Incest story: A Reluctant Daughter – Chap 2
Author: dirtydiana18
This part is including of Fiction, Blowjob, Cheating, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Reluctance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women genres.
I originally published these stories but removed them because of their dark nature. Some assholes on other sites decided to flaunt them as their own and win some awards. To that I say no! This is the work of dirtydiana18 and no one is gonna claim it as their own except me. So enjoy the story from yours truly… BTDubbs Steph is 18 years old and a senior in high school.
After nearly getting caught by my mother the intensity of sex between my dad and I increased. My father fucked me like he couldn’t get enough, every night and multiple times. In my bed we whispered dirty thoughts to one another, things we’d never dare say in the light. I begged him to fuck my cunt, telling him that Mom would be here soon and he needed to dump his load before his wife found out. He would whisper in my ear that he loved my cunt so much that when he fucked my mom he thought of me. That line always got me going,
causing my muscles to clench around his shaft, and more than once bringing me to full orgasm.
In a way we both knew we were heading down a dark path. Something had changed, instead of just wanting sex from me like before my Dad needed it. On one occasion, when circumstances demanded we couldn’t be together for three days, he nearly went crazy. When I returned from my cheerleading camp he had immediately pounced on me. Pushing me across the living room and into the kitchen he took me right then and there.
On our dining room table, his cock peeking out from the zipper in his pants and my cheerleading spanks pulled down around my ankles. It had been the first time we had fucked fully clothed, and I knew that day had marked a change in our relationship. Gone was the foreplay and sweet nothings, I was constantly wet and my dad was constantly hard. In less than two minutes we had both came on that table, as if the mere thought of fucking set off a switch in our brains. I was helpless to the desire. I needed it as much as him. Even if I hated every second of it.
Then there would come those times where I would see us together, Dad, Mom and me, all of us sitting down watching TV or going out to eat. Those times I could almost see us as a normal family. But then when my Mom turned her eyes away I saw the look on my Dad’s face, saw the barely controlled lust and felt my insides leak at the thought. I wanted more than anything to give my Mom the family she so thought she had. Yet a part of me knew that the minute my Dad and I stopped fucking was the day something in me would die. I was torn, and more often than not the selfish side of me won.
Still, all that changed the minute I got my first boyfriend. Although I was already at the appropriate age to be dating my unusual circumstance had deterred me from it. My dad had made me see all men as pigs, and I steered away from anything with a dick, especially teenage boys, who seemed to be controlled by them. But the intensity of sex between my dad and I led me to seek out a relationship. I needed to take control of our situation and getting a boyfriend would allow me that. In the back of my mind I hoped it would be the cure to saving my family.
Needless to say my dad was none too happy with the change. I hadn’t told him that I was going out and by our fourth date, a week after I had agreed to be his girlfriend, I let Mom know, hoping that if she told Dad herself it would prevent the crazy outburst I knew he was bound to have. So that night my Dad found out his sex toy was dating a teenage boy hours after he could do anything about it. I was already off to the movies with Ricky, who just so happened to be one of the most attractive and well-built guys at my school.
I had picked him because of his rather bad reputation with the girls. Multiple friends had revealed him to be the best fuck they ever had and that, more than anything else, made me want him. If he could make me cum without thinking about my dad then I would know things weren’t as bad as they seemed. If I could have a healthy sexual appetite away from home there would be hope for me later on in life. I needed to know if I could cum on a cock other than my father’s, and Ricky was the perfect guy for the job.
The movie was a drag, some chick flick about a girl with amnesia and her husband who tries to help her through it. I knew the only reason Ricky had brought me to it was to soften me up. He was pulling all the stops: roses, chocolate, a sappy movie, a romantic dinner. This had only been our fourth date but I could tell he wanted sex. Everything he did was thought out, structured to bring me to my knees with desire. I could see the whole plan mapped out just by looking into his eyes. In it he expressed a tightly coiled desire for sex, a barely controlled lust. You didn’t live in my house and do the things I did without being able to recognize that look, to recognize when a man wanted sex. Ricky’s eyes screamed fuck me, and I was more than willing to oblige.
We went to his apartment, his parents were some rich real estate agents who were constantly out of town. They gave him the apartment out of pity, he had told me that on our third date, and he lived it up as the bachelor pad it was meant to be. Walking through the door I could practically smell all the other girls who had been there before me. The living room was nicely made.
Couches that perfectly matched the tile on the floor and the painted accents on the walls. Magazines lay on the coffee table along with the remote to the gigantic flat screen TV situated on the opposite side. The place had obviously been designed with comfort and class in mind. I could only be pleased that it didn’t smell like gym socks and old cum.
“Do you want a drink?” He asked huskily, placing his jacket on the love seat next to me. He thought that I was nervous, which was cute, any other girl in my predicament would be. But I had been having sex for a long time. Sex didn’t make me nervous, if anything it made me that much more bolder.
Shaking my head to let him know I most definitely did not want a drink I motioned with my finger for him to follow. There was only one bedroom in this place, and I was determined to lead him to it. Walking backwards I began undoing my clothes, Ricky trailing after me like a drooling puppy dog. I kicked off my shoes in the hallway, shed off my jacket in the threshold to his room, and slipped off my jeans right before I backed into his bed. The room was large, the bed big enough to allow two people all the fun they desired.
I stood facing him, my shirt and panties still on, my face pulled together in a sexy look I knew drove guys wild. It screamed fuck me, and the look always managed to work on my father.
I quickly shook off the thought of my dad from my mind, instead watching as Ricky threw off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans. He was nervous, obvious from the slight tremor in his hands. Could this be the first time a girl initiated sex with him? Considering Ricky’s playboy reputation the idea made perfect sense. He was used to seducing the girls, he was not the seducee.
The thought left me feeling a little unpleasant and I, deciding Ricky was taking way to long getting his damn pants off, reached out to help him. Reaching forward I unzipped his jeans and pushed down his pants, gasping at the huge budge his underwear barely concealed. He was big, my girlfriends had told me so, but what I saw said that and more. He was really, really big. Not even missing a beat I pulled down his boxer shorts, smiling when his ten inch erect cock popped to action. It was already purple from the strain, and at full mast waiting to serve me. My mouth drooled at the thought.
By the time I had slipped out of all my clothes and pushed Ricky back onto the bed my pussy was absolutely soaked. We were both naked, his dick even harder than before. Slowly I crawled onto the bed, placing fast kisses on the head of his member, reaching down and cupping his balls I brought his cock into my mouth. I was good at giving blow jobs. Unlike the other girls at my school I had years of experience. I could tell Ricky noticed my skill because for one rumored to bang so many girls it only took a couple deep throating pushes for him to cum in my mouth.
His lack of restraint surprised me as I tried to swallow as much as I could, some of it succeeding in escaping my mouth. It dripped onto my breasts. Without thinking I sexily licked it up, sneaking glances at him, knowing my actions would make him red with lust. I wasn’t disappointed, Ricky was more than intrigued, smiling down at me with a look of pure contentment. Yet the longer I looked at his face the more I realized my heart had stopped cold. I had made a horrible mistake. The boy was falling in love.
His eyes said it all, filled with both concern and happiness. Concern over my well-being but happiness over having felt so much pleasure. He was lightly stroking my hair, apologizing for letting out his load so fast and promising me that me that if I waited a couple minutes he would make me feel equally as great. I couldn’t do this to him.
As much as I wanted to do him, to prove to my dad I could fuck who I wanted when I wanted, I couldn’t bring Ricky into my lies. He may have been a high school player but he was innocent too. A high school boy didn’t need to get his heart broken by a girl who knew way too much about sex for her own good. I wouldn’t turn him into the monster my dad had turned me into. He didn’t deserve it.
The ride home was uneventful. Ricky kept asking me what was wrong, surprised that I had made us leave his apartment without even getting mine. There was worry laced in his words, a fact that made me feel even more guilty.
“Was it that I made you swallow?” he asked.
I laughed, because of all things to make me upset swallowing was furthest from my mind. “No, Ricky,” I said. “I just don’t want to do it. I’m kind of tired and I want to go home.”
Parent Post: A Reluctant Daughter – by dirtydiana18
- A Reluctant Daughter - Chap 2
- A Reluctant Daughter - Chap 3
- A Reluctant Daughter - Chap 4A
- A Reluctant Daughter - Chap 4B
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