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Mistaken Identity
by Damien



Chapter 1

You would not believe the kind of day I had. It started off
normal, I woke up, ate breakfast, and read the newspaper. When I
finished, I took a shower and when I was done that, I went into
the bedroom. As I entered, I saw my wife bending over at her
dresser wearing these cute boy shorts with her ass cheeks popping
out of them. God, she has gorgeous legs too, nice length and not
too thin.

Anyway, I removed my towel and snuck up behind her. I then slid
my 7 inch hard cock between her legs and grabbed her by the hips.
She squeaked and quickly whipped around and all the blood left my
head. I could not believe I mistaken my 13-year-old daughter,
Rayne, for my wife. I stumbled back and sat on the edge of the
bed.

"Oh my God, dad what are you doing?" She shockingly said.

"Hold on, I think I'm gonna pass out."

She sat down beside me, "you okay?"

"Yeah... you scared the hell outta me. I thought you were your
mother."

She laughed, "in case you forgot...I'm a dark brunette and she's
a dirty blonde."

"No shit, but all I saw were ass and legs."

Two things I realized just then. One, I was still naked and two,
I pretty much gave my daughter a compliment. I mean I was rock
hard when I slid it between her legs. I quickly grabbed the towel
and covered up.

"Hey wait a minute, what are you doing wearing those kind of
panties?"

She stood up, "I'm not a little girl anymore."

Sadly, she's growing up way too fast and way too pretty. I'm
dreading the day she brings home a boy.

"Anyway, go put on some clothes." I said.

"Fine, but I'm not the one with the big penis hanging all out."
She said walking away.

I put my head down in my hands and shook my head. "I can't
believe I did that. Her mother is gonna kill me if she finds
out."

I got dressed and went down to the kitchen. Rayne was sitting at
the table having a snack, I grabbed myself a drink, and her
mother, Jackie, came up from the basement carrying laundry.

"Why did you scream, Rayne?" Her mother asked.

My heart started racing, "she saw a bug."

Jackie laughed.

Rayne looked at me and smiled, "yeah...it was a big one too."

"Well, did either of you kill it?" Jackie asked.

I shook my head no.

"It got away before I could," Rayne said.

"Well, what room did you guys see it in?" Jackie asked.

"Your room...I was looking for a pair of shorts in your dresser
when it crawled between my legs," Rayne said.

"Great...you could've stepped on it," Jackie said.

"Mom, I never seen one that big before, plus I had bare feet.
Next time I'll be sure to take care of it, even if I have to grab
a hold of it."

"What the hell she saying?" I said to myself.

"Yeah yeah," her mother said walking away.

Rayne looked at me and gave me an odd smile. I brushed it off,
just glad the whole ordeal was over with.

"Daddy, can you take me to Macy's today?" She asked.

"I guess so."

We arrived at Macy's and she guided us to the swimsuits.

"Wait, shouldn't your mother be here with us?"

"I hate having her with me. She's so annoying. She never picks
out anything nice," she complained.

"Fine, just don't pick anything that'll get me in trouble."

She laughed, "sure dad."

"I'll be sitting and waiting over near the dressing room," I
said.

About 20 minutes later she came over with a couple suits in her
hands and went into the dressing room.

Ten minutes later, "I think I found the one I want, dad."

"Good," I said.

She stepped out of the dressing room, wearing a swimsuit that was
way too sexy for her, a "Hobie Printed Fringe Bikini Top &
Side-Tie Hipster Bikini Bottom."

"You can't wear that...your mother will kill us," I said.

"It's not bad...it's hiding my goodies."

It did, but it left the rest of her bare. I can't lie, it looked
very good on her, the colors went well with her light tan body,
dark brown hair, and blue eyes. It was just too hot for a
13-year-old, especially with her figure.

"Anyway..."

"C'mon dad...I covered for you," she said.

Truth be told, she did and I guess I owed it to her. "Okay, but
this makes us even."

She hopped up and down, "thank you daddy."

She went back to get unchanged and I sat there thinking, "how am
I going to explain this to her mother?" Then it hit me, when she
yells at me, I'll just blame it on her for passing on her
beautiful genes. They're the pretty face and shapely figure with
the large B-cup size breast, meaty ass, and gorgeous legs genes.

"Yep, I'mma dead man."

"What dad?"

"Nothing."

"Erm Dad, I need you to come here for a sec."

I went up to the curtain, "what you need?"

"I can't undo the knot...come in and help," she whispered.

Frankly I didn't think anything of it, I stepped in and closed
the curtain behind me. She was standing there holding the bikini
top, covering her breast. I then saw the straps hanging from it,
so I asked, "what knot?"

"The one on my hip," she said.

"Oh okay."

I knelt down and began undoing the knot. I was having a little
trouble, so it wasn't a quick thing. I then happen to notice her
dark pubic hair while trying to undo it. The front of her bottoms
had come away from her body, leaving me with a good view straight
on through. She has hair like her mother, straight not curly. It
was all around her pussy and kept nicely groomed, about half of
an inch long.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to wear panties when trying on these
things?" I asked.

"Yeah, if I had worn a pair."

I was dumbfounded, "didn't you have on boy shorts earlier?"

"Uh huh, but I decided to wear a sundress."

"So?" I said.

"I like the feeling of being free," she said. "You know what I
mean?"

"That's more than I needed to know," I said.

She laughed, "don't be a prude."

I laughed.

Suddenly, I received a good amount of her scent right in my face
and my God, did she smell yummy. It reminded me of the sweet
smell of honeysuckles. Instantly, it brought back childhood
memories of the house I grew up in. The back fence was blanketed
by them, so right as you step out the door, you could smell their
sweet scent.

"I wonder if she tastes like them too," I thought.

If I was by myself just then, I would have punched myself in the
face. I alarmingly realized I was getting aroused, but luckily I
undid the knot before it would've been too noticeable to stand
up.

"There you go."

"Thanks dad."

I stepped out and said to myself, "holy hell...what the fuck am I
doing thinking that!?"

We were on our way back home, when Rayne asked, "can we go to
Cabanas?"

I was also in the mood for ice cream. We got there and I ordered
vanilla ice cream cones for each of us and we sat in the car
eating them. I soon found out, it probably wasn't a good idea, I
looked over at my daughter and the vision of her licking the cone
gave me the wrong image. I quickly turned away, shaking the image
from my eyes, but it was too late, it was burnt into my mind. I
then felt my cock slither its way under my shorts and along my
left inner thigh. I took a peek down, hoping it was not
noticeable, but I was surely mistaken. The fabric of my bermuda
shorts outlined the length and width perfectly. I moved my hand
down and covered it the best I could.

Luckily, she seemed too busy eating her cone and rubbing her back
on the seat.

"My God...it won't stop itching," she groaned. "Dad, can you
check what's itching me?"

"Okay, turn around."

As I pulled the back of her sundress away from her and looked
down, I saw she had a mosquito bite.

"You have a mosquito bite," I said.

"Ow, scratch it for me."

I started scratching it over her dress.

"Dad scratch harder," she demanded.

"I'm trying," I said.

,She quickly slid off both shoulder straps and lowered her dress.

"Hurry, it itches."

She placed her left hand on the dashboard and arched her back,
moaning in delight. As I kept scratching, I saw that her left tit
was exposed. Her gorgeous tan line, her dark red and round areola
and nipple were yummy looking, especially her nipple being so
hard, poking out about a fourth of an inch. She may have her
mother's figure, but it seems some details are different.
Different hair color...top and bottom, different nipple color and
length, different scent...both yummy.

"My God that feels good...keep scratching dad," she moaned.

"It'll bleed if I do," I said.

I stopped and went back to finishing my cone. She pulled her
straps back over her shoulders, then went back scratching her
back on the seat. I looked down at her breast and saw her hard
nipples poking through.

She giggled and I quickly turned away. I couldn't understand why
she was having this effect on me. It's not like she turned into a
woman over night. She's been maturing since age 10, and this past
year, after her first period, is when she really began
blossoming, so it's not something new.

"One little mistake is turning into a train wreck," I said to
myself.

"Dad, you shouldn't get out of the car with your condition...I'll
throw the trash away," she said.

"My condition?"

"You're hard," she said with a closed-lip smile.

I quickly covered myself and was lost for words.

She giggled, "it's not a big deal, dad."

She opened the car door and stepped out. I was freaking out,
hoping my erection would go down. She started walking back and I
begged myself, "Please go down, please!"

She got back in and closed the car door. I then started it and we
headed towards home.

"Dad, you may wanna take care of it before we get home...you know
how Frank loves to bother you," she said.

"What?!"

"You know...like jerked off...you can pull over somewhere and
I'll close my eyes," she said.

I couldn't believe it and she said it like it was something
normal. The real messed up part about it was, I was actually
contemplating it. I mean she did have a point, my next-door
neighbor Frank, loves to catch me pulling up no matter when I
come home.

Well, I had to do something, precum was dripping down my thigh. I
pulled into a lot and parked.

"Okay...first off, do not look and secondly, hand me those
napkins."

Her eyes lit up and she handed me a single napkin.

I chuckled, "hun, I'm gonna need a little more than that."

After I had adequate amount, I looked around, saw the coast was
clear so to speak, and went to push down my shorts. I was just
about to when I looked over at my daughter and saw her staring.

"Hey, look away and close your eyes."

After she closed them, I pushed my shorts down to the middle of
my thighs and started jerking off. I was a little startled by a
car driving slowly passed us, but was relieved when it kept
going. My mind was on jerking off and my eyes were on the lookout
for people walking by. What I didn't take into account, was Rayne
defying my trust and watching me.

I didn't take notice till it was too late. I wasn't expecting to
cum so quickly, minute jerks were a thing in the past, the older
I get the longer it takes, but not this time. I guess from it
building all day and with my daughter merely a foot away, was
enough. My sack tightened and my cock swelled up in my hand. I
quickly looked to see where the napkins were and as I grabbed
them, I saw my daughter's big blue eyes staring down at my
throbbing cock and she gasped. There was no time to yell at her,
just enough to cup the napkins at the head of my cock. I tensed
up and grunted, cumming harder than I have in recent years.

I heard her gasped again as my cum spurted out onto the napkins.
I continued massaging my cock till I was fully drained. When
finished, I felt so ashamed. I couldn't bring myself to talk to
her or even look at her. I pulled my shorts up, opened the car
door and stepped out to throw the napkins away. I tried finding
the words, but what does a father say to his daughter after
something like that. Frankly, what kind of a father even does
that? Does it make me a bad one? Did I just ruin our
relationship? My mind was going in circles.

I went back to the car and got in. I took a deep breath and
started it.

"Dad, I'm sorry for watching...I was just curious," she said.

Since I had no idea where to begin, I'm glad she was the one who
did.

"It's okay to be curious, I guess."

"This year in school, we've been learning about sex."

"Oh...I guess your mother and I never really talked to you about
it, huh?"

"Well, mom told me the 'don'ts', but nothing else."

"The what?"

"You know...don't talk to strangers, don't let others touch
you...stuff like that," she said.

"Oh okay."

"I guess mom forgot to add, 'don't watch your father jerk off,"
she mischievously said.

I wanted to be serious, but that was just way too funny.

"What the," I said laughing my ass off.

We both had tears running down our face from laughing so hard. We
pulled up into the driveway and before she stepped out of the
car, I grabbed her hand.

"Stays between us, okay?"

She smiled and kissed me on the cheek, "dad, of course...I love
you."

"I love you too," I replied.

I watched as she got out of the car and spotted a dark spot on
the back of her blue sundress. I thought maybe it was a shadow,
but as I looked down on the leather seat, I saw there was a wet
spot. I quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped it dry. I was a bit
shocked that she was aroused, but as I was getting out of the
car, thinking about it, I realized it was a normal reaction. I
mean everyone has hormones and she is young so their probably on
fire and it's new to her. Hell, when I was her age, my hormones
were all over the place. Fuck, I'm a grown man and couldn't even
control myself. So I'm not going to judge her.

And on cue, Frank comes over right when I step out of the car.
After talking, I went into the house, grabbed a drink, and saw a
note on the fridge.

It read, "went shopping, be home by dinner, KFC tonight. Love
Mom."

I looked at my watch, saw I had a couple hours to spare, figured
I'd go watch TV. Right as I got comfy, I heard Rayne yell. I ran
upstairs and swung her bedroom door open. She was on her bed,
holding her right foot, and was completely naked. I quickly
backtracked myself and closed her door.

"Whoa sorry," I said. "What happened?"

I rested my forehead on her door. My Lord, she is gorgeous just
like her mother. Some men like their women completely bald, and
don't get me wrong, I do too, but there's just something about
women who keep their pubic hair nicely trimmed that gets me
really going.

"I scraped the side of my foot on the bed rail and it's
bleeding," she sniffled.

"Put something on and come into the bathroom...I'll clean it up,"
I said.

I grabbed a wash rag and placed it under running water and she
came in wearing her sundress again. She sat on the toilet seat
and put her right foot up across her left knee. While waiting for
the water to get hot, I knelt down in front of her to see the
scrape.

She whined, "it stings, dad."

I looked at it and it was barely bleeding, "awe, it's not bad at
all."

"Well it hurts," she snapped.

I chuckled and rinsed out the rag, then wiped it clean.

"Don't go nowhere, I wanna put peroxide on it."

"Seriously, that stuff stings more."

"Don't be a weenie," I said.

"Bite me, dad."

I came back with the peroxide and grinned.

"Now what you say?" I asked.

She laughed, "just do it and get it over with."

I lightly wetted a cotton ball in the peroxide, then gently
dabbed it over her boo-boo. She cringed, pulling her leg away.

"Seriously, how is this bothering you? I asked. "You broke your
arm before."

"Yeah well...it just is," she said.

I continued cleaning it and soon noticed the dark patch of pubic
hair that covered her pussy. All the times pulling her leg away,
caused her dress to fall down across her upper thighs. I was
drawn to it, I couldn't stop taking peeks at it. Underneath her
hairs, was her slit, and it was slightly open. It gave way for
her tiny clit and thin lips the means to peek through.

"Dad," she said.

She then placed her hand over her pussy.

"Yoohoo," she said.

"Huh...oh I'm sorry, hun."

She smiled, "it's okay."

I stood up and threw away the cotton ball.

"Dad?"

"Yeah sweetie?"

"Do you think I should shave it off?" She asked.

I turned around,"huh?"

She had her skirt up, legs open, and was petting herself and I
just stood there staring.

"My friends say they shave theirs completely," she said. "Do you
think I should?"

I cleared my throat, "No."

"Okay."

She lowered her skirt and looked up at me. Her eyes quickly went
down and she smiled. I then too looked and saw the outline of my
hard cock showing beneath my shorts again. I quickly turned away.

"Dad, why is it wrong?" She asked.

"Why is what wrong?"

"Why is it wrong for a father and daughter to be together?"



  
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