Perverts 'R' Us

Fighting the Inevitable

By The Purvv ( M/F, cons, inc-fath/dau )

Author's note: This is another of the unfinished stories of mine. Unfortunately, this hasn't gotten to the heavy sex yet, so strokers, be forewarned!

Chapter One

Of course, she should have been more cautious. However, she had done it many times before without ever having to worry about being caught. After all, her room was supposed to be private. Who would have thought that her father would have walked in on her unannounced? She didn't even know he was home from work. What intrigued Debbie now was what her father's reaction had been.

It all started on Thursday morning when Debbie, an 18-year-old high school senior, got off from school early because of 'Senior Week'. Returning home, she didn't even realize that her father's car was parked outside of their house. Unbeknownst to her he had taken a vacation day off from work and was sleeping late.

She had gone up to her bedroom to change her clothes and, because she had no immediate plans, when she stripped down to her bra and panties she began to touch herself outside of her panties while thinking about her boyfriend Jeff. Soon she was stripping the bra and panties off her body and she moved onto the bed, above the covers.

Then the girl was touching herself for real and soon her working fingers were expertly arousing her pussy. Unable to control herself, Debbie quickly pulled the vibrator from the night table and began moving the instrument all about her pussy area.

Upon waking, her father had been passing her room when he heard noises from behind the door. As he had fallen asleep in the nude and because he had not expected anyone to be home he had been heading to the bathroom while he was still totally undressed. Not yet fully awake and not yet thinking logically, he automatically entered his daughter's bedroom in search of the strange sounds that he had heard.

At that point in time, when he entered her room, his daughter had almost reached the peak of her passion. Debbie's hips were involuntarily tremoring beneath her maneuvers with the hand-held vibrator.

Karl stood in shock as his daughter bucked upward and quietly moaned. He was standing alongside the bed when she opened her eyes. Her whole body stiffened and froze. The young girl stared at her father, afraid to move or speak. He just stood in place. Slowly waking up to reality, his eyes looked at his daughter. Debbie was completely nude, half-sitting and half-lying with her hand between her legs and a contraption in her hands that he assumed was a vibrator.

Karl's eyes moved over his daughter's naked body and his own manhood reacted. He had not seen her naked for about eight years and this was a complete shock to him. She was a woman now, a real woman. Her body was fully developed. He had taken notice over the years, it had been pretty obvious, and he had been very proud of his daughter's development; but that was the extent of his looking. However, now he could not avert his eyes. He knew that he should walk out of the room but his male curiosity would not allow him to do so.

His eyes first riveted to the flesh of her breasts, they looked so full and exciting. Then his attention was directed between her legs and his cock became rock hard at the scene between her legs.

Seeing her father's eyes almost in a trance running over her body, Debbie quickly pulled the vibrator away. However, in her nervous state, she neglected to close her legs, and Karl sucked in a gasp of air and held it, as his eyes fastened to the open gash and trimmed pussy. The sight was awesome and frightening to him. His already rock hard cock began to involuntarily jump, as his eyes continued looking at his daughter's pussy. The total movement in his crotch alerted Debbie and her eyes shot to his throbbing manhood as she suddenly realized that both she and her father were completely naked.

"Daaaaah," she cried.

Her call brought him to his senses and he too realized both of their conditions.

Her father stammered, "I-I'm sorry," and he quickly retreated from her room.

A half-hour later Debbie and Karl were fully dressed and in the living room. After an awkward beginning, they began to discuss what had happened. Debbie always had a good relationship with her parents and was pretty honest with them. Karl and Susan were pretty liberal and open with their daughter.

The conversation between father and daughter was very amicable. Both explained how they happened to be home. Karl told Debbie that he had been asleep and had just woke up and was going to the bathroom when he heard a noise and he thought that she was at school, so he went into her room to investigate. Debbie said how she had gotten out early and then, although it was awkward, she managed to tell him that she too thought the house was empty and...well...you know...

They decided that it would be too embarrassing for both to tell Susan what had happened so they concluded it would be their secret.

"Do you, er, do that often?" he asked a little later.

Debbie smiled now. "Not too much. Only today, I wasn't going anywhere and... I do get urges, you know," she finished the sentence with feigned indignity and a smile. He just nodded. Suddenly she added, whispering, "And so do you, I saw!"

He looked at her, into her eyes. She was smiling but he was ashamed. He lowered his eyes to the floor and said quietly, "I'm sorry, sweetheart!"

Debbie suddenly felt terrible. She had not meant to upset her father, but apparently, she did. She actually thought that she was making a cute comment.

"Hey pops," she said, perkily. She moved over to where he was standing. She put her hand under his chin and raised it. Their eyes met. Hers were still smiling. "Don't be sorry. You had nothing to do with it. It was me that didn't have any clothes on. You didn't strip me."

"Yeah, hon, but...I, er, looked." Again that ashamed look.

Debbie's hand held steady on her father's chin and she felt sad for him. Apparently, he was chastising himself.

"So you looked... Big deal! The way I was, you didn't have a chance not to. It's not like you enjoyed it..."

Karl took a deep breath and lifted his eyes to hers. "But I did," he said in a whisper.

Debbie stiffened momentarily and then cavalierly added, "But you didn't try to do anything."

Almost as soon as she said those words, she regretted them, as she was afraid of her father's response.

He confirmed her fears, "But I...I wanted to baby. Don't you understand? I was actually looking...thinking...feeling...well, god Debbie, you know!" She looked at this sad man and felt for him. He continued by adding, "How could I... You're my daughter, for crissakes."

He pulled from her and walked away and out of the room. She didn't bother to go after him. He went directly to his bedroom.

Debbie sat on the couch and replayed the morning's episode and she knew what her father was talking about. She recalled now the lust in his eyes as he looked over her body. At the time, she had been too frightened to notice but now she remembered. She remembered how his cock had jumped from the excitement of his seeing her naked body.

Then as she formulated her thinking, she suddenly allowed her thoughts to cross a barrier. So what, she thought? So I aroused him. He's a man, I'm a girl; what else could anyone expect? So we're daughter and father. Does that make him any less of a man? It seemed like every boy in school wanted to get into her panties, though only Jeff had succeeded. Why shouldn't her father have become aroused upon seeing her full nakedness?

Why should feelings be different? What if he had touched her, would she feel any different than if Jeff touched her? Probably...but if she didn't, would she be evil? She thought not.

So her father wanted her, so what?

She went upstairs and knocked. Karl called her in. He was lying atop his blankets with his hands beneath his head. When she walked in, his face was turned toward the door and his eyes followed her as she approached.

"I just have to say my piece," she started. She stood at the side of his bed looking down at him and she waited until he gave a short nod of encouragement to continue. When he did she added, "You shouldn't feel bad daddy... You looked...so what? I'm your daughter, but I'm also a female. So what? You wanted me... So what? Dad, don't hate yourself. Lots of fathers feel that way and we all know lots of them do things with their daughters. I know it's supposed to be terrible, but why? It's just two people...male and female...with the 'hots' for each other!"

She said the last just to get a smile from him. She succeeded. A grin spread across her father's face. After a long silence, he said, "Okay, hon... Thanks."

"Good," she said, cheerfully. "Now let's go pick up ma at work as a surprise."

"Okay," he said, getting up from the bed. "But... I still have the 'hots' for you," he said with a grin.

As they were leaving the bedroom, she stopped. She reached down and grabbed his hand. Looking him in the eye, she said, "And if you really mean that, stay home from work tomorrow."

Debbie had no idea why she said this. Perhaps it was because of her fascination that her father had actually become aroused at the sight of her. Perhaps she felt sorry for him. Their eyes met and held. She realized that perhaps this was something that she wanted before and perhaps she had pushed it from her mind.

Finally, their gaze broke and both of them meekly walked out.

*******

That night was one of the worst in his life for sleeping. His daughter filled his thoughts and he had trouble sleeping. It was no longer a matter of right or wrong...of course it was wrong. It was no longer a matter of whether he wanted to or not...of course, he did. The only questions now were whether or not his daughter was serious and if she was, then what would he do? Would he really cross the line? Could he really get up the nerve?

Chapter Two

The following morning came and Debbie was forced to face her own reality check. Her father's car was parked outside of the house again when she got out of school early. The 18-year-old girl stood outside, almost as if she were studying it. What she was really doing was making a final decision. She knew that if she went into the house now that she would be accepting an incestuous episode. As she thought back to the prior day, she suddenly felt a tremor of forbidden excitement run through her being. Then she knew. Taking a deep breath, she entered the house.

Karl was in the living room when she came in. When he had heard the door he suddenly felt sick. He realized the enormity of the situation. He couldn't do it...! He wouldn't do it...! He still didn't know if Debbie was serious yesterday or what she would do today, but it didn't matter...!

Debbie was also having second (actually third and fourth) thoughts. After the usual acknowledgements of each other, her father suddenly said, "How 'bout we go out to breakfast?"

A wave of relief seemed to come over both of them and the tensions in the air dissipated.

Over breakfast at the restaurant Debbie sensed what had happened. Her father's morals had won out. Yet she sensed such a huge sadness in the man. And strangely, she was now becoming much more aware of her father's maleness.

*******

At home later, as they sat in the living room, the conversation returned to the prior day. She had asked why he stayed home and was it because of what she had suggested. Suddenly her father spewed out volumes. Amid continuous apologies he confessed that was indeed why he had stayed home ("I'm sorry") and that he hadn't slept all night thinking of her ("I'm sorry") and how he couldn't stop from remembering her beautiful nakedness and that he couldn't shake the desire to make love to her ("I'm sorry").

Again, as the day before, his attitude only increased Debbie wants to satisfy his desires. She had lost all inhibitions of father/daughter incest. She loved how he respected and admired her. She knew that the whole thing was tearing him apart.

From that night forward, both father and daughter resolved to themselves to solve this problem in different ways. Karl was determined to fight the forbidden feelings. He told himself that if any thoughts came to him about his daughter his should simply shut them out of his mind. Not usually a regular churchgoer, he now started to go to Mass every Sunday.

Debbie's solution was simple. After a few long nights of serious reflection, she had decided that she was going to bed her own father. She knew what society said about incest, and although she was taught that it was wrong, she really didn't have any deep convictions about the deed. The more that she thought about it, the more that she was convinced: her father was a man, she was a woman, and both of them were attracted to one another. This last bit was what finally convinced her of her thoughts. When she was taking stock, she had suddenly realized that SHE WAS ATTRACTED TO HER FATHER! And wasn't it her mother and father who told her that there was nothing wrong with any sex as long as no one was hurt?

The next month was tortuous for Karl. He had resolved to rid his brain of the taboo thoughts, but Debbie wasn't helping. Although he had no way of knowing that she was trying to entice him, she was doing her best to get her father's male attention without alerting her mother to what she was doing.

Karl attributed it to the fact that the weather had become warmer that Debbie was less dressed than in the winter months. Almost nightly now, she was walking around the house in shorts and exciting summer-style blouses. On weekends, she was staying home and spending more time in the pool area in the back of the house. He purposely avoided going out by her but she made frequent trips in and out of the house and Karl could not help but look at the exciting body.

At 5'4" with her perm-blonde hair surrounding that Christie Brinkley-type face, Debbie was a stunner. In her bikini where one couldn't avoid looking at the 34C breasts, narrow waist and long legs, she was absolutely ravishing.

Karl was fighting with himself nightly because of the fact that he couldn't avoid looking at his daughter's body. He hated himself so much that he had begun to start to think of leaving the family. Almost nightly after going to bed, he thought of her.

Meanwhile, Debbie had become emboldened and excited at the thought of her father possessing her. She realized that he was fighting himself (for her own good) and she dressed to attract his attention. And knowing that her father was trying to avoid looking at her was almost like a challenge to the youngster. At night around the house, she stopped wearing a bra under her blouses and tight sweaters. She also tried to wear tight shorts or short skirts and whenever possible, when her mother wasn't within eyeshot and her father's attention could be grabbed, she would do something to draw his attention, often causing his arousal, she noticed.

It was the end of July when they were invited to Debbie's cousin's wedding. Karl, Susan and Debbie were at the same table with Debbie's boyfriend and four other family members.

During the course of the night, Karl could not help but to look at just how ravishing and mature his daughter was in the low-cut dress. In addition, he had seen her dressed this way in the past, but it was always when she was going to a prom or something similar, never where he was around her for the whole night. He simply could not help but allow his eyes to steal glances at her beauty.

Karl was a non-drinker and thus was always the designated driver. Susan was quite the drinker and this night was no exception. Those were two of the tripping keys to the coming night. At the same time, Debbie was allowed to have a few champagnes and a couple of drinks. With the excitement of the atmosphere and the dancing with would-be horny guys plus her boyfriend Jeff, her head was in the upper edge of sexual excitement.

With about 15 minutes to go before they ended up the night, Debbie ran over from the dance floor, grabbed her father's hand, and dragged him back onto the floor. Susan simply grinned; drink had definitely caught up to her.

As father and daughter danced to a slow song, Karl kept his proper distance. As they danced, his eyes could not help but move into the cleavage of her gown-clutching breasts. Suddenly Debbie slid in against him, totally. Her chest was against his, her belly pushed into him and her arms enclosed tighter around him. He sucked in a breath as he felt the heat from her body passing into his. If anyone were paying attention to them an evil suspicion would have had to pass through their minds, these bodies were so close together.

Debbie was hot. This was one of the three scenarios that she had dreamed up as a way to bed her daddy. She pushed her cheek onto his shoulder against his and her warm breath pushed out on his ear. The smell of her perfume and femininity, coupled with her hot body moving against him had his mind not thinking of his surroundings. He could feel his cock throbbing at its maximum and damned if he didn't want to push it against her. She pushed her hips in to meet him and they were grinding against one another. Karl was out of it mentally. The male had taken over his wants and needs.

"I love you daddy," she whispered at his ear, her lips actually touching him.

Karl's arms tightened around her. This was what he wanted. The body he wanted. The love he wanted. "I...I love you too sweetheart," he said, but his voice was almost lost in his excitement, only a bare whisper came from his lips.

Debbie was working her hot body in, out, and against his while grinding. This was her plan, her best chance. It was working, as her father was moving against her in such a manner that if this dance didn't end soon he would probably forget completely where he was and really work against her.

"I want you daddy," she whispered, this time she kissed his ear, and although she couldn't hear it with the noise in the room, he groaned aloud. Debbie knew that he was totally hot for her. She could see it in his face, feel it in his clutching arms, and in his rock-hard cock that he was managing to dance into her body at her crotch. "Fuck me tonight dad? After we get home?"

Karl's pants suddenly became extremely wet as his cock let loose some of the juices that had been pent-up. God he wanted her so bad. And now she was actually asking him.

The dance was almost over; the last notes were playing. "Please, dad...?"

God help him..."Okay baby...okay..."

With those words, she pushed with all of her might into him as the song ended. He pushed back while his hands pulled her tighter into him and his cock released a few more spurts in spite of his trying not to allow it to happen.

On the way home, Karl didn't have time to talk himself out of anything. Debbie talked her boyfriend into going home by himself and she rode in the back seat of the family car. Her mother was obviously out of it as she plunked down on the passenger side and within five minutes was nodding asleep. As Karl drove, his eyes were more on the mirror than on the road. There he kept meeting his daughter's penetrating gaze, which was beckoning him with a quiet desperation. In addition, she would purposely lick her lips when he was looking into her eyes; anything to keep him from changing his mind. At one point on the trip home, Debbie looked over at her mother and, assured that she was asleep, the young girl leaned forward and actually took her father's ear in her mouth and flicked her tongue out. A wild thrill cursed through his body and she whispered, "I love you." She probably would not have been so bold without the liquor in her.

When they reached their block she again moved forward and whispered into his ear, "Come by me, like you did that day...?"

Once again, his cock was hard.

More to come…