A Reluctant Daughter – Chap 4B

Incest story: A Reluctant Daughter – Chap 4B

Author: dirtydiana18

The irony of that thought struck me, cold and unpleasant, leaving a sour taste in my mouth. Of course Mom would know, she had probably seen his cock a hundred times. His penis belonged to her. She was the only one who should touch it, look at it, think about it. I glanced up. My dad had gotten a little more frantic, his suckling increasing and his hands entwining themselves within my hair. He had dropped his crotch a little lower so that it rested on my left thigh. Slowly he moved back and forth, the bulge in his pants pushing against my leg.

Butterflies flittered in my stomach with the unfamiliar feelings burgeoning within me. It was strange. Not completely unpleasant, but strange nonetheless. In my mind I saw pictures of my mother. Taking me to practices, cooking dinner, driving me to the mall late at night to get things I should’ve grabbed weeks ago. Brushing the hair out of my eyes when I was sick. Coming to every single recital, game, concert, competition. I knew I was young, barely legal, but I knew fully what I was doing. This was betrayal. I was betraying her.

I turned my head to the side, pushing his face off of my exposed chest. “I don’t want to Dad.” I looked around for my shirt, spying it on the floor at the foot of my bed. “Mom deserves better.” I pushed myself up, grabbed the fabric and shoved it up and over my head.

I wasn’t meeting his eyes, my back facing him, and I could just feel his gaze burning a hole through my shirt. I blushed, realizing the severity of what we had just done. I wasn’t completely sure but I think we I had just went to second base.

“I need you.” Soft, barely a whisper, hardly the loud and rambunctious statement that would be expected.

“Dammit, what have I done?!” He stood up now, I could hear the rustling of the sheets, the squeaky hinges of my small twin bed. Turning around would be stupid now, he was leaving. I had won.

But this didn’t feel like a victory, it felt like heartbreak. I twisted my body to face him, desperate to not be another cause of the bags under his eyes. His head was down, his hand reaching for the door. I saw him again, the way I had seen him when he had been sitting alone in his bed. Sunken eyes, pale skin, this defeated aura surrounding every part of his body. He was muscular sure, attractive yes. But vibrant? Definitely not.

“Dad..” Not fully knowing what I would say, I began, sure that something had to be done. His head moved up and in his eyes I saw it. I saw the end of my parent’s marriage, a lengthy divorce. Me moving between one house and the next for holidays and birthdays. My dad starting a new family with someone else. Step-siblings, step-parents. Broken. Everything broken. Damn it all if the thought didn’t scare me shitless.

“It’s okay honey. It was wrong of me to ask this of you.” His tone sounded as if it was anything but okay.

“No Dad wait!” I reached forward, grasping his hands in mine. Like he had done before, I began to stroke his knuckles softly. “I love you, you know that right?” At that moment I felt more the parent than the child. But it was okay. Sometimes a parent needed a break from being the one in control. Sometimes the child had to be the adult.

“Yeah Chipmunk,” he rubbed his hand through my hair. “I love you too.” He turned to leave.

“What would we do if I didn’t tell you to leave?!” I blurted, the words falling from my mouth before I had a chance to think of whether I wanted the answer or not.

He swung back around, “Honey you don’t have to…”

“I know and I’m not saying I want to, I just need to know what you want exactly.” I looked at his face, saw life seep into his eyes, a smile developing.

“Well there’d be a lot of kissing,” my dad began. The gap between us closed, the heat from his body radiating around us. “Then I’d touch you down there.”

“Where?” I asked, knowing the answer but needing to hear him say it.

“Your pussy,” he added, a hand reaching out to stroke my shoulder. I squeezed my legs shut at the revelation

“My vagina you mean?” With each word I could see hope blossoming in his frame.

“No Steph. When I touch you there, like the way I will, it’ll be me touching your pussy. Me giving you pleasure.” I noticed the way he said ‘will,’ as if it was already a guarantee.

“After that?” I asked, taking the hand that was touching my shoulder and placing it atop my boob. I wanted to feel him touching me like that again, just a little touch.

“Then, when you’re nice and wet,” his hand was kneading my breast, pinching and prodding at the skin underneath. He once again sat next to me. His weight causing the bed to move me ever so closer to him. “I’ll enter you, slowly, I’ll fill you up until I hit bottom.”

“Enter me with what?” He needed to say it, he needed to voice the words that would change our lives forever.

“My cock.” I felt my pussy cream at his revelation. He brought me towards him, gripping me in a makeshift hug that was both comforting and arousing. I felt his package poking against my belly.

“Dad are you really that turned o…” I looked down, noticing that the bulge in his pants had gotten even bigger. A tiny wet spot formed where the tip of his penis lay. And even though I had seen it naked his cock seemed even bigger restrained in shorts.

“Sorry,” he pushed his hips away from me, still holding me in his arms. “All this talk about sex has gotten Daddy riled up.” Obviously, I thought. And why the hell did he keep referring to himself as “daddy”?

“I can’t do this.” I pushed away, mad at myself for being so cowardice and mad at my dad for asking me to do this. “I don’t want that giant thing in me. It’ll hurt me.”

“Steph,” his voice was desperate now. “I assure you it will be amazing. If we get you wet I’ll slip right in. I bet you’re already soaked.” Before I understood he reached over, pushing my shorts to the side and dipping a finger into my pussy.

I jerked back, surprised at both the quickness of his action and the feelings it stirred within me. “What is the matter with you!” I snapped. I stood up again, facing my back towards him. My shorts were all crooked but I didn’t care. He had already touched it, seeing it didn’t really matter.

“No honey I didn’t mean to make you upset.” His strong hands gripped my shoulder and turned me around. He lifted his finger which was shiny and coated in my liquid.

“This is from you. You make it cause you like when I kiss you and you want me to enter you. You want this Steph, you can’t deny it when the evidence is right here.” He held his glistening finger up for inspection. It was covered in juices.

“Your body wants this, Steph. You want it.” I looked up at his eyes then, heard the desperation in his voice. “I want it.” He stated, and before I could respond he took my lips. The kiss was raw, I could feel the strength behind his touch. I could feel how much he wanted me. With our height difference he had to bend his knees to reach my lips and without thinking I stood on my tiptoes, desperate to be closer to him. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, felt him press his body against mine.

“It’s okay,” he exhaled onto my lips, I could feel the vibrations of his shaky words. “Daddy will make you feel good baby.” His arms tugged me around and with our arms still entwined I backed up towards the bed. I used my arms to feel the comforter behind me, settling in as I was brought to my back. My dad was hunched over me, our lips interlocked. His scent was intoxicating. A musky mix that had always made me feel so safe. He was the only man I had ever loved, and gosh he was beautiful.

My dad’s tongue was probing my mouth now, deepening our kisses. I reached my hands around his back and with each suckle I gripped him, my nails digging into his flesh. Every emotion was new, every pulse better than the last.

He pulled a little away, “Baby I need you so bad.” Ragged breaths. His body was now completely over mine, his hands propping him up. My lips yearned for his, to feel the contact of our skin. I felt his crotch dip down, dip until it was pressing against my shorts, right where the opening to me lay. His lips found mines once again. I moaned into my mouth as he rocked his crotch back and forth slowly, pushing into me and pulling away, creating an unbearable heat in my shorts.

“Dad I don’t understand…” The feelings his touch were creating had me getting wetter. I felt myself pushing back on him, grinding my hips with his to feel more of the strange heat. My friends had never told me it would feel like this. This was overwhelming. Incredible.

“Oh baby if you keep that up daddy’s going to cum.” He pushed his crotch into me, hard. I moaned, afraid of how good it was feeling and how powerless I was to resist the urges. We were moving in a rhythm now, both of our hips pushing up and down, grinding on each other. My nails dug into his back. It felt so good.

“Dad I need..I need…I need something.” It was hard to place these feelings. My insides were oozing juice now, pulsing. I felt hot and cold at the same time.

“I know baby. I know what you need.” Fingers appeared at the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down over my legs. The fabric felt itchy against my skin. Then my dad pushed off of me, leaving me humming with desire, gyrating my hips into thin air, still pushing up against where he used to be.

He laughed, his hands grasping my half pulled-off shorts. “Baby stay still, if we don’t get this off you we can’t fuck.”

Fuck. The word vibrated throughout my mind. He was going to enter me. He was going to put that big penis inside me. The thought should’ve been revolting, it should’ve made me cringe, instead it made me want more.

I stilled then, my chest heaving up and down. Quickly my dad had the shorts off, and then he was reaching for my panties. In my mind I knew they would need to come off, but the thought of being exposed to a man’s gaze like that made me reconsider.

“Wait Dad,” I covered his hand, the one that was touching my underwear, with mine. “I don’t know if we should.”