
	
He sits down. I feel so relieved. He asks me about my day. Then
he starts smoothing back my hair. Oh, he really cares about me.
He says he likes my hair  best because it's platinum. It's really
light gold: I don't mind; he's a man; he makes me happy. 
   
He says he really likes my legs and pulls back the covers. He
lifts my skirt; it's my first time; I feel excited and exposed.
Something, someone rises  up and pulls the skirt above my butt. 

   
He says he can't stop thinking about me. I'm so important to him;
I had no idea. He treats me like I'm a woman he wants for a
girlfriend. I feel like a  deer caught in the headlights too
frightened to move or say anything. He smiles; and says he loves
me, which gives me like a sinking feeling in my stomach. 
   
He reaches under my nightie and rubs my tummy. It feels kind of
strange because he is touching me in a new way. When his hand
goes near my pussy I feel  excited and scared. Then he moves to
the foot of the bed and bends over and starts kissing the soles
of my feet. He asks me to lift up my knees and spread  my legs.
Someone, not me but she, opens them.  
   
He licks the soles of my feet and looks right at my pussy. He
sucks my toes like they're nipples and then stops and slides up
the bed toward me again and strokes the inside of my thigh. 
   
It's totally shocking to see how much he's changed. Is he really
daddy or an alien pretending to be daddy? When he strokes my
thigh I realize I changed not dad. I'm totally different since
she woke up. She's not innocent like me; she's ignorant, strong
and reckless. She's not a girl; she's a total animal. She opens
my thighs and wants him to touch my pussy. His hand gets so close
it drives her crazy. Who is she? She woke up when I got dad
excited; no she woke up when dad got me excited. 
   
I close my eyes and wait for him to touch it but instead he
reaches up under my nightie and starts caressing my breast. I
feel disappointed but playing  with my tits feels special because
he crossed the line. This is bad touching and we both know it. It
feels so wonderful. This is the first time anyone played with my
nipple openly for sex. He's so in love with me. 
   
"Daddy, why do you totally ignore me?" 

"Sweetheart I'm afraid of my feelings. I feel so excited around
you I felt afraid of losing control and going  to jail but now I
can't help it." 

"Daddy I won't tell." 

Then he bends over, kisses my little slit and tells me to take
off my nightie. 
   
I sit up and pull it over my head. He takes off his shirt and
jacket, kicks off his shoes and takes off his slacks. His
underpants are sticking straight out. I so wish he showed me what
he's packing. I bet it so big that he's afraid that I'll be
afraid. 

He sits down next to me on the bed. He puts his arm around my
shoulder and kisses the top of my head. Then he reaches under
both arms and plays with my breasts. I'm totally alone in a room
with a man who's playing with my tits and I feel like a little
girl. He's so nice saying he loves me and I'm pretty. 

"Daddy I can't believe that you are totally hot for me."

"Megan when ever I close my eyes I see you in that pink dress."

"But you hate pink."

"No, don't you remember when you played Annie. In San Francisco
you were spectacular even with orange hair.  But when you showed
up at the cast party wearing that iridescent pink lipstick and
that incredible pink dress. I couldn't help staring. You were so
beautiful." 
	
The lipstick wasn't iridescent pink it was actually Cerise 150. I
won't forget he likes it. "But you didn't say anything. You just
left the party."

"I was about to lose control. Didn't you notice I avoided you
after that?'
       
I give him a hug.  I feel so swept away. 
   
He tells me to lie down on the bed facing away from him. He pulls
the blanket over me. I like the warmth. He turns out the light,
gets under the  covers, and lies down behind me on his side and
we spoon. He kisses me on the ear and cheek. I smell him close to
me: It's like a man's smell. He cups my breasts and I feel
possessed. He fondles them and it feels so  wonderful. 
   He turns my head and puts his tongue in my mouth.  It's my
first passionate kiss.  I feel totally  loved and warm inside. He
grabs my hips and I feel his penis inside his underpants rubbing
in my ass crack. It feels like he's fucking me. I push against
his prick so he can let go of my hips. I so want him back playing
with my tits. He's in tight and fondling my breasts again. He
keeps humping my butt and I love it. I love making dad totally
hot for me. I like feeling his rough hands. Then he grunts and I
feel the wetness of his underpants. 
   
He turns my head and gives me a long deep kiss and says, "Sweetie
I love you but I need to go down to the workshop and write code."
He sits up and so  do I, I wrap my arms around him and say "Daddy
I so love you." I pull his mouth to mine and we kiss
passionately. He holds me and buries his face in my hair. He
gives me a little lip kiss that lingers through out the night.  

   
On the bus, I feel tired, wet and totally frustrated. It's lucky
I never put my nightie back on; I soaked the sheets and have to
wash them. I wonder if everyone will know what happened last
night. After daddy left, I kept waking up feeling his lips on
mine. I so should have paid better attention to Courtney. I
touched myself for the first time, I didn't want too but she made
me, she won't even let me feel guilty. She's mad, because I
couldn't come; I don't know how!  
   
I so have new eyes at school, her eyes. I see sex all around me.
Girls flirting with teachers; Teachers flirting with each other
and wanting the students; Woman teachers wanting boys; I see
people using sex to get things for themselves and to control
others. About half the kids are innocents like the girls I have
lunch with; none of them notices anything. 
   
Maybe I need new friends. Maybe I should hang out with the
whores. Courtney could introduce me. I see Courtney after lunch
in English  Class and when she sees me she starts laughing. I
blush because she knows. I sit next to her in class, but I won't
look at her or talk to her. I also know,  she's screwing her dad
and she's totally into him. 
   
I keep thinking about dad the whole day: how much I love him; how
wonderful the sex felt; how special he made me feel; how wrong it
is; that I  don't want to be a total whore and go to hell. 
   
I'm like going to tell him but I feel so guilty. Not just guilty
about what happened: I feel guilty about that too but it feels
wrong not to go through with it. It would like be breaking a
promise. I didn't make a promise to anyone, certainly not my
father. 
This is my chance to talk to him. All the kids go to activities
after school today except me. No one ever thought I could  be
good at anything, I guess. They come home in like two hours so I
plan on talking to him first thing. I bet he's in the basement
working on his search  engine. I'll say I love him and I really
loved what happened but we can't do it anymore; it's totally
wrong, especially between a girl and her dad. I put on some
Cerise lipstick, before I go inside. 
   
I open the door and he's right in front of me. He never waited
for me before. I feel so shocked I can't move. He closes the
door; kisses me and takes  off my backpack. It falls to the floor
as he picks me up. I can't talk with his tongue down my throat.
It's so romantic he's carrying me upstairs to my room or his I
can't tell. I guess it's my room. I feel so special I can't say
the speech that's fading from my mind. 
   
"Megan I haven't been able to think of anything but you since
last night." What speech? I say, "I thought about you too dad."
Instead of saying 'I thought about telling you we shouldn't have
sex.' He really wants me and I hate disappointing him. No, it's I
so love his paying attention to me I don't want it to stop. I
love this too much: Stopping would be wrong: I made a promise? 
   
He says, "I worried all day about what happened last night and
the police. But now we're alone." I feel excitement between my
legs when he says we are alone. It's totally awesome going from
girl ignored, to girl adored. He opens the door. And I so smell
roses. 

Where are we?" 
"Honey you know my room." "You got me roses?" 

I look around and it's clear he worked on the room all day. He
bought flowers and pink satin silk sheets for the bed. "Oh God:
Do I mean that much to you?" "You mean far more to me then I can
say my beautiful obsession. I worship you."  
   I realize he so wants me; even more then he ever wanted mommy
and her room belongs to me. As they say pay back is a bitch. No,
I love her, I guess.  Who knows what I feel. I know it's wrong
but I so want it. 
   
He sets me down next to his bed and pulls back the quilt. He's
fumbling with the buttons on my red plaid shirt getting more and
more impatient. It's kind of funny until he rips the shirt open
and throws it behind him. That and the expression on his face
makes me afraid. He's deadly serious.
     
He kisses me on the chest to distract me and feels my tits
through my red bra; my nipples get hard and I see their outline
on the fabric. I don't want him to rip my bra it's too nice so I
quickly reach back and unhook it. He grabs and it's gone.
        
I wonder; what's going to happen? I hope it  feels good like last
night? I want us to go all the way but I bet it's gonna hurt. I
want to say something but its like I can't think.
   He pulls my jeans and white lace panties down. I feel
embarrassed until he kneels and tries to kiss my pussy. He's so
silly I want to laugh. He doesn't know he can't reach my pussy
with my legs together. The poor guy needs help so I lean back. I
twist my legs outward until it hurts. I bend back pushing my
pussy in his face.  He takes it gratefully and gives it a
beautiful tongue kiss. 
   
He knocked me over with the pleasure. I'm staring up at the
ceiling. I must be lying on the bed.  He's holding my butt and
licking my pussy. He breaks the kiss and he's gone. 
   
What happened to him why did he stop? I look up. He's like across
the room taking off his white linen jacket, shirt, and red bow
tie. Next come his black shoes and socks but he leaves on his
white pants. I feel so weak that I want to just lie there. I drag
myself to my feet. 
    
He sits down. But he keeps looking at me. It must be my turn to
take off my clothes?  Is the girl supposed to strip; why am I
drawing a blank? Of course it's because no one taught me.  After
all the money we spent on acting, singing, and dancing lessons
and no one taught me. We'll see about that tomorrow won't we?
I'll just have to improvise. 
     
I kick off my black slippers, step out of my pants and pull my
panties up. I gyrate and push then down a little and pull them
back up. I repeat it a few times showing more until most of my
pussy shows.  Then I turn around and bend over.   He likes my ass
so I wiggle it for him as I push my lace panties down to my
knees. They feel so sexy binding my legs. I turn around.  One
foot steps out of them and the other kicks them in the air toward
dad.  He catches them with his big paw like a circus lion.  
    
I realize I'm completely nude. No I'm naked and alone with a man
twice my size who's obsessed with me. The way he looks I better
please him.  Does a girl who like seduced her father and betrayed
her mother deserve any mercy? 
	
His eyes are locked onto mine from the other side of the room. 
Then he's grabbing my arms so tight I'm about to beg for
forgiveness.  Before the words leave my lips I'm sailing through
the air and hit the mattress with a "uff."  Oh my god he flung me
on the bed. 
	
  I love being female. Opening the most fragile parts of me to
the most dangerous predator on the planet; to a man who's out of
his mind with lust that wants to do dirty things and degrade me.

	
He's crushing me, poking and prodding and staring down.  The
weight lessens and his hands become gentle.  I see the
calculation in his eyes and it's kind of creepy. But his caresses
improve with every stroke. Men are too clumsy to be good lovers
but not dad.  He's so focused on doing it right that I can relax
and trust him. 
       
He is devouring me with kisses and his enchanted hands that move
across, my ass, stomach and breasts igniting feelings unknown.
He's playing me like a violin.   
       
I feel like I did last summer when I found some unfinished
bottles of wine. I feel drunk, drunk on love. He sucks my tits
and licks my nipples and the feeling drives me totally crazy. 
   "
Roll over on your tummy honey." 
	
"Ok dad." He's got a thing for butts. I hope he's not gonna fuck
it. I want to come this time. He's spreading my ass cheeks. Oh,
my God his tongue is on the outside but he's licking my ass hole.

   
"Dad that's totally wrong. You're sick" 
    
"Just to remember, no matter what I do in the future, I licked
your ass and you liked it. Didn't you?" 
     
"It feels good but it's totally dirty:" 
	"It's a privilege to lick your butt because I wanted you for so
long." He kisses it and moves down my crack. He stops and says,
"I wouldn't do this for anyone else." 
	
"But daddy it's a sin." 
	
"Megan I only wish God and your mother were here to see this." 
	
"Tom you're fuckin crazy." Did I say that? No she did, she
doesn't understand that he'll do anything for me.  She tells me
I'm not that perfect and what's worse he's up to something. 
   
He licks my pussy from behind and pushes his wet slippery tongue
in me. A man is inside for the first time. He rolls me over; his
tongue enters my pussy  and it so feels like heaven. 
        
I can hear wet sounds as he licks me. I'm losing myself and she's
getting stronger. He violates me with his middle finger. His
tongue explores the folds of my skin bringing pleasure to parts
of me I didn't know were there. When his tongue hits a bump I
feel like a shock of pleasure. Courtney called it a clit. I fade
with every lick. He brings me close to an orgasm time after time
and backs off. I never had an orgasm why is he doing this?  
   
I feel a rhythm in me like I'm beginning to come and say, "Take
me! Take me!" but he stops and holds me until I think I'm calm
and then she blurts out that he should stop. 
	
He jumps up and heads for the door, leaving me in total regret.
Courtney would be ashamed. I tell him I didn't mean it but the
bastard opens the door. Doesn't he know we're past the point of
no return? If we stop now I'm a tease and dad's a monster.  And
this story will make no sense. 
   
The next thing I know I wrap my arms around his waist and pull
him back in the room. "Please don't stop." 
	
"But you asked me to?" 
	
I swing him around and push him toward the bed. "I need you
totally. I couldn't stand it if you didn't take me." He tries to
pull away but I hold on. 

"Please daddy I want you." I push him back toward the bed and
punch his chest. 
	
He said, "Ok start begging."  
	
"What do you mean?" 
	
"If you want it start rubbing your pussy and beg me to fuck you."

   
The son of a bitch is playing me. He wants to see if I am really
innocent and easily controlled. The woman inside of me says
everything he did since he met the stunned little girl at the
door to his licking my ass was an act. He's smart. He may not
know girl stuff but he totally tricked me. He knew my passion
would mirror his, and offered no relief; wanting my arousal to
exceed my reason. 
	
 I so love to wallow that I'm able to fight her off and squat
like a creature from the rain forest and finger myself. The
pleasure of the humiliation is electric.My legs channel the musky
incense smoke of passion, enveloping the little girl: When the
smoke clears; my body, a woman's body becomes me for the first
time. And I understand so much more about what I already know
because I can see things as a woman. 
       
I look up in total submission, and he says, "Ok you humiliated
yourself now get on your knees and beg for it. Men! The idiot
just painted himself into a corner.
   
The woman is insulted because we don't beg for sex and she won't
let me do it. I tell her what a great a lover he is.  And we're
past the point of no return.  If we don't do it dad will have a
breakdown and we'll lose everything, including my future. But she
stupidly insists that it's about my integrity.   

	I bend my forehead to the floor stalling for time. She doesn't
understand that it will get worse much worse if we don't do it. I
tell her I have to honor my agreement. What agreement she asks
and I don't know.
     
He takes my chin roughly and pulls my eyes up to his and says.
"So what's it going to be, slut?"
	
The clock is ticking and I can't remember the promise. She wants
a reason that satisfies her or she won't let go.  And dad looks
like he's ready to give up.
      
I can't waste any more time remembering. Okay why would it be
wrong to walk away anyway? I mean we're a talking about incest.
But if I did... if I did I'd be so running away like the girl in
the movie. Now I remember. I swore not to back down if something
dangerous happened to me but play the game through to the end. No
wonder I forgot. I made the promise to myself. Promises we make
to ourselves are the most important but the ones we most often
forget. 
        
   Dad says, Please Meagan and starts to get up but I still can't
move. Then I say, "Daddy I need you to fuck me and will do
anything you want." She released me at the last moment and now I
can take my will back.  I won't let her control me like that
again, no one will.
  "
Alright say, that you are a dirty little cock sucking whore and
you want me commit adultery with you and for us to commit incest
together." 
	
The bastard is like a lawyer wanting me to  sign off on every
sin. Okay it's just that he's afraid of the police. But morally
he can't evade his guilt and neither can I. 

	 The woman in me is afraid and complaining. I don't need her to
tell me how incest stories turn out. He's crazy because he's
having a midlife crisis.  Once we do it the obsession will end
and I'll be in charge again. Dad wrote a passion play with me as
the star I so want to play this. 
		
I pitch my voice carefully and say, "Yes Daddy, I'm a cocksucking
whore and I totally want us to commit incest and adultery. 
   "
Ok cocksucker, pull down my fly and put my dirty cock in your
mouth." 
	
That's more like it. I unzip him.  I finally see his penis hard
and erect. It looks like a one-eyed demon that wants to lure me
to my death. His cock is gross but it's beautiful too, exciting
and attractive like the pull of the edge of a cliff.    
      
He is shaking and his dick is so hard it looks ready to burst out
of its skin.  But his voice is calm as he teaches me to stroke
his penis. My father is teaching me how to give hand jobs! 
       
When he starts explaining about blowjobs I rub his dick as fast
as I can and he stops talking.  I'll do it like a performance
art, by going all the way, watching him closely and taking my
cues from him. His head goes back and his eyes close.  I keep
jacking him off until he starts to relax. Then I take his cock,
plunge it into my mouth and swallow it.  
	
He grunts appreciation as his penis rubs against the inside of my
throat. It's exciting but hard to breathe; I'm proud but I want
to puke; I feel like I'm in heaven but I know I'm totally going
to hell. 
   
I watch him carefully and let it slip into my mouth where I suck
it.  Then I jerk him off so I can take several deep breaths. I
know he's ready and I slip it between my lips and coax his
passion till he erupts in my mouth. His come smells totally gross
but it like excites me. I increase my passion by swallowing his.
I milk him dry and he's yelling and out of control because of me.
I totally love pleasing him in such a degrading way. 
	
He tells me I gave him his first deep throat and best blowjob
ever. 
   
He stands, I really want him now, I rise, unbuckle, unbutton and
shove him; he falls; I grab trousers and pull; he falls out of
them; I swing them away; he bounces off the bed; I snatch his
underpants and throw them over my right shoulder. I'm a total
whore. 
   
I jump: We bump heads but he still catches me. A sloppy kiss; he
turns us over and plants me on  the bed. He goes down and starts
eating me out. I bend my knees and pull my legs up to my chest
and spread them. His tongue caresses me as I run my  fingers
through his hair. If this isn't love its better. If I were not so
horny I'd want him to do this forever.  He rubs the base of my
pussy as he licks me and a rhythm starts. I'm coming for the
first time. It's more a relief then anything else. 
   
I'm still coming. He grabs a lubricant from the headboard. It
feels warm and smells nice as he rubs it inside. Then he puts my
middle finger in my slit and makes me rub. I watch him open a jar
of Vaseline while I'm still coming. What am I? What did he do to
me? 
	
I look at him putting Vaseline on his dick. Now everything seems
scary and totally gross.  The woman in me is suddenly scared.
It's like the movie last night.  Just like the boy I wanted my
father to like me so I started a dangerous game without asking
questions. 
    
He rubs the head of his cock against the outside of my pussy.
"I'm going to take your cherry. The faster I do it the less it
will hurt. Spread your legs as wide as you can."
He's standing between my spread legs holding my feet. I look up
in fear and anticipation. He so obsessed by an image that he
won't to protect the little girl I am inside. Instead he's going
to stab her like every girl made into woman. He'll come in me
heedless of the price we'll all pay. 
 
I feel an explosion of pain when he nails me. It's agony but it
goes as quickly as it came and it's just sore. I feel like people
look when they get run through.  More shocked then hurt. He's
inside of me and it feels great.
   
He starts fucking with little strokes, which make me wet and
reduces the pain. It feels good and hurts at the same time. It's
so wonderful  having him work his way inside: Sharing this
journey with him means so much. 
	
He feels it too and says, "Megan I love feeling the inside of
your pussy." 
	
"And I so love you being totally inside of me." 
   
"But I'm not in all the way."
	
"I thought you were."
     
"I don't want to hurt you baby." 
	
"I'm not your baby any more. Just go for it."
      	He backs out a little and goes wild with his fucking. He
thrusts harder and deeper and the pain increases. Most girls
would have felt frightened but my previous submission bore fruit.
I thrust up as he pushes down. He breaks on through to the other
side and we feel the joy of his slippery dick sliding in all the
way.  I wrap my legs around him pulling him inward and he's
squeezing my ass and pushes until our Venus mounds grind
together.   
   

"Oh Tom you're up me all the way: Your penis it's an organ in my
body."


   	He says, "We're one: This is the greatest moment of my life,"
we hold each other unmoving. His hands keep squeezing my ass
cheeks back and forth so much it hurts but I like him hurting me
this way. Our bodies adjust till there's no weight at all. I feel
my pussy wrapping around his cock as it changes shape and we
become a perfect fit. 
   
He feels drops on my cheek and pushes himself up off the bed. "It
hurts a lot, sweetheart?" "No it just feels so wonderful." I see
his eyes glisten; his wet falls from his eyes mixing with mine
rolling down my cheek. He licks and gives me salty kisses.  
   
Our hearts and breathing move into sync and our minds become
still. A new world opens up, one of subtle pleasures where the
tiniest sensation brings joy. The world's vibrations, the rhythm
of our bodies, rubs us together creating sparks of bliss. We
can't help but seek more and we rock together in a rhapsody of
joy. Our excitement and pleasure increases, as does our movement
until our lust overcomes our love and we start fucking at exactly
the same time. 
   
I love his fucking until he tries to get fancy. This is
ridiculous. "Tom I totally need you to fuck me. You can be
artistic next time. Don't act like a jerk; just fuck me: Fuck the
living shit out of me." 
	
He loses it and becomes an animal. We move all over the bed and
he lifts me up and slams me down. He's shaking me to death and
I'm the rutting bitch most women only dream of. 
	
I'm coming. We're coming. A sensuous wave sweeps me out of this
reality into the ecstasy of now. Not past not future not
direction their lies drop away and my identity becomes a distant
dream. The pleasure of oneness is forever and I'm everything
everywhere. 
 
Out the eternity of oneness a desire arises because I see all. I
can use the vision. I try to capture it but it slips through my
fingers. I return to pure pleasure and the pleasure becomes our
orgasm, my orgasm. I'm coming. I hear my soft cries of auh auh
auh ooou and dad's panting on top of me. The coming fades like
the sounds of thunder in the distance. 
   
Just as I accept it's over:  I hear the door; He rolls out of me.
I'm in shock not knowing where I am. Then I see his arm and I
realize that I just lost part of myself, I am under the covers.
Men are smart about covering up.   
	
I hear Emily say, "Dad, Meghan dropped her backpack right in
front of the door and I almost tripped. She did it before and she
knows." 
	
"Just like you know you're supposed to knock before you come in."

	
"Daddy you don't have any clothes on." 
	
"That's why you should knock. Now put Megan's backpack in her
room and I want you to stop spying on her." 
	
"But daddy she's dangerous." 
     
"You heard me young lady." 
	 
I hear her leave. Emily is the plague She must have seen my
clothes on the floor. She won't tell mom because she thinks she
can handle it herself. All she knows are numbers. Handling people
is much harder and more important. I will become her favorite.
 
I pop up from under cover. 
 
"Why did Emily say I'm dangerous?" 
 	
"She has this crazy idea that when you want something you would
do anything to get it." 
 
I make my face flush with anger and say, "She's so paranoid." 
 
"You're right about Emily. I know you're a sweet girl."
 	
A sweet girl? He's completely bonkers. I can't give up the sex,
not yet anyway. But I sure as hell don't love him. If this gets
out my career is over and that's all I have left. 
 
"Megan we need to talk about how to handle this." 
 
My former protector is more of a danger than Emily. He may say
something stupid and let the cat out of the bag. I can't step out
of character be honest with him. I'll talk with Courtney first.
She knows what it's like to be an orphan. 

"You mean a meeting? What do you call them anyway?"
 	"They're called private business meetings. We're going to have
to have a lot of them, I'm afraid." 
	
I look up at him wide eyed, "I'm not really into meetings, but if
that's what you want. We can talk when you drive me to theater
practice tomorrow. Do you have any bubble bath?" 
 	
"I'm sure there is some in my bathroom left over from before."
 	
I give him a hug and a kiss and turn so he doesn't see the tears
and say, "Daddy please start my bath and add bubbles. I'm going
to take a bathrobe from your closet: I'd ask you to get it but
there's one in there, I always wanted." 
 



END


Old INRODUCTION WARNING: This story is sexually explicit in
nature and should not be read by anyone who is under the age of
18 or a not ready or willing to read such material.   First
Amendment:  Congress shall make no law respecting an
establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise
thereof; or abridging the freedom of religion or of the press; or
the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition
the Government for a redress of grievances.     1.   About the
story Megan Revealed:  The story is not advocacy fiction it is a
way to explore the issue of incest and underage sex. The story
involves consensual sex between a pre-teen girl and her father.
The story is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual
activity.   2.  Do not try this at home.  The characters in the
story are professionals and can not be injured killed suffer
trauma or get pregnant.  The events depicted in the story are
dangerous, possibly immoral and are illegal in most states (check
your local laws.)      3.  Statement on incest and under age sex
I would not want these events to take place in this reality. I
have never had any interest in real incest but fantasy incest
seems very different. Actually there seems to be a biological
aversion to incest.  Except for relatives when they have been
raised apart. However there are exceptions.   Laws against incest
and underage sex seem to make sense because the potential for
abuse is too great. In an incestuous relationship or a
relationship with someone who is under age, the difference in
power between the two maybe so great, that there can be no
consent.  This is not always the case but laws are made for the
greatest good for the greatest number and are not made for any
one individual case. If an act is kept private and no one is
harmed then it's no one else's business. Once it becomes public
or once someone is hurt then it becomes society's business.   


















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