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Subject: An email from Arnelle
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To everyone reading alt.sex.stories.incest . Here's a recent example of
the type of stories that get posted in the group
http://groups-beta.google.com/group/incestbeauty
The group is devoted to stories that focus on the beauty of loving
incest. (I have the author's permission to publish this story here as
an example).
The group began only in June, yet there are hundreds of stories that
have been posted already! It's free, of course, as all Google groups
are, and you can read every story there, whether you become a member or
not. You can only post stories if you're a member, though.
Now read on, and enjoy:
Hi Everybody!
Recently, after reading some of these hot stories, I decided that I
should start something too. To put it bluntly, I found myself yearning
for my Dad after reading each story! I've always loved my Dad, and we
live alone, so I thought it would be easy. Most kids live with their
Mums, but lots live with their Dads. Some kids still live with both,
but they're pretty rare these days.
I started making sure my bath-towel had slipped a little, as I walked
past him. And I bought the smallest mini-skirt and thong I could find,
and bent over to pick up a dropped item in front of Dad, or adjust a
knob on the radio or TV in front of him.
I also sat with one knee up on a footstool, opposite him. One of the
stories in this group gave me an excellent idea - I said to Dad "I had
a nightmare, Dad, and I lay there shivering with fear, because I
thought you'd probably think I'm too old to lie with you any more."
Unfortunately, at first, it didn't work as well as it did in the other
girl's story. In the other girl's story the father let the daughter
into his bed from then on. But in my case, Dad was very cautious. He
said "Yes, I guess you are a bit old for that, now!"
"What could I do if that happens again Dad? Could I come and talk to
you about it?"
That got him. "Oh yes, of course, dear."
So that night, I came and got into his bed while he was half asleep. He
mumbled something sleepily, too tired to talk, so I stayed there the
rest of the night. In the morning I was going to say that I came to
talk but fell asleep, but Dad never mentioned it, so I didn't bother.
After that I got in again. I was fully prepared to talk about a made-up
nightmare if necessary, but Dad is so sleepy during the night. So I
slept with him a few more nights like that and woke up next to him in
the morning.
Then one morning, Dad said "You've been getting into my bed every
night. You haven't been having nightmares every night, have you?"
I said "No, Dad, I've been needing comfort, that's all. (Thanks to that
story for the excuse.) I just feel so beautiful lying next to you. (Now
*that* part is perfectly true!) You don't mind do you?"
"Well" Dad said. "It's a bit unusual, at your age..." (I'm seventeen!")
I interrupted "How does it make you feel, Dad?"
"Well, it's lovely, but..."
"Oh *good*!" I was so pleasantly surprised I couldn't help having a
joyful reaction. I jumped up and down just a little bit, then
controlled myself.
"It's just that we live alone, er.. together.. and.. er... being male
and female, there's always the possibility.. er.. that.."
"Yes, Dad?"
"Oh, you know, we're not supposed to... er.."
"Yes, Dad?"
"It could arouse.. er.. sexual.. feelings."
That was too much for me. I couldn't help my reaction. I started to
cry.
All my plans for gradually seducing Dad came unstuck. I lay my head on
Dad's chest, and my tears streamed down onto his shirt.
He said "Oh, I'm so sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean that it *would*
happen, I just meant that.. I mean.."
"Oh Dad!" I said "I want to. I want to so much. With you, I mean. I
love you Dad, can't you see that?"
I was surprised at my own reaction. I didn't know I loved him that
strongly, or wanted him so much.
"Oh darling! But.. it's not appropriate.. I mean.. a father shouldn't..
I mean.. we can't.."
I put my hand onto his arm, and looked up into his eyes. I whispered
softly "Yes we can."
I paused and looked into Dad's eyes. I could see that he wanted to,
too, but was very afraid.
"Dad, you think it's the wrong thing to do, don't you!"
"Of course!"
"No it isn't, Dad!" I said. "We love each other. We both feel beautiful
when we're lying next to each other. The sexual energies flow whenever
we're together. I'm not trying to force this on you. All I'm asking is
that you think about it."
Dad thought I had gone crazy. He didn't say so, but the way he looked
at me told me so.
That night I got into his bed again. This time I was naked. When he lay
facing me, I held his penis and said "This is beautiful, Dad" and I
gently began to stroke it.
Then I moved my hips closer to him and began to gently rub his penis
around and around my clitoris.
Then I kissed him on the lips, and whispered "This feels beautiful,
doesn't it Dad?"
He softly whispered back "Yes".
When he said that, I knew he was more or less ready to take the plunge.
I had no idea whether he would be confused and upset in the morning,
but I knew I'd be able to help him if he was.
So after a little more cuddling and kissing and making his penis hard,
I said "Come on, Dad. Make love to me!"
I lay on my back and gently guided him over me. I spread my legs apart,
and reached down for his penis, and took hold of it, then guided it
into my vagina.
Then I gently guided my Dad's muscular body forward, so that his penis
went deeper and deeper. I already knew what the hymen is, even before I
read the stories. It wasn't a pain for me, though, it was just a
pressure, then a 'pop' and it was gone.
Dad! Oh my Dad! He was inside me! He was so deep inside me! It was
glorious! In my case it still felt very subtle, at that point, but it
was glorious!
I had the head of my father's penis pressing against my G-spot, deep
inside me! I was excited by the fact that it was my *father* who had
his penis inside me, let alone the excitement of having sex! I felt I
just wanted to curl up inside my Dad, somehow.
Then Dad started moving in and out of me, in and out, thrusting his
penis deep. Every movement was so exciting! My hips were rocking with
his movements, implanting myself onto his long hard penis. I was
feeling more and more aroused with every thrust.
The yearning for my father didn't stop, even though I had him inside
me, making love to me. As each of his thrusts glided into me, they
aroused a new yearning for the next thrust. Sexual excitement
overwhelmed me and my teeth clamped onto something, which later turned
out to be Dad's neck, giving him a bruised "love-bite".
I felt I was being carried higher and higher with each of my father's
thrusts towards beauty itself. Then I felt the sexual energies change
in another direction and I began to orgasm. I could hear someone
shrieking in the distance. Dad later said that was me!
I was screaming "AAAAHHH! AAAAHHH! AAAAHHH! AAAAHHH!" then a really
long scream as I hit the centre of the orgasm, and Dad started jetting
his sperm into my unprotected womb. The thought of him impregnating me,
which is very possible, made my orgasm continue for a very long time.
The erotic excitement of the thought still lingers with me, and makes
me aware that I do want to have my father's baby inside me, and give
birth to him or her, and look after him as he's growing up. Having my
father's babies will make having children even more special than it
normally is! The thought of it feels so wonderful! And so sexy, too!
As our climaxing began to slow down and finally stop, I was kissing my
Dad, all over his face and chest, saying "Oh, thank you, Dad! Thank
you!"
What an honour! What a blessing! How beautiful! I drifted off to sleep
in my Dad's loving arms, feeling the beautiful glow of my father's
sperm inside me, and his love in my heart. In the morning I asked Dad
if he had any problems with what happened last night.
Surprisingly, he said "No". He said that all he felt was love, and he
had no regrets. It was such a relief for me to hear him say that!
Since then, we both seem to be a lot stronger. Somehow, the sex we had
has strengthened us both. We're both more stable and sure of ourselves.
We're good for each other.
You know, when I first started writing this down, I was hoping everyone
would think it was fiction! I still feela bit naughty, but I'm also
feeling more confident, and now I don't mind admitting it's all true,
actually.
Dad and I haven't had our second time together yet, even though we've
been sleeping together every night. But judging by the way he was
flirting with me today, I think it's going to be tonight! :)
Arnelle