Perverts 'R' Us

An Incestuous Episode: Jack and Etta

By The Purvv ( M/f, 1st, inc-fath/dau )

Author's note: The last half of this story was blatantly stolen from 'Droit de Seigneur' by Anoninsac who should be bombarded with emails at anoninsac@yahoo.com for giving his permission to me to use his words.

It had only started a couple of months ago. Etta had known about incest but it was in an abstract way, because the 14-year-old girl was still a virgin and also because she didn't know of anyone that was directly involved in the forbidden practice.

That changed when she found out that one of her best friends was having sex with her own father. Upon hearing of that, the shocked girl talked her own parents about what she had found out. Although both of them told her how wrong sex was between family members, to her surprise her mother somewhat condoned the practice, telling her not to condemn her friend because there was no way of knowing if maybe she was forced or even if maybe there was something in her genes that fueled the urges. And even though her father didn't comment, Etta couldn't help but notice that as she and her mother discussed this topic, he seemed to be studying his daughter's reaction.

Etta was very confused. The thought that things like that could happen was something that she had not honestly believed until now.

It seemed as if from that day forward, her father was looking at the 14-year-old girl more intently than he had ever done before, and Etta couldn't help but notice. First, he was seemingly studying her face and soon his eyes began drifting to her body, most notably her breasts. Her immediately reaction to this was embarrassment, but that began to change when his attention started to cause a heated flush within her.

As the days passed, she began to take notice that her father's eyes were looking more and more at her body, whenever her mother was not around; and no longer was he stealing looks at her breasts only. On more than one occasion, with her back to him she would glance around and find him looking at her buttocks.

Etta could feel that there was something more than a fatherly interest, especially when she caught him stealing glances, looking directly into her crotch. By then she was also noticing a strange (masculine?) look in her father's eyes as he looked at her body. Soon, this toppled over into her own feelings of heat within her body, when he would stare at her. It was only a short time after she began to suspect her father had sexual thoughts about her that Etta happened to glance at his crotch. It was then that she confirmed her suspicions, when she managed to see that he was aroused.

Her immediate reaction was fear. For a few nights after her realization, as she lay in her bed, she toyed with the idea of telling her mother what she suspected, but when the initial shock eased, she began to rethink her position. It wasn't as if her father was attacking her. Besides, she knew that she was quite a hot looking girl; even some of the seniors in school were after her.

Her dad was only normal, she told herself. Men looked at girls, she knew. She and her girl friends discussed that on more than one occasion; it seemed as if a guy at any age would look at a girl, no matter how young. They were often surprised to catch some of the male teachers eyeing them up.

Etta wouldn't be able to put a finger on just when her thoughts began to transform further, but the truth was that with each passing day she was not only accepting her father's stares more and more, but indeed, she was actually becoming somewhat heated by them, and she began to return his interest. Two or three times a night she would catch him looking at her and would look up to his face; staring at him until he ceased ogling when he realized that his daughter was watching him. Then he would look up into her eyes and they would stare at each other.

The 14-year-old beauty came to the full truth one Tuesday evening. Usually Etta didn't remove her bra until she put on her night things, but on this night she did. Shortly thereafter, while her mother was not around in the living room, she happened to bend down while facing her dad. Then, while still in the bent position she suddenly realized that he had a clear view down her blouse and upon her breasts if he was looking.

She lifted her head. He was!!!! Then they both raised their eyes to one another. A soft half smile came to his lips and he then looked back down into the shadows of her flesh. Although she was flushed from nervousness, she was also flushed and heated from the feelings that her father's eyes on her flesh were causing. She remained in that position for almost fifteen seconds, until the sound of her mother returning back into the room alerted her, which made her straighten up.

Her mother took no notice of what had been happening. She sat alongside her father and immediately began to watch the TV. Etta looked at her father and could see how excited the whole incident had gotten him. His face still had the look of one who was caught doing something wrong. The girl could also see that he shifted himself so that his wife wouldn't notice the hardness in his pants.

For weeks, this went on. Etta's masturbation fantasizes switched from a few of her singing idols to her father. After much struggling with the truth, she finally admitted to herself that her father wanted her and she actually was feeling 'something' for him...sexually!!!

By the time of Etta's oldest sister's first anniversary, both she and her dad knew that if they ever found themselves alone, that something explosive might happen. When her sister asked her mom to watch the baby while she and her husband celebrated by spending Saturday night at a motel, both father and daughter realized the potential.

For most of Saturday, whenever Jack looked at his daughter, their eyes would meet and it was as if they were talking without words. Etta could sense that this would be the night that her father would approach her. As excited as she was at that thought, she was just as afraid. She couldn't be sure how this was going to unfurl and she had no idea what her response was going to be.

At 10 o'clock, she went to bed, as was her usual Saturday night time. Her mother had to be at her sister's by 11 and Etta guessed that her father would be up by her as soon as her mom left.

For the next fifteen minutes, she struggled with herself, until finally her weeks of secret urges culminated in a decision. 'Okay daddy, I'm yours!' she thought. Lying in her bed in only her panties, she suddenly slid her hands-down. Lifting her hips, she pushed them down her legs and off her ankles. Then she turned out all the lights except the dim table lamp, lay back, after lying beneath the sheet, and nervously awaited what she knew would be inevitable.

Fifteen minutes later she heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. Her little heart began to beat harder and she fought the fright that was going through her.

Then her door pushed open gently. Her father stepped into the room and looked over toward her bed. Etta was looking into his face; she looked frightened. He closed the door behind him and continued to look toward his daughter. He could see her heavy breathing beneath the sheet.

He had realized for weeks now that this was going to happen, as much as both of them didn't want it to happen. Father and daughter wanted each other! There was no stopping this!

He opened his robe and let it fall off his shoulders as he approached her bed. Her heart was beating even harder now as she suddenly realized that he was not wearing anything. His cock stood out, erect and proud.

"Let me see you baby."

Her mind wanted to run away, but her body was aching. These weeks of fantasizing and masturbating had her in knots. As afraid as she was, she obeyed. She tossed the sheet from her body to her side and lay there openly.

Jack appraised his young daughter before him. She had very small breasts, which were still developing. Her mound was only partially covered with soft downy hair that did not hide her womanly treasure.

Etta lay on the bed and felt lost in the soft embrace of the mattress. It was wonderful. Her father joined her on the bed.

"Daddy..." she said with a worried tone.

He put his finger to her lips. "Shush."

Finally, he leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers. It was a long melting kiss. This was not her father, but her lover! Etta moaned quietly. She felt his hand on her belly and she trembled. It moved across her soft flesh, closer and closer to her breasts. Etta felt her skin becoming warm and she experienced strange feelings again. There was warmth and dampness between her legs. Her father's fingers found her breasts, encircling them, and then closing on her nipple. She gasped at the sensation.

He broke the kiss and slowly moved his head down until his lips found her breast. The little girl gasped. Taking the nipple between his lips, he sucked and nipped, and then laved it with his tongue while she murmured. Then he moved to the other breast and lavished it with his attention. Etta felt the warmth rising in her loins. She was becoming wet.

Her lover, she told herself.

Jack moved his hand down between her legs and pushed them apart. His finger found her slit and insinuated itself there. She groaned at the sensation as the finger found her center. He moved his finger over her, back and forth. Etta was inundated with sensations to her breasts and nipples and cleft. The wetness from her pussy poured forth and his fingers spread it over her. She began to moan. Now she knew why she heard her mother at night. The moan was torn from her by intense feelings that demanded release.

Jack moved over the small girl. Their eyes met and held. She was seemingly gasping for breath as her father placed himself at the entrance to her maidenhood. He pushed forward and felt her young flesh open itself, to accept him.

'Oh my god' her mind screamed. The excited little girl had never felt anything like this. Her mother had talked to her about sex and what happens when a girl loses her virginity. She had said that the first time would bring some pain and blood. However, Etta had no idea that she would feel so stretched, as if she was being filled completely and then more. Her father's flesh moved deeper into her and she felt it reach and then breach her maidenhead. As it stabbed into her, there was a sharp ripping pain.

Jack lay still for a moment as his young daughter spasmed around his girth. Then he was moving deeper into her. When she believed she could take no more, he reversed and pulled back out.

Etta let out a small sigh as the pressure eased. Then she felt the thing pushing into her again. Only this time it seemed to fill her whole body. The youngster gasped at the pressure.

Once again the pressure relented as her father pulled back.

The 14-year-old girl braced for the next plunge but when it came it was different. It seemed to be much easier. She still felt some pain where her maidenhead had been parted but the intense pressure was disappearing.

As the uncomfortable feeling departed, new feelings emerged. On every stroke, Etta started to feel wonderful sensations emanating from where her body was joined to her father's. When he plunged into her and his body rubbed hers there was a burst of pleasure. Etta began to welcome the thrusts.

He felt his daughter stiffen under him and then gradually relax. Soon she was responding to the thrusts. The look of pain disappeared from her face and was replaced by a look of passion. Her hips started to move in a natural and unconscious rhythm with his. Etta was now seeking pleasure just as he was.

Jack moved in small circles and deep strokes, trying to bring the young girl to the heights of passion. He felt it absolutely necessary to bring his little girl as much passion as he possibly could. He massaged her budding nipples as he stroked deeply into her. He held his body high to increase the pressure of his strokes against his daughter's most intimate parts.

Etta was lost in a world of new sensations. Her world narrowed until it was subsumed in her body: fingers on breasts, pubic pressing pubic, shaft plunging into her well, skin rubbing skin. She felt a tension building in her body. Her heart raced and her chest felt hot. Sweat broke on her face and her muscles went rigid.

He felt his child go rigid under him. All the signs were foretelling the coming cataclysm. He let his own pleasure take him. He felt the pressure rising from his groin as the familiar rumblings began.

The 14-year-old girl moaned and mewled under her father and her hands dug into the soft mattress. Jack let his own climax take him to fierce heights, pounding into his daughter with wild abandon. She was groaning with pleasure and he was muttering incoherent words as he poured his incestuous seed forth.

Etta felt a burst of pleasure and dug her hands into the soft bed. The feelings exploded in her body. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Pleasure radiated from her body and euphoria overtook her mind. She felt her father come to rest over her and realized he was panting from his exertions. She moved under him, enjoying the feelings in her loins. She felt inundated with the wetness of their coupling.

Finally, Jack pulled himself from her and collapsed next to her. As her daddy's body left hers she felt a sense of loss, of emptiness.

He turned to her and wrapped her in his arms. Etta nestled against his chest. This had been the most amazing experience of her fourteen years. He gently stroked her hair. They lay like that and Etta felt a complete lassitude overtaking her. The world faded around her.

She awoke in the morning to a bright sun streaming in the window.

The End