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Subject: Title story: "Misty" Author: Incestor 65670121
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Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 06:02:47 +0000
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Misty
My bedroom is directly across the hall from the bathroom and there is a small
gap around one side where the bathroom door doesn't fit tightly.
One night when I was about 12 I was sitting on my bed doing homework when I saw
daddy go into the bathroom with a magazine in his hand. At first I didn't think
anything of it...he did that a lot. "Going to the Library", he would say. But
this time I noticed that he was carrying a Playboy magazine! And even at 12
years old, I knew what Playboy was. But I (at that time) didn't know what kind
of fascination that type of book held for men.
I went on working on my homework for a little while until my eyes caught some
sort of "quick" movement in the bathroom. So I moved to where I could see
through the gap in the door a little better. What I saw then totally amazed and
surprised me! My Dad was sitting on the stool looking at the magazine and had
his "thing" in his hand stroking it up and down.
Now I had never seen a man's thing before. Oh I knew about them from SexEd at
school...and I even knew what an "erection" was. But I wasn't prepared for how
BIG it got during an erection. And daddy had AN ERECTION!!" Was it something in
the magazine that did that to him?" I wondered.
At any rate his movements increased in speed and intensity and his breathing
seemed to be labored and short. After a while he tensed all of a sudden and then
squirted some white, creamy stuff into the bowl. Then he seemed to instantly
become very calm and proceed to fasten his pants, roll up the magazine and left
the bathroom. I almost broke my finger opening one of my school books so
quickly. I felt that it wouldn't be good if he knew I was watching....whatever
the heck I was watching!
Mom had left us unexpectedly when I was 10 and I never understood why. Daddy
wouldn't talk much about it except to refer to her as a "two-timing
Bitch"....whatever that means. So I had sort of gotten used to it just being me
and daddy...in fact I kind of liked it that way. About all I remember of Mom was
a hard, grouchy woman who complained a lot. There were times I sort of missed
having a woman around...like when I started having periods and developing
breasts and stuff like that. Anyway with the help of daddy's sister, Aunt
Brenda, I managed to get through those times.
In the next year and a half or so I began to pay much more attention to Daddy's
frequent trips to the "Library". I noticed one night while watching that I was
wet "down there". I had awakened from my sleep with the same problem a few times
and "it" felt "funny". At first I thought something was wrong with me but Aunt
Brenda explained that I was just "becoming a woman." Anyway as I watched Daddy,
I let my hand wander down "there" and sort of instinctively started stroking
myself. IT FELT REALLY GOOD! After a little bit of THAT I thought I was going to
pass out! I must have had an orgasm 'cause I let out a yelp or something. Daddy
yelled out from the bath- room,
"Honey are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, daddy" I replied and proceeded to make some sort of excuse
about sticking myself with a pin or something. If he only knew how "fine" I
was....I had never felt anything so wonderful IN MY LIFE!!!
Not long after that, I came home from the mall one Saturday and Daddy was just
coming out of the bathroom with a Playboy in his hand. I pretended at first not
to notice the magazine but Daddy was having trouble rolling the book up where I
couldn't see the cover. It seemed the harder he tried the clumsier he got...and
the harder I tried to pretend I didn't see the more my eyes went straight to the
magazine. Then all of a sudden, someone's voice said "It's OK, Daddy, I know
about that Playboy stuff." OH CRAP! It was MY VOICE saying that! Daddy simply
said "Oh." and went into his bedroom. When he came out he no longer had the
magazine but he did have sort of an embarrassed look on his face.
"Daddy, what do men like about books and stuff like that with naked women in
them?" I blurted out.
"Why do you ask such a thing?" Daddy almost spit out the words.
"Because I see you with your Playboys, but you never read them in here in the
living room or any thing so I just wondered" I said... hoping that my answer
made some sort of sense.
"Well, honey, it's sort of a private 'man' thing." he said. It's exciting for a
man to see woman with little or no clothing on."
"Well I'm a young woman now. Does it excite you to see me like that?"
"MISTY!!!" he almost screamed at me.
"Daddy, please don't be mad at me...I just want to know! I don't understand
about stuff like that!!" I almost begged. He put his arm around my shoulders and
pulled me close to him.
"No honey, its different between fathers and daughters. Daughters aren't
supposed to excite Daddy's."
"Why?" I pressed.
"'Cause they're just not." he flatly stated. That pretty much ended the
conversation.
But it didn't end for me in my head. OK call me weird or whatever, but I made up
my mind right then that I would prove Daddy wrong. I started wearing less and
less around the house. I would come out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a
towel and even let it slip down almost off my breasts a time or two. But Daddy
didn't seem to notice! Damn It!
One time when he was in the bathroom shaving, I left the door to my room open a
little and stripped down to my bra and panties and then pretended to be looking
for an outfit to wear. Finally Daddy noticed! At least I saw his head turn
toward my room several times...he even nicked himself with his razor once. Even
though I hoped he wasn't hurt I sort of giggled inside.
Since there are no pictures yet I will try to objectively describe myself for
those of you who are wondering. I'm about 5 feet 4 inches tall with fairly long
legs. I have long flowing blonde hair and green eyes. At last count I weighed
105 pounds. I keep a good tan, thanks in part to the above-ground pool daddy had
installed a few years ago. My measurements are 34-a/22/35. I know not much in
the chest department, but they are firm and cone-shaped with rose-pink nipples
that turn up just a little at the ends.
For my 14th birthday Daddy let me invite some friends over. He let us play our
music, dance, and just generally be teenagers. He even ordered a big pink and
white cake that said "Happy Birthday, Misty" on it. We all had a great time and
when everyone left, I just sat on my bed feeling older and more mature somehow.
During the party Daddy had discreetly made himself invisible which I thought was
nice. Even though I think my Dad is cool, I know how other teens think of adults
so I went out to the living room to tell Daddy "Thanks". He was sitting in his
recliner having his favorite drink: Jack Daniel's and Coke. I walked over and
sat down on the arm of his chair, put my arms around his neck, kissed his cheek
and said "You're a pretty wonderful Father, Daddy...I love you so much."
He hugged me closer and almost whispered "I love you, too honey ...Happy
Birthday."
"Can I taste that?" I asked, pointing to his drink.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt. After all you're all grown up now." he grinned.
At first it was tart, but mellowed with the sweetness of the Coke. I really
liked it and asked "Make me one, Daddy, PLEASE."
"Are you sure, honey...this stuff is pretty strong." He tried not to sound
concerned.
"Just one, Daddy, PLEASE??"
"OK, I suppose one won't hurt. I need another one anyway."
He went into the den and made himself another and made one for me. I sort of
suspect that mine probably wasn't as strong as his, but it still tasted great.
We sat and watched TV and had our drinks slowly and quietly. After a while I
started to feel calm and warm all over. I realized that even this weak drink was
having an effect on me.
"I think I'll take a shower and get ready for bed." I said try- ing not to
wobble as I got out of my chair and floated to my bedroom. I stripped down to
nothing and looked at myself in the mirror trying to see if I was older or more
of a woman now.
Standing there naked and knowing Daddy was just one thin wall away, I started
to get damp in my crotch area. For just a split second I almost walked out into
the living room and announced "Here, daddy, I'm all yours!" But I didn't. I
wrapped myself in large towel and went into the bathroom. The warm water
running on me didn't help get rid of those feelings I was having, either. I
couldn't help but linger a little in a few places as I washed myself. My
nipples almost hurt they were so tender and swollen. "What does it feel like
for a man to kiss those?" I wondered.
I'm not sure at what point during all this that I made up my mind to seduce my
father that night but it seemed like the only logical conclusion to this already
strange evening. I dried my hair, wrapped a clean, fluffy towel around me and
walked out into the living room. Judging from the amount of liquid in Daddy's
glass I determined that he must be on at least his third drink.
"Jus 'bout ready for bed, hon?" he almost slurred.
"Yep" I answered saucily trying to sound more sober than I was feeling right
then. The Jack Daniel's was definitely working on me!
I still don't know if I did it on purpose or it just happened and I let it or
what but, as I bent over to kiss Daddy, the towel I was wearing came loose and
fell to the floor. For just a split second I started to reach down and pick it
up and cover myself but I didn't. Instead, I turned and sat on the arm of my
very surprised daddy's chair and hugged him.
"Hon....hon.....honey don't you think you should cover up?" he asked but he
didn't sound like he really knew if he wanted me to or not.
"Daddy, it doesn't matter. You've seen me naked before so what's the
difference?"
"The difference is that right now I'm a little drunk and you are a young woman
and looking really good and it's been a really long time for me." he rambled.
I almost got tickled at how un-confused he was trying to sound. I hugged him
tighter as I noticed a large bulge in his cut-offs. Then I placed his hand on
my right breast. He jerked it away as though my breast was red-hot. (Which I
felt it WAS!)
"Honey, please don't do this.....pleeese." He sounded sort of pitiful.
"It's alright, daddy, I want this and so do you." I said try- ing to sound grown-
up and calm with what was happening. I reached down and put my hand on the bulge
in his shorts and he moaned like a man in some sort of pain.
"Hon....this ain't right....you know it's not right."
"Daddy, it' right if I want it. I'm the only woman in your life since Mom left
and I really love you and I really want to help you feel better." I tried not to
ramble on senselessly but he had started tracing little circles around my nipple
with his finger and I was amazed at the feeling of his "thing" under my hand. I
suddenly became brave and undid the top of his cut-offs and unzipped them. His
organ almost LEAPED out at me. " MY GOD IT'S BEAUTIFUL!!" I remember thinking.
"Misty, Misty, Misty.....Oh god..."
Daddy reached between my legs and touched me and I thought I would LEAVE THIS
WORLD. As good as it had felt the times when I touched myself there I wasn't
EVEN prepared for what daddy's finger felt like as it went into the opening of
my pussy. I'm not sure if I screamed or whimpered or cried or what....but I knew
at that moment that this was something I was going to like a lot more of.
Almost in a haze, I felt daddy pick me up and carry me into his bedroom. As he
laid me down on his huge, king-size bed, he had the most tender look on his face
as he asked me "Honey, are you sure about this?"
"Yes Daddy I'm VERY sure." I replied. I admit I was a little scared, but I knew
I was going to be OK. Daddy kissed me in a way that he never had before. One boy
at school had tried to "French" kiss me, but I don't think he knew what the heck
he was doing. With Daddy, it was HEAVEN!! I remember the feel of his beard
stubble on my face the feel of his hands on my shoulders as he held me closer
and closer.
And his rock-hard thing pressing into the flesh of my right thigh. And the hair
on his chest against my breasts. All of these things going on at once was just
about too much for me to stand. I never felt so GOOD in my life!!
"Have you ever had..........had....you know...well ....sex before, Hon?"
Daddy asked
"No, never, Daddy...please be my first...will you please, daddy?!?'
"Well, hon, it's not exactly right but I don't think I could stop if I wanted to
now." There was almost a desperate tone to his voice.
Daddy rolled me onto my back, and I think I instinctually spread my legs.
Strange but I don't remember ever thinking of my daddy as "handsome" but at that
moment when he positioned himself above my nude body on his bed, I thought he
was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.
"This may hurt a little at first." he said with concern in his voice.
"It's OK Daddy, it's OK."
He lowered himself gently onto me, kissed me, and then I felt the end of his
thing going into me. As it swelled inside me, I almost cried from pure joy. Then
as it broke through my hymen, there was as split-second of pain. But not
unpleasant pain. Sort of like a pin prick. The extreme pleasure of feeling this
thing inside me far outdid any pain I could have felt. As Daddy pushed further
and further into me I remember thinking that I couldn't possibly feel any better
than I was feeling right then. But with each inch, came a bigger, deeper wave of
ecstasy. Then came the ultimate!!!
Daddy started ever-so-slowly withdrawing and reinserting his thing in and out of
me. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over me and daddy's breathing was becoming
more and more labored. His dick was going in and out of me at a furious pace. I
may have been moaning or screaming or whatever...I'm not sure at this point. I
just know that I WAS IN PURE HEAVEN!!!
As I felt the torrents of orgasm wash over me, all of a sudden daddy's body
tensed, jerked and he quickly pulled all the way out of me shooting his sperm
all over my stomach.
"Got to catch it so I don't get you pregnant." He said almost apologetically.
Right at that moment I wouldn't have cared if he had planted a LITTER in me. But
I knew he was right to pull it out even though I felt as though I was parting
with an old friend.
Afterwards, we lay in each others arms and caressed and kissed. I don't think
it's possible to feel more love for someone than I felt for my Daddy at that
moment. We have a drink or two ever now and then and we always wind up having
sex. If I could I would have it every day...all day! I may change my mind later,
but for now I just want sex with my wonderful father. He is so sweet and I love
him so much!
The other night during one of our sessions, Daddy began kissing my lower stomach
and thighs . WOW!! This was a whole new set of feelings!! He promised me then
that next time he will teach me about oral sex. I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!
NOTE: Please don't think bad of me for what I did...It seems so natural and
loving to me. If any more of you girls start feeling this way about
your dad all I can say is GO FOR IT! WANNA MORE FAMILY INCEST STORIES?
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