   
   M/g Pedo. Incest Cons.
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never feel this 
good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
  Inseparable
   By Pedro Feelya
   
   I had never looked at my daughter sexually. It had just never occurred to me. I had never considered my 
relationship with Sissy as typical, ever since her mother died when she was three. As a father and daughter, we were 
inseparable. We were the same in everything and shared everything equally.
   However, the sounds coming from the shower were unmistakable. I didn't think it was possible that she was 
pleasuring herself at the innocent age of ten, but how would I know? I could not help but notice that her body was 
beginning to change. I didn't know what the hell a training bra was for, but I had hoped I would have more time to 
figure it out. Being a single father, I never had time to get into a relationship serious enough to get married. Most of 
raising Sissy had been guesswork and winging it. Since she didn't have a mother, there were no secrets between us, and 
very little privacy. It hurt too much to consider that would have to change.
   For the next few days I couldn't stop thinking about what I had heard at the bathroom door. I knew my fascination 
wasn't entirely healthy. I tried to figure out what a mother would do. A good mother would talk to her and support her. 
She would tell Sissy that it was healthy and all right. I couldn't do that. I couldn't even trust myself to do that. It had 
been months since I had gotten laid and I would probably get a hard-on just talking about sex. This would be the first 
thing in our lives that we couldn't share together, and I felt lost.
   Sissy wasn't stupid. She saw regular movies with bad language and implied sex. All she would need right now was 
assurance that playing with herself was natural. I had an idea. It was a stupid idea. In fact, it might be the stupidest idea 
in the history of ideas, but it was the best I could come up with. 
   On the way home that day, I stopped in a little shadowy sex shop near my work. I didn't feel queasy or out of place 
when I walked in, but I broke into a cold sweat as soon as I saw the array of dildos and vibrators on the shelves. There 
were huge black cocks, soft rubber spiked cylinders, and wired remote silver and red rubber missiles. Next to these was 
a frightening assortment of giant anal plugs, anal beads, and an intimidating rubber fist. 
   It was actually easy to decide on a simple, pretty colored, smooth plastic vibrator. The burly guy at the counter 
opened the package, inserted batteries and tested it. 
   He saw the look on my face and explained, "You can't return it. I hope you understand. A buck for the batteries?" I 
nodded and he handed me the black plastic bag. 
   When I got home, I waited until Sissy was watching TV in the living room. I went to her bedroom and laid the 
vibrator in the middle of her bed. I felt like an idiot and a heel, and a failure as a father. But if I tried to talk to her about 
masturbation, I would probably have to accept that there was a sexuality gap between us. I couldn't bear the thought 
that something would separate us, and that there would be something we could not share.
   I tried to forget about it and pretend nothing was different. The rest of the afternoon was normal, and if Sissy found 
the sex toy, she didn't say anything.
   That night I was preparing for bed when I heard a long haunting wail from Sissy's room. Part of me suspected what 
it was, but there was an overwhelming parental need to see if she was all right. I walked quietly to her room and gently 
cracked her door open a tiny bit. 
   Sissy was lying back on her bed. Her long brown hair was spread across her pillow and under her. She was 
completely naked and that shocked me a little. Her knees were up and spread slightly, and her hands were hidden 
between her slender legs. 
   Her low wailing stopped, and I glanced back up at her face, and she was staring right at me. I was caught and didn't 
know what to do. I wanted to slam the door and run, but there was an uncertainty inside me, stopping me. 
   Sissy was looking at me without fear or emotion. Then, like a blossom unfolding, her knees began to separate 
wider. They spread to reveal the colorful toy and her hands manipulating it. Sissy continued to spread her legs 
grotesquely and erotically wide. I knew she could do the splits, but now she was showing me her most private inner 
areas, inviting me. There was no question that she wanted me to see everything she was doing, and to accept her. 
   I opened the door all the way, committing myself to sharing this event with her. Without questioning myself, I 
began to walk toward her. I stopped, spellbound, standing over her just two feet from the side of her bed.
   Sissy used to be just a child and my daughter, but now she was a creature of sexual needs and desires. I saw her as I 
had never seen her before. Her cute button nose was now slim and attractive. Her normally smiling mouth was now two 
full lips spread and wet with sexual excitement. Her big brown mischievous eyes were now expressive and 
communicated her feelings without reserve.  Her slender jaw and neck belonged on a graceful ballerina.
   I looked down my daughter's body and felt a unique hunger. Her chest showed the ripples of ribs and muscles, but 
the soft pads of breasts were unmistakable with the sweet cone shaped dull pink nipples. Her long thin legs were spread 
impossibly wide and the creamy valley between was hidden by her busy hands. Then magically, her hands slowly 
separated to reveal light pink puffy lips with a bright pink crease in the middle. I could see the light nub of skin 
covering her clitty button and a dark slip of hole at the bottom. 
   She was exposing herself, inviting me to see. She wanted me share her most exciting and intimate moment with 
her. I looked up into her eyes. She was happy that I had seen, and wasn't uncertain or needing my approval. Then she 
looked down at my bulge.
   I had been wearing my bathrobe after having showered. Now I was aware that my cock was pressing hard against 
my robe, making an obvious statement. I should have felt embarrassed or ashamed by being turned on by my 
daughter's barely mature body. Instead, I wanted to share with her also. I wanted her to feel as welcome as I did. 
   I easily reached down, undid the belt of my robe, and shrugged it off my shoulders. Then I grasped my iron hard 
cock and began to stroke it softly, caressing it gently. 
   Sissy watched this intently and then began to rub her new toy up and down her slit furiously. My ten year old baby 
girl was excited and turned on by seeing me stroke my cock. She began to gasp and moan, working up to a low throaty 
wail. All the while, her eyes never left my cock as I pumped it harder and harder with my hand. 
   Impossibly soon, I felt the swelling in the base of my cock. I couldn't acknowledge that I had never been so turned 
on in my entire life. Now I was going to cum in front of my daughter. I tried to hold it back, trying to impress her, but I 
couldn't. White milky semen spurted out and onto her bed, nearly hitting her. As it dribbled, she looked up into my 
eyes to see if I was okay, but she didn't slow down playing with herself. 
   To reassure her, I bent down to give her a peck on the lips. Then something terrible happened. It was a horrible 
mistake and must be completely my fault. I tried to kiss her lightly, but our lips didn't separate. The kiss became deep 
and filled my senses. I can only plead temporary insanity. It wouldn't end and I couldn't control it. Our lips pressed 
passionately together and our mouthed worked against each other in the most intense kiss I have ever felt.
   Now I felt shame and tears of despair rolled down my cheeks. I needed intimacy so much and now I was stealing it 
from my own precious ten-year-old daughter. 
   Her movements had faltered as we kissed, but as our lips finally and slowly separated, she again began to use the 
toy aggressively. As I pulled my face away in shame, she saw my tears and her whole body froze. She didn't 
understand and the concern on her face broke my heart. She still hadn't found sexual release and it was my fault. 
   The least I could do would be to help her and let her know everything she had shown and given me was wonderful. 
She had spread her legs wide and exposed her pussy completely. I wanted to show my acceptance of her invitation as 
thoroughly as humanly possible. I backed away and moved to the foot of her bed.
   Now she was spread willingly and sacrificially before me. She didn't flinch as I moved my face close between her 
legs, but her eyes widened in wonder. I kissed the inside of her thigh, just below where the humming vibrator had 
frozen mid-motion and waited. I continued to kiss her sweet soft inner thighs as I reached up, took the buzzing toy from 
her hands, and twisted it to silence. If I did a proper job, she wouldn't need it.
   My lips and tongue continued to trace a light path to the center of the sweetest heaven imaginable. My nose 
brushed up against the puffy outer lips of her pussy and my daughter moaned slightly, approving of my invasion of her 
intimate confidence.
   I licked up her pussy with my wide tongue covering the outside of her pussy lips. Sissy's legs started to come up 
together. I wondered if she was finally objecting to my horrible rape of her innocence. Then I felt her fingers curl 
tightly into my hair, holding my head, preventing any retreat. I again licked the length of her pussy, letting my tongue 
split her pussy lips slightly, tasting her inner softness. 
   Sissy's thighs clamped down hard on my ears and her hands pulled my head painfully hard into her vulnerability. 
Her throaty inhuman moan was muffled by the muscles in her legs, gripping vice like on my head. I didn't want to 
force her too far and too fast, but still I licked slowly and gently, exploring her virgin hole, and then up to wiggle 
against her skin-covered clitty. 
   My own baby daughter became a howling animal as she bucked her hips and thrust her pelvis against my face, 
forcing my tongue and nose deeper into her soft flesh than I would have dared to go. I tried to please her, as she thrust 
and ground her pleasure out of my mouth and across her deceptively soft genitals. 
   Just as I was sure that I would pass out from lack of air, Sissy froze and an earthquake shook through her body. I 
had never truly understood the silly euphemism of having "the earth move" until then.
   I froze also, returning to my own senses to become painfully aware of my throbbing cock bouncing beneath my 
belly. For at least thirty seconds I waited until her legs sudden collapsed wide to each side and released my head 
completely. Then my daughter's body slumped unconscious before me.
   She wasn't moving and sudden fear burned through me. What had I done? Her small delicate body wasn't meant 
for such intense body racking spasms. I rose up and leaned my body over her, to listen for any breath from her still lips. 
Just as I was becoming aware that she was still alive, her arms flew around my neck and her lips clamped onto mine. I 
wasn't sure if she had tricked me, or if she had simply taken advantage of an opportunity. 
    Again, I was lost in a kiss that felt more forbidden and taboo than sucking at my own daughter's pussy.  I lived an 
entire lifetime inside this kiss, and would gladly run into hell for it. 
   Only extremely vaguely I felt my cock brush against soft flesh. Then Sissy's spread legs swept together underneath 
my raised body to clamp hard around my swollen manhood. It felt the heat and the firm softness of her thighs gripping 
my shaft, and something else. There was a smooth wetness. Maybe it was just the saliva I had left between her legs, but 
maybe it was moisture more than just the sweat of her quivering little body. 
   I pulled my body up to free myself of this hellish incestuous embrace. I could never have been prepared for the 
sensation of sliding my cock between her tight legs. I hope you understand, but I don't blame you if you can't. 
   No reasoning on earth could keep me from sliding the full length of my cock back down between my beautiful 
daughter's legs, tight up against her swollen pussy.
   I don't know when our enraptured kiss had ended, but Sissy's hot breath burning against my cheek told me that she 
accepted, and enjoyed, my god-condemned fucking against her angelic thighs and rubbing her virginal pussy.
   I pulled back slowly and thrust again, just as slowly. My baby's soft moan was lost in the harsh animal grunt that 
escaped me. I thrust again, faster, and her moan rose musically, challenging my own incoherent vocal grunting.
   I began to pump into her as though she were an actual woman with a very tight pussy, and not my own immature 
baby daughter that trusted me with every aspect of her life. But, somewhere in my mind, I was making love to that 
which I loved beyond all thought and reason. Sissy, as a separate person, was an integral part of me as no other woman 
could ever be. Such unconditional love and acceptance is the greatest aphrodisiac ever to twist a man's mind into 
delirium. I hope you understand.
   I was stretched over my ten-year-old daughter's body, and pounding the crap out of her pussy. Some part of me 
prayed that my disgusting cock would not actually enter her perfect vagina, and some terribly frightening part of me did 
not care. The war within me was subsumed by the mind numbing chemical desires forcing my uncontrolled thrusting.
   Sissy was crying out, but not in pain. Her orgasmic type wails were fueling the mindless animal inside me. Her hips 
were thrusting to meet mine and her hands pulled hard on my neck, trying to fuse our bodies into one. Then her little 
body froze again suddenly. Her thin legs squeezed painfully tight around my cock. I tried to thrust again but the friction 
on my already sore cock was almost too intense, as I thrust my pelvis tight down onto my daughter's.
   I could feel the hot semen burn its way through my aching cock and pump against my little girl's tight butt and the 
bedding below. We had both stopped breathing and were cumming together, just as we had always shared everything 
between us.
    After an indescribable infinite of nothingness, I slid to the slide and collapsed against my young incestuous lover. I 
cuddled against her relaxing body and we slipped into quasi-conscious state of bliss and dreams.
   
   I just cannot bring myself to truly regret the depth of sharing when Sissy and I make love. I know I have totally 
screwed up my daughter's childhood and mind, but if you saw her, you would think she was the happiest little girl on 
earth. I know it's my fault and my weakness, but sharing her love must feel better than heaven itself. I now know the 
ultimate sexual state can only come from sharing yourself as completely as possible with another, and when we make 
love, Sissy and I join as one, inseparable. 
   
