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Subject: Title story: "A Beach Romp" Author: INCEST MAN                                                                   54120962
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A Beach Romp

by brendabarrett ©

She'd grown into a woman. It seemed like just a moment, but it took years. She
had gone from a gawky, lanky kid to a mature beauty. The transformation haunted
him since the day he noticed. He remembered the day he first saw the change. She
came downstairs after just waking. Her old white nightshirt clung to her breasts
just enough to reveal the outline of her pert nipples. She moved gracefully
toward the refrigerator to grab her customary morning orange juice and sprite, a
strange morning combination but she made it her own. He knew her routine, he
lived by it ever since she was a little girl. She was his baby. He had three
children, but his preference was thinly veiled. Tiffany was his favorite. Even
before Tiffany had matured their bond was unbelievably strong. He had never come
across a father daughter relationship like he had with his baby. He had been in
love with her her whole life, it seemed only natural that since turning eighteen
she had blossomed into a woman ready for a different kind of love. If only he
could give it to her. He broke from his silent reverie and watched now as she
slowly came down the stairs in the same ratty nightshirt she'd worn for years
making her way to the fridge for her morning concoction.

"You drink that stuff even on vacation baby?" He called out from the other room.

"Daddy, you know I can never start a day without my Tiff Special!" She called
back throwing him a huge smile as if she herself were a commercial ad for the OJ
and soda combination.

"I know, don't remind me. I don't know how you can drink soda in the
morning Tiff."

"And I don't know how you can drink coffee" She replied promptly sticking her
tongue out at her father.

He loved their banter. Tiffany had a wit just like her mother. She reminded him
so much of the wife he had lost five years before. The way she walked, her
mannerisms, even her voice recalled memories of her mother. The most striking
resemblance, however, was her sharp tongue. Tiffany gave it to her father just
as her mother had done before her. He was constantly being put in his place by
his eighteen-year-old baby girl and he loved it.

"You getting a gut old man?" She called out from the kitchen as she fixed
herself breakfast.

"Just more of me for you to hug every morning baby" He called back, looking down
at his stomach, wishing he was ten years younger.

She walked into the living room where he sat and as she passed him the light
shone through he nightshirt revealing the silhouette of her taught body. He saw
he breasts gently sway as she walked and the tight curve of her bottom was just
visible from below her nightshirt. She mesmerized him. She caught his stare,
looking a little embarrassed.

"Daddy, maybe I should get dressed. I'm hardly a little girl anymore and this
nightshirt barely covers my behind…"

He cut her off stating plainly "This is true, that nightshirt need to be burned
its pure slut. I mean who wears such provocatively skimpy outfits around their
fathers anyway." His sarcastic tone made her laugh.

"All right I get the point, it's not risqué or anything, I'm just saying, maybe
another set of pajamas is in order… shopping anyone?"

He knew the sound of this tune. Shopping to Tiffany meant an entire day devoted
to mall surfing, not buying a thing until the entire surface had been surveyed,
then returning to desired shops to make purchases. He was in no mood to follow
his daughter around on one of her shopping escapades. He had a better idea.

"I'll get you something this morning. I have to go out for some food for dinner
anyway. You hit the beach, I'll be back in a few." He replied.

He quickly dressed and got going on his quest. He knew where he would go,
Victoria's Secret, the mecca really for all things sleepware. When he got there
the pinkness of the place overwhelmed him, as it usually did. His purely
innocent motives became less so the longer he spent engulfed in the pink
surroundings. He emerged from the store with a long white silk gown. Its length
made it appear deceptively conservative, but its plunging neckline and slightly
transparent nature made said otherwise. He couldn't wait to see Tiffany in the
new nightware.

When he returned he walked through the house onto the back porch that overlooked
the ocean. He saw her then. She was wearing a gold bikini. It seemed only big
enough to not break any major laws. He was certain if she moved quickly in any
direction there would surely be exposure of one kind or another. Did he let her
buy that? God she looked beautiful. He full breasts were barely covered by the
tightly stretched metallic triangles that seemed glued to her chest. He could
make out her nipples through the suit and he felt himself getting hard. He
watched unseen from the house as she rolled over. As she turned on breast came
right out of the suit, just as he had thought. She seemed either not to notice
or not to care as she continued to position herself for maximum back exposure to
the sun. He couldn't tear his eyes away from where the exposed breast lay. For a
second every dream he had ever had about his daughter came to him and he felt
himself grow even harder still. As if sensing him behind her she suddenly shot
up and turned around. He calmed himself so as not to reveal his attraction.

"I'm back baby… bought you a new nightie!!!"

He heard her giggle with pleasure, presents went over well with Tiffany.

"Oh, let me see, let me see!!!" She demanded.

She came tearing into the house, hastily checking to make sure she was safely
tucked into her tiny bikini, and grabbed the bag from her father's hands. He was
engrossed watching her dash toward him. He saw her breasts bounce up and down
with each stride as she raced toward the gift. He had to fight back yet another
erection. Tiffany tore at the bag revealing his selection.

"Aw Daddy, it's perfect!!!" She gushed, "But don't you think it's a little much
for me? It's not like I have anyone to wear it for." Tiffany had never had a
boyfriend, probably not helped by the fact that her overprotective father tried
his hardest to intimidate everything with a penis that came within ten yards of
his little girl. Tiffany never seemed to mind though.

"So then wear it for me baby." The words were out of his mouth before he could
stop them. He tried to smile and play it off as a joke, but Tiffany shot him a
strange look. " I meant try it on for me baby, that's all!" He tried to say. She
seemed to take that explanation, replying that she would.

"I'll go then right now Daddy, I'll be back!" She dashed upstairs to undress.

He couldn't believe his stupid slip of the tongue. Having accidentally hinted at
his desire for his daughter he felt that it was more real. He attraction to her
was becoming uncontrollable and he was finding it hard to restrain himself. His
erection was returning again and he saw no hope of it retreating. He sat down
and waited for Tiffany to emerge, wanting desperately to see her in the silk
nightgown. Just then she came down the stairs. As she descended he couldn't
believe what he saw. She was breathtaking. The silk clung to her every curve
revealing just enough of her figure to taunt him, but not enough to satisfy him.
The plunging neckline revealed her soft natural cleavage and the shape of her
breasts was outlined beautifully. He was speechless.

"Well what do you think Daddy. Is this better?" Tiffany asked innocently.

He rose from the couch and came to her revealing his full erection for the
first time.

"It's perfect baby. You look like a goddess." He responded his voice husky
with desire.

He reached out to her then to pull her into a hug, not sure what he wanted but
knowing that he needed to be close to her. He pulled her close and pressed
himself against her. She felt him then noticing his hardness for the first time
as she felt him pressing into her. She struggled a little to get away from his
grasp but it was too late. He needed to be close to her, he couldn't let her go
now he needed her too much. It was as if all of the desire he had felt for years
was finally being realized and he couldn't fight it.

"Daddy stop it. I don't like the way you're holding me. Please let me go."
Tiffany begged. But he couldn't do that. He held he more tightly now, picking
her up easily and placing her on the couch. He quickly got on top of her to
prevent her from escaping, he couldn't let her go, not now, it had gone too far.
He grabbed both of her hands with on of his pinning them above her head. She was
trapped by his weight and she knew it and for the first time he saw the fear in
his daughter's eyes. She was crying now.

"Daddy please…" She sobbed.

He didn't respond. He began gently running his hands through her silk gown over
her body. He let his fingers pause at her hard nipples and he played with them.
Then his hands continued to run over her tracing her entire body with their
touch. He loved the feel of her young body. His desire deafened him to the
sounds of her protests. He couldn't hear her tears as he slowly lifted the silk
from her revealing all of her. He gently began to feel her clit, rubbing it
back and forth between his fingers, wishing her could take it into his mouth
but afraid to release her hands for fear that she would get away. He entered
her with his fingers feeling inside of her wanting to feel more. He rubbed his
body against her as he fingered her feeling her breasts heave with his body.
His cock was fully erect now and he was ready to be inside of her. He
frantically undid his pants with his free hand as his daughter sobbed beneath
him. When he was finally free he entered her hard. He forcefully took her for
what to him seemed like a lifetime. He needed to be deeper inside of her so
eventually he flipped her over onto her knees, pinning her hands behind her
back. He was so overcome with desire he could not hear her screams of pain as
he roughly moved her about. He entered her again then full and hard. He felt
all of her, and as he finally came he pulled out and came onto the small of her
back. His longtime desire for his daughter having been fulfilled he was both
mentally and physically tired and dropped back down on the couch as his
daughter cried softly in the corner of the room.

When he woke he found himself still on the couch where he had passed out after
taking her. There was no sign of Tiffany. He dressed himself and searched the
house to find her sleeping peacefully on her bed. HE hadn't meant to hurt her,
but was desperately afraid that he had. After what had happened he wasn't sure
what to do next, so he dropped down on the floor next to her to watch her sleep
confident that they would figure it out together.


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