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{ASSM} {ASS} Rev Megan Jumanji/UpSkirt 12 {Ho Masubi} (Mf rom cons inc)

This is a girl power story; stories where with consent and romance where 
everyone has power and enjoys sex but no one becomes pregnant or is raped, 
assaulted, tortured or murdered. 


The warning is at the end, the warning first.


Megan
by Ho Masubi 



      I always wanted, to be his favorite; it's Thursday night and I feel 
totally anxious, standing in front of the mirror drying my hair; I can't stand 
being unimportant or ignored; I would rather die.  

       A short see-through nightie makes no sense.  Better an innocent one piece 
white cotton gown; embroidered on top with red bows; a long skirt underneath. 
This way I can control what he sees. Men like dad just aren't smart when it 
comes to clothes.  He'll be so surprised when I make it slide up over my knees 
and he sees my pussy.  And then dad will beat the heck out of me. 

       I'm silly he never beats anyone. If he finds out I forgot my panties he'll 
send me upstairs for them.  It's a rule and daddy never allows anyone to break 
the rules especially the one about panties.



       If I get in trouble it's totally Courtney's fault. I asked the kids I 
have lunch with: They couldn't help they're too nice. I see Courtney in English. 
She's smart and funny even if her friends are whores.  People say whores are bad 
but Courtney and her friends so stick together. Most girls are into gossip and 
being popular but not them. Courtney never talks about her friends but she told 
me things about herself and I am proud to say I never repeated any of it. But 
the girls I have lunch with, tell on each other all the time. 


       Of course, if you ask for advice from a whore. "Listen Megan; if you want 
your dad to pay attention to you. Wear something pretty and spread your legs." 


       "My dad isn't like other men: He's a strict Catholic; he always wears a 
jacket in the house and he never raises his voice."  

       "Men never turn down a chance for sex." 

       "But my dad isn't into sex." 

       Courtney laughed and said, "Your dad has five kids." 

       I try to think about him kissing me. I think he won't, if daddy wanted 
sex he wouldn't have a rule about panties. If he tries anything I'll have to be 
brave like Courtney but it doesn't seem so bad. Daddy is big; he has jet black 
hair and rosy cheeks. I actually think he's kind of handsome. 


       I feel nervous about trying it until I think how I so totally hate Emily, 
the oldest, because she's daddy's best friend. They have private business 
meetings together all the time. I'm so jealous. I always wanted, dad to ask me 
to have a private business meeting. 

    	Samantha is older then me too. He shows her stuff about the computer 
because she's working on a software project for a science fair and he's helping 
her. I so wish daddy helped me with a science project. He like totally knows 
computers; I saw stories about him in computer magazines.  Even here in Palo 
Alto they say he's a genius. He quit his job to go into business for himself. 
He's designing a search engine for the internet. He says it will make us rich 
but we have to make sacrifices. The sacrifice was mommy. She goes away for 
months and visits with presents and phone calls and "I love you" but I hate her 
because I always wanted to be her favorite then after I got to be her favorite 
she left and I'm nobody's favorite now.  


       I think how much he likes Crystal, she's younger and how much he likes to 
watch her dance ballet for him. Tommy is the youngest.  I guess he likes him 
because he's a boy and he has his name. Mom, when she's around calls dad Tom so 
Tommy must be named after him. I'm not named after anyone. They do boy stuff 
together like going to ballgames and fishing.  I wonder why he doesn't take me; 
I know it's because I'm a girl.  No, he took the other girls to ballgames and 
fishing too, everyone but me. 


       He asked me to go with them but I say no because he never wants to be 
alone with me. He never even drives me to theater practice on Saturday and it's 
something I always wanted. He spends time, alone time with everyone but me. 


       I wonder what's wrong: I work hard; get good grades; do my chores; I 
look like everyone else but daddy ignores and avoids me. No I look better. 
Everyone says I'm like the prettiest girl in school. When the newspaper wants a 
picture of a pretty girl my age, they use mine. I get the lead in every play at 
The Children's Theatre in Palo Alto but I can't count that because I'm like 
totally into drama, I read more books and know more plays; then any one I know; 
grownups included.  I memorized like all of Shakespeare and other plays too. I 
even know the modern ones; the kind with the dirty words and if I want something 
I get it, no matter what rules I have to break no matter who I have to hurt. 
Still when my friends and I analyze each others faces everyone says I'm the 
prettiest. 


       I'm like smart too -- he should like a smart kid -- I know because I 
snuck up and overheard mom and dad talking about me after a conference with my 
teacher. Dad said my IQ was higher then any of the other kids; even higher then 
his. I only get A's but I can't be that smart because I would like computers or 
science instead of acting and writing poetry. Still if I'm smarter then the 
other kids I should be his favorite. It's not fair.

 	
       My hair feels dry and I check myself out.  The girl in the mirror is a 
blue eyed blond: with white gold hair, not platinum, platinum is gross. Platinum 
is white hair polished up with an attitude and a new name.  I so hate it when 
someone says I'm platinum. Only a jerk would say it.  White gold is the best 
color and it sets off my pail skin. I've got a curvy figure and a nice butt too. 
Lately people, men grown men, look at it when I wear something tight. I 
catch them looking when I go to the mall. I know they want me and I feel proud 
even though it's a sin. It makes me a little afraid too. If one of them got me 
alone he would so rape me.


       I look at my tits; I wear a bra to school. Still I wish they were bigger. 
There sort of small because I'm young, but being young can be a good thing too, 
because I'm smooth between my legs. I hope I stay smooth because shaving 
frightens me. I finish brushing my hair so it looks nice. I use the coral pink 
lipstick I stole from Emily. Dad totally hates orange. I couldn't find anything 
else in my room so I looked in Emily's.  I only use a little I don't want her to 
know. 
       

       I take an emery board from my bureau. I feel the carpet on my feet when I 
walk downstairs. There's a rule about slippers too but bare feet on carpets feel 
sexy. I walk downstairs and I feel a breeze under my nightie. I never played 
this game before and I feel sexy and afraid. 





They started the movie on the big TV without me. Shows how important I am. Dad 
gets movies before they come out because he's a computer genius. It's called 
'Jumanji.'  And it comes out next week. Dad will probably ignore me and watch 
the movie.


       Everyone's sitting around the TV watching except Dad and Emily. They're 
having one of their private business meetings. He never had a private business 
meeting with me, and it's something I always wanted.  I wonder what they talk 
about: I'm never welcome in their conversation. 

       He and Emily sit on the sofa with Emily on the side closer to the TV. She 
has to turn to watch it.  I sit on the upholstered chair facing the sofa. I pull 
the skirt of my nightie up totally exposing myself and file my toenails with the 
emery board.  


       The silk cushion feels cool and slippery under my behind. I forgot my 
panties before but it's like different now.  

       I look at him, trying to get his attention. (He's wearing a brown corduroy 
jacket, with a green tie, a red plaid shirt, blue jeans and tan loafers.) But 
daddy continues to talk to Emily. No one else like sees anything either. I 
wonder what a girl has to do to get noticed around here. 


      I kick my legs like I have a cramp and go back to my nails. Now he 
notices: he really notices: I mean like he's staring at my pussy. I can't hear 
him but I can see he's so confused; he keeps getting mixed up. He looks at Emily 
and it's like he tries to listen but he keeps looking back. He probably thinks 
it's just an accident. 

       I can't let Emily find out so I turn sideways and pull my nightie down 
and he returns to the conversation: He says nothing about panties. 

       Courtney is right: all men want sex even dad. It's so funny I want to 
laugh. My dad: the saint, ha, ha; the rule enforcer; like every other man he 
cares more about sex then the rules but he so notices me and I like it.

       I sit down normally and it's more comfortable. I watch TV for a while. I 
hate the girl in the movie, she like runs away from the game and messes 
everything up. Movies always show girls as total cowards. I swear if I ever have 
an adventure I'll be totally brave and won't run away. 


       I don't want him thinking I'm stupid or rude for exposing myself.  I want 
him to know I did it on purpose. So I point my knees at him to see if he looks.  
His eyes dart back and forth.  He looks so sad.  He thinks because my skirt 
drops down to my ankles there's like no chance of his seeing anything. I can 
make it ride up by innocently shifting, and I do. 

       He watches its progress as it moves two steps up and one step back. I 
want him to wonder if he's going to get another look. He cannot see anything but 
he's totally fascinated. This girl knows drama and it's so much fun. Our eyes 
meet briefly. He looks away and looks right back.  I smile turn away and I watch 
the TV.  

       I hate the movie because they just roll the dice and run away. I wish 
something exciting or dangerous happens to me so I can act brave. I promise 
myself not to run away no matter how afraid I feel and to play games to the end. 
I'm not totally sure about the movie because I only watch parts and I'm thinking 
more about dad. My nightie completes its journey to the middle of my thighs and 
my legs part. 
       
       His eyes dart around like uncaught flies as I open, close, shift and move 
my legs. I bet they're mostly up my skirt but I'm not sure: I have no experience 
flirting like this. I learn about flirting by working with other girls and 
looking in a mirror. Some girls know more about it then me because they spend 
more time or they're more talented. They know just what a guy sees with out 
having to look. It's something I need to work on because I can't tell unless I 
look directly at him, and if I do I'm afraid I'll so tip, him off.  
       
       I look at him out of the corner of my eye. My legs move back and forth; 
and his body seems to follow. I turn my legs and point them down, away from the 
TV, and keep them there, so there's no excuse. I still keep shifting and opening 
and closing my legs to lure him. I think he's caught but I'm not sure. I risk a 
quick glance; his eyes seem focused now. From the corner of my eye it looks like 
he slid down the sofa and is looking up my skirt. It cannot be an accident but 
he may be testing me.  
	

       I'm afraid his eyes so lie in wait and I'm totally caught but I have to 
know what he sees. I look right at him and those uncaught flies, his eyes, are 
trapped in the silky web between my legs. 
       

       He's so caught I can look and he'll never know. I let a guy look up my 
skirt now and then but never like this. Dad's tie is off and his collar 
unbuttoned. He slid down on the sofa and his head is angled so it's aligned with 
my legs. I feel totally excited and important and wish I could laugh but I'd 
rather suck him in. 


       My private acting teacher at the Children's Theater says every play is 
like a game of peek-a-boo and it's the game I so play with dad. It's "boo" when 
he sees everything and it's "peek," when my legs press together and he like 
peeks through the gaps between my legs and skirt trying to see my pussy. I move 
suddenly enough to make him nervous and look around but smooth enough to pull 
him to just where I want; straight in front of me. He's so nervous but not sure 
I know because I turned my head so it looks like I'm watching TV. 

       How much he wants me, totally measures my importance in his eyes: and the 
measure of his want is the amount of guilt he overcomes. If I turn quickly and 
catch him staring he'll feel so ashamed he'll stop. If I let him know I know, 
slowly he'll adjust to the idea and it won't seem so bad. He'll feel excited 
like he's getting away with something, and the excitement will make him want me 
more. I want him to feel guilt; to want me more then his guilt; to want me to 
spite his guilt; to want me so, I can see he wants me in his eyes.  

  	He thinks all he needs to do is stop looking before I find out. I'm slowly 
turning my head; each time I move he thinks his odds of exposure increase. Yet 
each time I turn and appear not to know, the more excited he gets. His face so 
tells of the fight between caution and desire.  He fears my eyes but stares at 
my thighs: like an addict using one last time, again and again.    


       I try a quick glimpse and suddenly realize I'm totally caught; caught on 
what, I'm not sure but I force my eyes away. I'm afraid he knows so I review the 
scene in my mind: he couldn't see me he was looking up my skirt. On further 
review I realize; a bulge grew in his pants and it so attracted me I forgot 
everything.  God, I like, got hoisted in my own petard, that's from Hamlet Act 3 
scene 4, this girl knows drama.  Speaking of drama I should feel afraid but I 
can't help feeling proud, proud I made him hard. It's so exciting: I always knew 
I was sexy but this proves it.      

       I catch his eyes and act like I'm happy he notices me. I smile closed 
lipped like I think he's so sweet. I look away and grin like I'm the happiest 
girl in the world. I shift my eyes; catch a glimpse and shift back too quick for 
him to see.  His face says he thinks he's smarter then me. 


       Out of the corner of my eye, I see him looking at my face wondering. It's 
time; I start with an innocent expression. Then, before he can stop looking, my 
expression turns to puzzlement, which I know without looking gets his attention; 
my face jumps toward his and my expression of puzzlement turns to shock and 
realization: the realization I know I'm turning him on. When our eyes meet, the 
look of shock and realization becomes one of surprise, surprise he's interested 
in me.  He looks a little ashamed so I look flattered and smile at him. He 
continues to look guilty which is good, but I don't want to frighten him off so 
I look sympathetic, my expression says its ok, I know men can't help themselves.  
I keep smiling until he knows I'm not mad and he smiles back. I look at him in a 
way that tells him I'm pleased and flattered he finds me attractive. I place my 
hand between my legs totally blocking his view.

 
       If he looks up my skirt again he's so asking for it. He pretends to 
watch the movie.  But I'm not fooled. I almost catch his eye.  I look back, his 
eyes just left. He can't win this game: I'm so much better. I review my list of 
eye tricks and choose a simple one called; 'The sky is falling.' I look straight 
up, acting surprised knowing his eyes mirror mine. He sees nothing and thinks 
that's the trick but it isn't. The trick is their eyes always return to where 
they were last. When he looks away my eyes follow in hot pursuit. I pounce and 
catch him looking between my legs. He's such an amateur. I smile like I forgive 
him, not for losing at eye tag of course but for trying to look up my skirt. 
     
  	Now he's too excited to care.  He wants to catch my eye to plead for 
another shot. We go back and forth a few times. 

       I look at the TV and totally ignore him for a while. I really watch the 
picture. Like I try to follow the action but it's only a collection of special 
effects and I've seen better. I so wonder why everyone else is interested in the 
movie. It's so lame but it keeps them totally occupied. Now it's good to be 
ignored. 


       When I look back he's looking away. I take the opportunity to look at the 
bulge in his pants. I so don't want him to catch me. I shift my eyes away just 
before he looks. 

       Then it's like we look at each other at the same time. He looks me in the 
eye and then looks between my legs a couple of times he's so begging. 
Bingo  

       I smile and look like I feel sorry for him. I shrug my shoulders and 
slowly slide my hand from between my legs. We look at each other and when he 
looks between my legs I spread them a little more like I want him to be happy. 

       I go back to watching TV like I'm not hot for him but I like him enough to 
give him what he wants. 

       After a few minutes my legs open and close giving him different views of 
my pussy. I want him totally entranced. I so bring my A game. He's lost in a 
gaze. He's completely out of it and only aware of my pussy.  I stop moving and 
just leave my legs open to see if he notices anything.


       I feel proud but I'm not just a hole. If he wants me to show him my pussy
he has to show me, he cares about the rest of me too. He still keeps staring so 
I slam my legs together; his head jerks up. When he looks like he cares about 
what I want I smile and spread my legs again.

       He gets back into it but knows enough to look at my face every once in a 
while.  I move my legs again but I move for my pleasure as well as his. I'm not 
sure why but squeezing my legs together and rubbing them back and forth while 
flirting with dad feels especially exciting.  

       I'm so into it because I like the same place on him, he likes on me. Girls 
do all the work: it took effort to show him what I've got but his just pops up 
and I made it happen because I'm the one who made him hard. 

        I feel so excited. I wish this could go on forever.  I realize I'm 
totally out of control but as the girl I should stay alert. Poor dad, like most 
men, he's a slave to his emotions. They're dumb but they're pretty.

       It's like my job to save us from getting caught. I look around and it's 
lucky. Emily stopped watching the movie and she's totally looking at me.  She 
knows something's wrong and being a girl she's smart. She's going to know soon 
if we keep it up.  

        I catch dad's eyes and look over at Emily so he knows why we have to cool 
it. I pull my legs under my nightie; forget about him and watch TV. 
       
       When the movie ends dad says, "Megan it's time for bed." 

        I feel disappointment and head for the stairs. I guess I totally struck 
out. Maybe he tested me to see what kind of girl I am, and knows I'm bad.

 
       Then at the stairs I hear him telling the kids to go to bed and turn out 
their lights and go to sleep. It's a signal because he didn't tell me to turn 
off my light. He wants them out of the way and wants me to wait for him, maybe, 
I hope; my first rendezvous?  






       I'm waiting in my room, like feeling anxious, listening for the kids to 
go to sleep; knowing dad won't come till then. Sometimes I peek out into the 
hall hoping I'm not seen. Finally they're all in bed with their lights off.

        I can't let him find me out of bed so I lie in wait listening, listening 
forever, thinking he's not coming. I hear his steps approach; now I'm totally 
anxious; my stomach knots; I remember, to freshen my lip stick, and turn the 
lamp down low --- he opens the door. 
       
       I'm so afraid of what he's going to say. I move over, inviting him to sit 
down on the bed because if he sits down, he has to be nice even if he's mad.

       He sits down. I feel so relieved. He asks me about my day.  Then he starts 
smoothing back my hair. Oh, he really cares about me. He says he likes my hair 
best because it's platinum.  

       It's really white gold: I don't mind; he's a man; he makes me happy. 

       He says he really likes my legs and pulls back the covers. He lifts my 
skirt; it's my first time; I feel excited and exposed.  Something, someone rises 
up and pulls the skirt above my butt.  

       He says he can't stop thinking about me. 

       I'm so important to him; I had no idea.  
       
       He treats me like I'm a woman he wants for a girlfriend. 
       
       I feel like a deer caught in the headlights too frightened to move or say 
anything. 
       
       He smiles, and says he loves me, which gives me like a sinking feeling in 
my stomach. 


       He reaches under my nightie and rubs my tummy. It feels kind of strange 
because he is touching me in a new way. When his hand goes near my pussy I feel 
excited and scared. Then he moves to the foot of the bed and bends over and 
starts kissing the soles of my feet.  He asks me to lift up my knees and spread 
my legs.  

       Someone, not me but she, opens them.  
	

       He licks the soles of my feet and looks right at my pussy.  He sucks my 
toes like they're nipples and then stops and slides up the bed toward me again 
and strokes the inside of my thigh.
       
       It's totally shocking to see how much he's changed. Is he really daddy or 
an alien pretending to be daddy? When he strokes my thigh I realize I changed 
not dad. 

       I'm totally different since she woke up. She's not innocent like me; 
she's ignorant, strong and reckless. She's not a girl; she's a total animal. She 
opens my thighs and wants him to touch my pussy. His hand gets so close it 
drives her crazy. Who is she? She woke up when I got dad excited; no she woke up
when dad got me excited. 
       
       I close my eyes and wait for him to touch it but instead he reaches up 
under my nightie and starts caressing my breast. It's disappointing but playing 
with my tits feels special because he crosses the line. This is bad touching and 
we both know it. It feels so wonderful. It's the first time anyone plays 
with my nipples openly for sex. He's so in love with me. 
       
       "Daddy, why do you totally ignore me?" 

       "Sweetheart I'm afraid of my feelings. I feel so excited around you I'm 
afraid of losing control and going to jail but now I can't help it." 
       
       "Daddy I won't tell."  
       
       Then he bends over, kisses my vagina and tells me to take off my nightie. 
I sit up and pull it over my head. 

       He takes off his shirt and jacket, kicks off his loafers and removes his 
slacks. He leaves on his underpants and the front of them is sticking straight 
out.  I wish he took them off. I never saw a man's penis before. 

       He puts his arm around my shoulder and kisses the top of my head. Then he 
reaches under both arms and plays with my breasts. 

       I'm totally alone in a room with a man who's playing with my tits and I 
feel like a little girl. 
       
       He's so nice saying he loves me and I'm pretty. He says, he always wanted 
me, ever since he saw me at a cast party in an orange dress and lipstick. He 
says he can't stop thinking about me. 
       
       I tell him I thought he hated me in the play and hated me especially in 
orange because he left the party early. 
       
       He says he left because he was afraid of what he might do and he thinks 
about me in the orange dress every night. I feel so swept away. 
   
       He tells me to lie down on the bed, facing away from him. He pulls the
blanket over me. I like the warmth. 

       He turns out the light, gets under the covers, lies down behind me on his 
side and we spoon. He kisses me on the ear and cheek. I smell him close to me: 
It's like a man's smell.  He cups my breasts and I'm in a trance and feel 
possessed. He fondles them and it feels so wonderful. 
       
       
       He turns my head and gives me my first passionate kiss and I feel totally 
loved and warm inside. 

       He grabs my hips and I feel his penis inside his underpants rubbing in my 
ass crack. It feels like he's fucking me. I push against his prick so he can let 
go of my hips. I so want him back playing with my tits. He's in tight and 
fondling my breasts again. He keeps humping my butt and I love it. I love making 
dad totally hot for me. I like his rough hands. 
       
       Then he grunts and I feel the wetness of his underpants. 
       
       He turns my head and gives me a long deep kiss and says, "Sweetie I love 
you but I need to go down to the workshop and write code."  He sits up and so 
do I. 

       I wrap my arms around him and say "Daddy I so love you." 
       
       I pull his mouth to mine and we kiss passionately. He holds me and buries 
his face in my hair. He gives me a little lip kiss that lingers through the 
night.    


       
       
        On the bus; I feel tired, wet and totally frustrated. It's lucky I never 
put my nightie back on; I soaked the sheets and have to wash them. I wonder if 
everyone will know what happened last night. After daddy left, I kept waking up 
feeling his lips on mine. I so should have paid better attention to Courtney. I 
touched myself for the first time, I didn't want too but she made me, she won't 
even let me feel guilty. She's mad, because I couldn't come; I don't know how!  




       I so have new eyes at school, her eyes. I see sex all around me. Girls 
flirting with teachers; Teachers flirting with each other and wanting the 
students; Woman teachers wanting boys; I see people using sex to get things for 
themselves and to control others.  

       About half the kids are innocents like the girls I have lunch with; none 
of them notices anything.
         
       Maybe I need new friends? I might be better off hanging around with the 
whores.  Courtney could introduce me.  

       I see Courtney after lunch in English Class and when she sees me she 
starts laughing. I blush because she knows. I sit next to her in class, but I 
won't look at her or talk to her.  
       
       I also know, she's screwing her dad and she's totally into him. 

       
       I keep thinking about dad the whole day:  how much I love him; how 
wonderful the sex felt; how special he made me feel; how wrong it is; that I 
don't want to be a total whore and go to hell. 


      

        On the bus home, I think about telling him, we shouldn't but I feel so 
guilty. Not just guilty about what happened: I feel guilty about that too but I 
think it's wrong not to go through with it.  I would like be breaking a promise. 
I didn't make a promise to anyone; certainly not my father. 
       
       I get off the bus but before I go inside, I stop, put on orange lipstick, 
which contrasts nicely with my emerald necklace and make a plan. All the kids 
have after school activities, on Friday, where they learn different things 
except me; no one thought I could be good at anything, I guess.  They come home 
in like 2 hours so this is my chance to be alone with him and talk. 
       
       I'll put my backpack in my room, first thing, so Emily won't yell. Then 
before I lose my nerve I'll go down to the basement, where he works on his 
search engine and say I love him and I really loved what happened last night but 
we can't do it anymore; it's totally wrong, especially between a girl and her 
father.




       I open the door and he's right in front of me. He never waited for me 
before. I feel so shocked I can't move. He closes the door; kisses me and takes 
off my back pack. It falls to the floor as he picks me up.  

       I can't talk with his tongue down my throat. It's so romantic he's 
carrying me upstairs to my room or his I can't tell. I guess it's my room. I 
feel so special I can't say the speech that's fading from my mind. 

       "Megan I haven't been able to think of anything but you since last 
night." 

       What speech? I say, "I thought about you too dad." Instead of saying 'I 
thought about telling you we shouldn't have sex.'  

He really wants me and I hate disappointing him. No, it's I so love his paying 
attention to me I don't want it to stop. I love this too much: Stopping would be 
wrong: I made a promise? 

       He says, "I worried all day about what happen last night and the police 
but now we're alone." 

       I feel excitement between my legs when he says 'we're 
alone.'  

       It's totally awesome going from girl ignored, to girl adored. 

       He opens the door. And I so smell roses. Where are we?" 

       "Honey you know my room." 

       "You got me roses?" I look around and it's clear he worked on the room 
all day. He bought flowers and pink satin silk sheets for the bed. 

       "Oh God: Do I mean that much to you?" 

       "You mean far more to me then I can say my beautiful obsession. I worship 
you."  

       I realize he so wants me; even more then he ever wanted mommy and her 
room belongs to me. As they say pay back is a bitch. No, I love her, I guess. 

       Who knows what I feel.  I know it's wrong but I so want it. 

       He sets me down next to his bed and pulls back the quilt. He's taking off 
my red plaid shirt. He's almost done and now he's fumbling. The fumbling gets 
worse. I hear the shirt rip as he yanks it open popping the last two buttons. 

       He holds one arm and then the other pulling off the shirt but before I can 
feel afraid, he kisses my chest and feels my tits. 
       
       I try to remember something I'm supposed to say but I cannot think, 
instead, he's taking off my dark pink satin bra. 

       I wonder; what's going to happen? I hope it feels good like last night? I 
want us to go all the way but I bet it's gonna hurt.
       
       I feel embarrassed until he kneels before me; pulling my jeans and white 
cotton panties down around my knees. Dad squeezes my ass and tries to kiss my 
pussy. He's so silly I want to laugh. It's like he doesn't know he cannot reach 
it with my legs together. 

       The poor guy like needs my help so I put my hands on the back of his head 
and pull him; at the same time I twist my legs outward, even though it hurts and 
thrust my cunt towards his mouth. I see him stick out his tongue as we approach.  
       
       Dad pulls and squeezes me harder until I feel him give me a beautiful 
tongue kiss. The feeling's so intense I neither see nor hear: only feel, only 
feel pleasure.


       When my eyes clear I see the ceiling and feel the bed under me: he 
knocked me over with pleasure.  I feel him and lapping my pussy and holding my 
butt with my feet still on the floor. I want to laugh at his passion but he's so 
sweet I caress his hair instead. He gives me a kiss and stands.

       I look up and he's like across the room taking off his white cashmere 
blazer and white silk shirt along with his red bow tie. Next comes his black 
wingtip shoes and socks but he leaves on his white linen pants. Then he sits 
down and looks at me. 

       I don't want to seem like a jerk so I stand up and strip for him. I pull 
up my pants so I can take off my tan loafers. I bend my knees and grab each one 
from behind because I think it looks prettier. I stand barefoot; push my jeans 
down and step out of them while my panties bind my thighs. I sit, roll back on 
the bed and holding my panties slide one leg out of them and then the other, I 
stand; throw them to him. He jumps up, catches them and comes toward me. 

       I feel the cool air on my skin. I'm nude; even more then nude because I'm 
still wearing my emerald necklace with no clothes on.  Somehow wearing jewelry 
with no clothes seems sexier then wearing nothing at all. I never felt so 
vulnerable. I can't believe this could ever feel routine. It's so exciting being 
a woman getting ready for sex: a woman who like seduces her father and betrays 
her mother. 

       He seems so passionate: picking me up, (dad's so strong,) and pushing me 
down on the soft, slippery, cool, pink satin sheets. I love their feel on my 
bare skin. 

       He slides off the bed, puts my shoes and clothes underneath. It's 
confusing because he suddenly seems very calm. 
       
       When he gets on the bed his passion returns and he's caressing me and 
giving me wonderful kisses. I feel like I did last summer when I drank a couple 
of glasses of wine: I feel drunk; drunk on love. 
       
       He sucks my tits and licks my nipples and the feeling drives me totally 
crazy. Then he says, "Roll over on your tummy honey." 

       "Ok dad." 
       
I hope he's not gonna, fuck my butt again. I want to come this time. I
feel him spreading my butt cheeks. Oh, my God his tongue is on the outside but 
he's licking my ass hole.  

       "Dad it's totally wrong. You're sick" 

       "I want you to know how much I want you. I know you 
like it."  

       "It feels like heaven but it's totally dirty:" 

       "It's a privilege to lick your ass because I wanted you for so long." 

       He kisses it again and moves down my crack until he stops and says, "I 
wouldn't do this for anyone else." 
       
       "But daddy it's a sin." 

       "Megan, it were the only way, I'd gladly do this, in front of your mother, 
and God!" 

       "Tom you're fucken crazy." 

       Did I say that? No she did, and she's crazier then dad. What's happening?
	
       He licks my pussy from behind and pushes his wet slippery tongue in me. A 
man's inside for the first time. 

       Dad rolls me over; his tongue enters my pussy again and it so feels like 
heaven. I know I want him and feel proud he's the first one. I can hear wet 
sounds as he licks me. I'm losing myself and she's getting stronger: I fade with 
every lick. His finger enters as he licks my vulva. Sometime his tongue hits a 
certain bump and I feel like a shock of pleasure. That bump must be what 
Courtney calls a clit.  He eats me and his hands move over my body; touching my 
ass, stomach and breasts igniting feelings unknown. 

       His fingers run through my vulva and he plays with my clit as his tongue 
continues to pleasure my pussy. He brings me close to an orgasm time after time 
and backs off. I never had an orgasm. It's like torture being stimulated this 
way without relief.  

       I feel like I'm beginning to come and say, "Take me! Take me!" but he 
stops and holds me until I think I'm calm and blurt out he should stop. 

My father jumps up and heads for the door, leaving me in total regret. Courtney 
would be ashamed. I tell him I didn't mean it but the bastard opens the door.  
I'm like the girl in the movie last night. I don't want to be her. 

       The next thing I know I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him back 
into the room and as I do, dad closes the door. 

       I tell him, "Please don't' stop." 
       
       "But you asked me to?" 
       
       I swing him around and push him toward the bed and say "I need you 
totally. I couldn't stand it if you didn't take me." 
       
       He tries to pull away but I hold on.  
       
       "Please daddy I want you." 
       
       I push him back toward the bed and punch his chest. 
       
       He says, "Ok start begging." 
       
       I can't believe what he's saying. "What do you mean?" 
       
       "If you want it start rubbing your pussy and beg me to fuck you." 

       The man knew all along. The son of a bitch played me, ever since he had 
to close the door, for the stunned little girl; who just came home from school.  
He may not know girl stuff but I totally underestimated him. How could I be so 
stupid when people say he's like the smartest man in Palo Alto? He exaggerated 
his passion because he knew my passion would mirror his, and wanting my desire 
to exceed my reason; he offered me no relief. 


       Dad wants me to feel guilt; to want him more then my guilt; to want him 
to spite my guilt; to want him enough to beg so I can never complain. Now I know 
the pleasure I gave him. 


       I find I like don't have to do it. My reason may be gone but not my will. 
It's strong enough to ditch my passion but it would be totally wrong. I'd be 
like breaking an agreement; an agreement with who? I don't know. I started this 
because I wanted to be his favorite but by stopping now I'd be so running away 
like the girl in the movie. Now I remember.  No wonder I forgot. I made the 
promise to myself.  Promises we make to ourselves, are the most important ones 
we make, but they're the ones, we most often forget.  

       When I watched the movie I promised I wouldn't run away and I'd play till 
the game's over. If I stop I'd be a total coward: the story becomes a tragedy: 
and dad's a monster. If I keep playing, it still may be a tragedy but it might 
turn out to be a love story or porn. 


       Not porn. I never saw porn but I heard porn stories are like where girls 
rip off their clothes for no reason and run out in the street yelling 'fuck me,' 
'fuck me' and a motorcycle gang just happens to come along. Not this girl: Not 
any girl I think. Ok not porn but this could be a sex story, where sex is 
exciting and part of the story too.  


       He shakes me with impatience because he wants me so. 

        It's so exciting playing this scene with my father. 
       
"Stop staring and answer." He tries to act cool but I know he's totally 
desperate.  "What's it gonna be, slut?" 

If I don't beg I'll like lose my self respect. "Dad I so beg you please."   

       He steps back and sits down on the side of the bed. 

       "Squat down and finger yourself in front of me, whore." 
       
       I squat like a creature from the rain forest and finger myself.  My legs 
channel the musky incense smoke of passion, enveloping the little girl: When the 
smoke clears; my body, a woman's body becomes me for the first time.  
       
       "You humiliated yourself now get on your knees." 

      When I kneel he says, "Say; I'm a dirty cock sucking whore.'" 

       He seeks to trap me with my words but I embrace the new me. 
       
       "I'm a dirty cock sucking whore." 
       
       I look down at the floor totally degrading my old self and embracing my 
sensuality. 
       
       "Liar you haven't sucked my cock, yet. 

       Tell me Megan, do you want me to fuck you?"  

       "Yes, daddy I never wanted anything so much in my life." 
       
       It's so dirty calling him daddy it feels electrifying.  
       
       "Do you want to commit incest with me?" 
       
       "Yes please fuck me."
       
       "That's not enough say the words." 
       
       "What do you want me to say?"
       
       "Repeat after me, 'I want us to commit incest and I want you to commit 
adultery with me?'" 
       
       The bastard is like a lawyer wanting me to sign off on every sin but it 
feels so good to wallow; I'm grateful for his manipulation, for the chance to 
hook him with my submission.   I'm so excited I can't repeat what he said 
exactly but this girl knows drama and I so live my part. "Yes Daddy, I totally 
want us to commit incest and adultery. I'll gladly go to hell if you just fuck 
me."  

	He says, "I'll fuck you but first you'll have to give me a blow job."  

       He's pushing it to the limit: if he's smart he'll stop and get down to 
business. 
       
       "Baby, take out daddy's cock." 
       
       He helps me unzip his fly; I feel so excited: I never did this before. I 
like reach inside searching for his penis, but I don't know how to get to it. In 
desperation I pull the top of his underpants down so they're totally inside out. 
Now it's easy to get it because his underpants are down around his thighs. I 
feel stupid because I realize his underpants must have had a fly in them like is 
regular pants. When I look up, he doesn't seem to mind about his underpants at 
all: he's like happy about me holding his cock.  
       
       I pull it out and I have a penis, a totally hard penis, in my hand for the 
first time. I never felt flesh like this before: penises are so special.  It's 
beautiful, and wonderful too, no it just seems like that because I'm a girl; 
because I'm me. It's so wonderful, being me and being special enough to live 
this part.   
       
       He sits down; it's easier to look at his cock. It looks different then the 
rest of him. Dad always seemed so civilized but his penis makes me think he's an 
animal; out of control with lust. No he's like Pan, half civilized and half 
animal. Clothes cover our animal parts. I like look soft and blond on the 
outside but inside I'm am animal, an animal who's ruled more by passion.  
       
       I hold his penis like a snake unknowing until dad shows me how to rub it. 
Rubbing it makes it harder. I kiss and lick it until his cock is wet enough to 
swallow. It glistens with saliva; it seems dangerous, I feel afraid because I 
hear his penis demanding my submission; to sacrifice myself for his pleasure 
while hearing her, my body, ignoring all demands but her own, telling me to get 
him for her, wanting, desiring, needing him inside.  
       
       I'm scared like I'm about to jump into the water for the first time; I 
take a deep breath; plunge his dirty cock deep in me; rubbing it with my throat, 
dirtying my insides for his obscene pleasure.
       
        It's exciting but hard to breathe; I'm proud but I want to puke; I feel 
like I'm in heaven but I know I'm totally going to hell. 


      I like want to please him no matter how degrading. I coax his passion; 
pleasuring him, deep throat, until he erupts. I pull back; suckle his come into 
my mouth. It tastes totally gross but it like excites me. I increase my passion 
by swallowing his. He's yelling and totally out of control. I keep swallowing 
and sucking: feeling my power over him grow: controlling him with my submission. 
He begs me to stop but I'm in charge and I keep sucking till he comes no more: 
now he's mine; he's really mine.  

       He stands, tells me to take off his pants, 

       I rise, unbuckle, unbutton, shove him, he falls, I grab trousers, he's in 
the air, I swing them, there gone; he hits bed, bounces; I snatch underpants; 
throw them over my right shoulder
       
       -- I'M A TOTAL WHORE! --

       I jump: he catches; French kiss; turns me over plants me on the bed. 

       He goes down, eats me, as I run my fingers through his hair; this isn't 
love it's lust and it's totally better. 
       
       If I'm not so horny I'd want him to do this forever.  He tongues my clit 
intensely and I feel a rhythm inside: It's my first orgasm; more a relief then 
anything else. 

  	I arch my back, toward his mouth, moaning I rise in pleasure; as he holds 
on my coming increases; my arms push down and neck tightens until my shoulders 
are off the bed with only my feet and head touching.  I twist my neck and turn 
my head to look at him licking my cunt sticking up in the air. 

       I peak, my head straightens and I fall back to the bed, and he pushes his 
finger in my hole rubbing the base of my pussy, prolonging my orgasm. 

       Dad sits up; takes the tube of lubricant, he strategically placed; on the 
headboard, next to a jar of Vaseline, in expectation. 
       
       The lubricant feels warm and smells nice as he rubs it and works it up 
inside. 
       
       He puts my middle finger on my clit freeing his hands. 
       
       I finger myself as my father opens the jar of Vaseline. I'm still pulsing 
inside. It's like the movie last night I'm a little girl who started a game she 
didn't understand; except I'm brave, crazy enough to play this out. 

       When he puts the Vaseline on his dick everything changes and it's not a 
movie; it's scary and totally gross. What am I? What did he do to me?  Dad 
planned this and played me like I played him: he wants me too much to protect 
the little girl I am inside. Instead dad's going to stab her like every girl 
made into woman.  

      Because he came before and I'm coming now, I couldn't be more ready. 

       Dad rubs the head of his cock against the outside of my pussy and says 
"I'm going to take your cherry. The faster I do it the less it hurts. Spread 
your legs as wide as you can." 

       I straighten my legs up in the air and totally spread them; I feel an 
explosion of pain. It's agony but it goes as quickly as it came and it's just 
sore. I feel like the people in movies look when they get run through with a 
sword; more shocked then hurt. 

       The guy starts fucking me with little strokes which make me wet and 
reduces the pain. It feels good and hurts at the same time. It's so wonderful 
having him work his way in me: Sharing this journey with him means so much. 

       He feels it too and says, "Megan I love feeling the inside of your pussy." 
       
       "Dad I so love you being totally inside of me." 
 
       He stops making progress and fucks me in one place, "You know it's going 
to hurt sometimes." 

       I hug him and kiss him on the cheek. I push my face against his head until 
he gives way and we are face to face. He understands and he kisses me 
passionately to distract my body. We both push hard and he slides in a lot 
deeper with less pain then expected. 

      He goes wild fucking me. It feels wonderful. 

       I feel more and more excitement; when I start to push up he slips in more. 
       
       "Baby I'm not in you all the way." 
       
       "I totally want you in me but I'm not your baby. Call me anything else 
even 'cunt,' but not "baby." 
       
       I push up and he squeezes my ass and pushes down. It hurts but its ok. We 
push until I feel his pubic bone press against mine. It feels wonderful. I'm 
proud he's inside me. 

       "Oh daddy you're totally up me: Your penis is an organ in my body."  

       He says, "I'm in you: I'm part of you: This is the greatest moment in my 
life." 
       
       We hold each other unmoving. I'm hugging him as hard as I can and his 
hands squeeze my ass so hard it should hurt. No it hurts but I like him holding 
me like this. I feel my pussy wrap around his cock and his cock change shape so 
it matches my pussy. 

       He feels drops on my cheek and pushes his head up so he can see my face. 
"Does it hurt a lot, sweetheart?" 

       "No it just feels so wonderful." 

       We're totally one and I see his eyes glisten; his wet falls from his eyes 
mixing with mine rolling down my cheek. He licks and gives me salty kisses.  

       Then I feel his cheek next to mine and we hold each other. We enjoy the 
feel of our natural vibrations rubbing us together. We want to feel it more so 
we make tiny movements and savor them. Yet each feels so good we move more and 
more until our lust overcomes our love and we both start fucking at exactly the 
same time. 

       I love his fucking until he tries to get fancy. This is ridiculous. "Tom 
I totally need you to fuck me. You can be artistic next time. Don't act like a 
jerk; just fuck me: fuck the living shit out of me." 

       He goes crazy. He keeps banging me. We move all over the bed and he lifts 
me up and slams me down.  He's shaking me to death and I don't care. 

       The feeling builds like a lightning storm, I hear booming thunder become a 
roar as an orgasm tears through my consciousness and I explode with ecstasy; the 
lightening becomes a frozen arc of pure white light and the roar becomes an 
unchanging note; time, direction, difference, their lies drop away and with it 
the burden of self.  I'm bliss: limitless rapture; eternal paradise. 
       
       Time, the great destroyer, starts and the unchanging note becomes a roar, 
the electric arc becomes a lightning storm of pleasure with thunder vibrating; 
the vibration becomes our orgasm, which brings the sounds, of our cries of 
pleasure, entering our awareness, when the cries become separate I realize dad's 
not me and the realization turns our orgasm into my orgasm; which fades into 
mere coming, and my cries become soft moans of pleasure until the coming fades 
like the sounds of thunder in the distance.

       Just as I accept it's over: He violently grabs and pulls quilt: I hear 
the door; he rolls out of me, I'm under cover and he's on top, 

       I cannot see but I hear Emily say, "Dad, Meghan dropped her backpack right 
in front of the door and I almost tripped.  She did it before and knows."  

       Dad says, "Just like you know you're supposed to knock before you come in"  

       "Daddy you don't have any clothes on," 

       "that's why you should knock. 

       Now put Megan's backpack in her room and I want you to stop spying on 
her." 

       "But daddy; she's dangerous." 

       "You heard me young lady." 

       She closes the door.

      I pop up from under cover. "Daddy why did Emily say I'm dangerous?" 

       "She has this crazy idea that when you want something you would do 
anything to get it."
        
       I feel a little flush of anger and say, "She's so paranoid." 

       "You're right about Emily. I know you're a nice girl. We need to talk 
about how to handle this." 

       "You mean a meeting? What do you call them anyway?" 
       
       "They're called private business meetings and we're going to need to have 
a lot of them, I'm afraid." 

       "I'm not really into meetings, but if that's what you want. We can talk 
when you drive me to theater practice tomorrow. 

       Daddy do you have any bubbles?"  
       
       "I'm sure there is some in my bathroom left over from before." 
       
       I give him a hug and a kiss. "Please start my bath and add bubbles.  
       
       He looks a little confused but stands and heads for the bathroom. 
       
       Before he gets too far I say, "I'm going to take a robe from your closet: 
I'd ask you to get it but there's one in there, I always wanted."


END


Megan
by Ho Masubi





INRODUCTION

WARNING:
This story is sexually explicit in nature and should not be read by anyone who 
is under the age of 18 or a not ready or willing to read such material. 

First Amendment: 
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or 
prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of religion or 
of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition 
the Government for a redress of grievances. 



1.   About the story Megan (aka Megan Jumanji/UpSkirt and Megan Revealed.) The 
story is not advocacy fiction it is a way to explore the issue of incest and 
underage sex. The story involves consensual sex between a pre-teen girl and her 
father. The story is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual activity. 

2.  Do not try this at home.  The characters in the story are professionals and 
can not be injured killed suffer trauma or get pregnant.  The events depicted in 
the story are dangerous, possibly immoral and are illegal in most states (check 
your local laws.)   


3.  Statement on incest and under age sex I would not want these events to take 
place in this reality. I have never had any interest in real incest but fantasy 
incest seems very different. Actually there seems to be a biological aversion to 
incest.  Usually people are only attracted to close relatives when they have 
been raised apart. However there are exceptions.


Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense because the potential 
for abuse is too great. In an incestuous relationship or a relationship with 
someone who is under age, the difference in power between the two maybe so 
great, that there can be no consent.  This is not always the case but laws are 
made for the greatest good for the greatest number and are not made for any one 
individual case. If an act is kept private and no one is harmed then it's no one 
else's business. Once it becomes public or once someone is hurt then it becomes 
society's business.      


Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. All information is the creation of the author's 
imagination. All persons, alive or dead, or events portrayed or depicted in this 
story are fictional and any resemblance to real people, organizations or 
incidents is purely coincidental.




Preface


NONE OF THE SEX ACTS IN THE STORY HAPPENED

The story is based on and is much the same as the story "Megan Revealed."  The 
main character has changed so much that I felt that the story should be renamed.
The sexual activity in the story serves as means for the main character to 
achieve her goals and at the same time change her.  The story is about contrasts 
where contradictory forces drive the action. The story is what I call a girl 
power story. Girl power stories are stories where individuals, who society 
thinks of as weak and without power shape the story, enjoy the sex, never feel 
threatened, and do not suffer injury.  

The inspiration for the story came from an incident I had in a coffee shop 
located in a book store. A young lady came in with another person and sat down 
at a table. She sat across from me. She wore a long white cotton dress. The 
skirt reached down to her ankles. She managed to raise the skirt to her mid-
thigh with no seeming effort. After the skirt reached her mid-thigh she 
continued to use her skirt to flirt.  She flirted with me all the while carrying 
on an innocent conversation with the person she was with who seemed to know 
nothing. 

I have seen all the tricks done with skirts mentioned in the story.  No one 
talks about it but using a skirt for flirting can be an incredible form of 
performance art. I wrote the story because I wanted to thank all those who gave 
me so much pleasure and record their art and creativity for all time.

 



This is a girl power story; stories where with consent and romance where 
everyone has power and enjoys sex but no one becomes pregnant or is raped, 
assaulted, tortured or murdered. 


Let me know if you like girl power stories. Email homasubi...@fastmail.fm









