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Subject: Incest story: "Tempest" part 6
Date: Tue, 07 Jun 2005 08:50:28 -0700
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TEMPEST
Part 6.
"God, that was good!" I whisper, and I hug her to me, thinking
about how much I am going to hate it when my little girl is sixteen
and old enough to go out on dates with boys.
"Get off me now," she instructs me, "I've got to get some sleep
for school tomorrow."
"Alright, baby," I say, as I sit up between her widely parted
legs and look down at my lovely daughter's stretched and open
pussy. I can see my generous load of sperm, lewdly flowing out of
her reddened hole like a curdled river of thick, sour milk.
I feel the weight of guilt again as I climb out of her warm
little bed. I want to say something to her. Something fatherly.
Something that would help her to forgive me for all of this.
Something that would regain for me the love and respect that a girl
feels for a normal father. But how can I act as a father to her
after the contemptible thing I have just done with her again?
I lean to her and kiss her forehead, wishing that I had never
started these grotesquely immoral activities with her. I push her
legs more modestly together and pull her shirt down to cover her
little breasts. "Go clean up, sweetheart," I say, "and I'll see
you in the morning."
Tempie smiles up at me. A smile full of adoring sweetness, just
like the smiles she gave me when I rocked her in my arms as an
innocent baby girl.
I turn from her, feeling unworthy of such a smile. I know how
I am. I know I have no control. I know that I will be back and
that I will do it to her again some night soon.
As I reach her door, I hear her hushed voice calling behind me,
"Goodnight, Daddy," she whispers, "I love you!"
The End.
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