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TEACHING MY DAUGHTER (Mg, incest, cons)
also_ink@yahoo.com
It really cramped my style when my eleven-year-old daughter decided that
she did'nt want to live with my ex-wife anymore, instead choosing to stay
with me. Don't get me wrong, I liked having her around, but it's hard to
be a "punk rock" Dad.
You see, i'm in a band, and we play shows often. It's my job. And you really
can't take an 11-year-old girl to a punk show (real punk, not that sissy
MTV nerf-punk).
My daughter, Melissa, would never last at a violent punk show. She just
not the right build for it, you know? She's a tall, skinny, blond haired-
blue eyed little pixie. The average 11-year-old, I guess.
But, after a few weeks, she inevitably asked if she could come to a show
and see her Dad in action. My first reaction was to say "No" but I really
did'nt want to put up with her crying and all that, so I said sure.
Saturday night. The night of the show. So far during the first band, Melissa
is doing great. She seems like she actually likes the music, which shocks
me. She listens to that boy-band crap most of the time (I bought her some
Green Day, some Rancid, hell, even that band The Ataris that is so big on
MTV right now, but to no avail).
So it came time for my band to play. I told Melissa to stand at the side
of the stage, or to go backstage and wait for me. Just as long as she did'nt
end up in the mosh pit. I just don't think she could handle it.
So we had been playing for about 15 minutes when i noticed she was'nt on
the side of the stage anymore. I looked in the mosh pit, but did'nt see her.
Good, She must have went backstage. We finished our set, and I went looking
for her.
I looked everywhere for her, but I could'nt find her. Finally, I came to
the last place she could be, the backstage restroom, which also doubled for
a dressing room.
I knocked and slowly opened the door.
"Hey guys, I can't seem to find Melissa. Have any of you seen-"
"Hi Daddy!!!" Melissa exclaimed, sitting on one of the band members laps.
"What the fu- what's going on in here?" I screamed.
"Hey, dude, she just wandered in here" one of the guys in the band said.
"So what? She's only eleven, she should'nt be sitting on your lap! And you
have her watching porn! What's wrong with you?" I shouted, outraged.
"Eleven? You said you were seventeen!" the guy said, jumping up. "Get the
fuck off of me!"
When he stood up, I could cleary tell that he had a hard on. I knew that
I should have been grossed out, but I could'nt help but notice my own cock
stirring at this sight.
"Come on, dude- she does'nt look any older than thirteen! At the most!"
I shouted at the guy who Melissa was sitting on. "You are one sick fuck!
Melissa, we're leaving!"
"But, I was having fun!" she protested.
"Well, oh well then, huh? T.S." I told her, grabbing her by the arm and
pulling her through the back of the club to the parking lot.
We got into my piece of shit and went home, not saying a word on the way.
I was totally turned on by what I had seen, but I did'nt let it show. Instead,
I looked really pissed.
When we got home, I apologized to her and explained why I did what I did
and why what the other band had done was wrong. She did'nt say anything,
opting to just nod every now and again. I told her it was time for her to
go to bed, and said goodnight. She did'nt say anything, just went to her
room.
Oh well, she can't stay mad forever (I hope). But I was tired of thinking
about it.I put on an old Black Flag record (for anyone who cares, it was
'Jealous Again') and pulled out a couple of spank mags. I was flipping through
the mag and came across a girl named "Aimee", who looked remarkably like
what Melissa was going to look like in a few years. Nice tits, perfect ass,
long pretty legs leading to a perfect shaved pussy.
I actually started thinking this was my daughter, imagining her saying stuff
like 'oh Daddy, please fuck me... oh Daddy, I want your big cock in me right
now!' and other things along those lines. I came before I even knew what
I was doing, and I came more than I ever have before. Wow, that's bad.
A few minutes later, I felt disgusted with what I had just done. Jerking
off, thinking about my daughter? What kind of sick pervert does that? I'm
not a pedophile!
I tried to convince myself I was'nt thinking about her, but it was no use.
I realized I needed to "think like a Dad," so I decided that i'd go peek
in on her sleeping, thinking that that would bring the "Daddiness" back to
me.
I crept quietly down the hall, afraid I was going to wake her. I grasped
her door handle and pushed it open.
I was expecting to see her passed out in a lifeless hump on the bed. But
this was'nt what I saw at all.
She was standing with her back to me in front of her full-lenght mirror.
She was completly naked (she really did look like the girl in the magazine)
and was using her hairbrush in a way that the good people at the hairbrush
company would have been shocked to see.
(Authors Note: I hope no one reading this is this stupid, but if you are
and you can't figure out what she was doing, she was masturbating with it,
sliding the handle in and out of her pussy)
It really was hot, and my cock struggled to burst out of my pants.
"What the hell are you doing, Melissa?"
"Nothing! I was'nt doing anything!" she yelled, jumping on the bed and putting
her blanket over her. "Jeez, don't you knock?"
"Not in my house! And don't yell at me, dammit!" I screamed back. "Now where
did you learn that?"
"I-I-I did'nt do anyth- thing!" she sobbed.
"Melissa, sweetie, you don't have to lie to me, okay? Just tell me where
you learned that, I won't be mad at you! I promise!" I assured her.
"I saw the girl on the porno at the show doing it, and Nate said that I
should do it, too. I tried to, but It would'nt go in!" she told me.
(Authors note: Nate is the guy at the show who's lap she was sitting on)
"Oh, I see. Well, I could help, if you want...." I asked.
Tune in soon for part two! It's gonna be alot of fun! Any Comments? Questions?
Answers? E-mail me at also_ink@yahoo.com!
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