A Reluctant Daughter – Chap 3

Incest story: A Reluctant Daughter – Chap 3

Author: dirtydiana18

This part is including of Fiction, Cheating, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Written by women genres.

Purely Fantasy. I posted these stories before and now I’m posting them again. This particular one is dark and twisted, not for the faint of heart. All characters are eighteen years old and legal.

The remorse I felt over my whole situation knew no bounds. When I had banged my dad with my mother on the bed jealously had overridden my addled brain but now, with a clear conscience, I began to realize the severity of my actions. I had desacralized my parent’s marriage bed and disrespected my mother’s role as the woman of the house. Further still I had permanently broken things off with Ricky, giving up on the idea of trying to develop a healthy, intimate relationship with someone other than my father. Things were going really sour really fast.

As I said before the sex between my father and I had reached an all time peak. We fucked like rabbits. I couldn’t get enough of him. There was literally no place we hadn’t screwed in the house. We had banged in the shower, on the living room carpet, on the stairs. Everywhere you looked we had touched. Less than a day ago I let my dad take me as I draped myself over the bathroom sink. We had been getting ready for our day, me for school and him for work, when he slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. My mom was downstairs making breakfast and we were upstairs doing it doggy style.

That was another frightening aspect of our relationship, the voyeurism of it all. We had found that sex was ten times better when we risked getting caught, especially by my mother. After that one night when we had fucked with her in the bed we had begun searching for places to excite us. We had even driven up to Kissing Peak, a popular rest stop for kids looking to have some fun.

My dad fucked me in our Toyota Corolla as if we were some inexperienced teenagers. The couples around us couldn’t see in the car, thanks to tinted windows, but I was sure they heard us. When I thought about how the others would have no way of knowing the incest going on in the stall next to them I got wet. My dad and I had become a risqué couple, well sex wise that is.

Slowly I found myself hating our situation less and less. Before I had resented my dad for everything he had done, but now as our relationship matured I found myself enjoying our love making sessions more and more. When we had sex he would tell me how much he loved me, how he had never been with anyone who felt so good, how I was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Even I couldn’t keep my proclamations from tumbling out of my mouth. When he took me, slowly and with care, I would grab him by the neck and bring him as close to me as possible, whispering in his ear that I loved him and this was my way of showing it. The frantic forbidden sex may have been great, but it was those slow and languid unions that really showed our true colors.

So in a way you could say that I was both remorseful over our situation and determined to keep it going. The only thing that really made me reconsider my priorities was when I had to sit through my mother and father having sex. My bedroom may have been separated from theirs by the bathroom and a spare bedroom but I could hear my mother’s moans clear as day. Late at night I would toss and turn, pushing a pillow over my head to drown out the noises she was making on the cock I considered mine. It didn’t help that my dad would moan at the same level.

His grunts unrestrained and echoing throughout the house. For a man who claimed to think of me when with her he sure had no problem cumming. On more than one occasion he had fucked her multiples times in one night, falling asleep exhausted and not even bothering to see to my needs. Each time it happened I would mull over our relationship. How could we ever justify a relationship with my mother in the house? Were we really in love if he could just as easily cum in her as he did in me?

Those questions kept rattling around my brain, driving me crazy with the implications they held. When my father came to me one night after pounding my mother especially hard I vocalized my concerns.

“I’m just saying that you sure do cum in her without any effort,” I hissed. We were having an argument. His cock didn’t want to get erect after he had just cum in my mother. Not even the sight of my naked body was getting a rise out of it.

“You know I think of you when I do it baby. We’ve been over this.” His tone was that of a father reprimanding his daughter, not a man soothing his lover’s worries.

“Then why is it so easy for you? I hear your sounds. Tonight didn’t even take five minutes. You must have one hell of an imagination.” I grabbed the blanket and pulled it against my body. I may have been naked but my father was fully dressed and sitting on the desk chair opposite my bed. It didn’t escape my notice that more often than not I was the one without clothes, baring my skin for him to see while he lay hidden behind layers of clothing.

“I only think of you.” His promises were empty and yet I so wanted to believe them. Everything would be okay if I could actually believe I was the only one on his mind. But he had made me with my mother, I knew her body held at least some appeal to him.

“I don’t have to explain myself,” he continued, his voice was demanding as he raked his hands through his hair. “I told you the truth and whether or not you believe me is your deal.”

Is that what he really thought?

“I’m not the one who just got fucked Dad,” I explained gruffly. “That was you. If you want me to believe what you say then prove it. The sight of my body should’ve gotten you hard by now. It always has before, obviously something is different if it isn’t now.” I threw off the covers and stood up, facing him without a stitch of clothing on.

I did cheerleading and cross country. Cheerleading gave me a bubble butt and perky boobs, while cross country gave me shapely legs and a flat stomach. I knew I looked good. My height may have been average and my boobs decent size but I knew all in all I was a catch. The boys at school payed attention, so why was my dad not getting hard seeing me like this?

“Are you getting tired of me?” The question had to be asked, even if the answer wasn’t one I wanted to know. “Have we been together too much recently? Is my body not enough for you anymore?” I turned around to show him my ass and bent over sexily. Him not getting hard was a blow to my ego, I needed him to find me irresistible.

Now bent over I opened my legs a little to give him a straight line of vision to my wet cunt. Shaking my booty back and forth I licked my finger and reached down to tease my clit. My dad’s eyes were drinking in the sight of me, yet a quick glance between his legs let me know his member wasn’t finding the view as good as I would have hoped.

Straightening up with a huff I walked over and sat in his lap. “Maybe we should stop Dad. It’s almost Christmas break anyway so you can take off and we can have each other all day. We’ve been having too much sex. You see my body too much. It’s not even making you hard anymore.”

“Maybe you’re right honey.” My heart clenched at those words. “I love you but I’m getting older and I don’t think I can keep up the pace we’re getting at. Let’s just wait two weeks until your break starts. I assure you if you keep me waiting that long my old buddy here will be more than willing to stand at full attention to your hot ass.” With his reassuring words he slowly slipped a finger down and drew soft circles around my clit. His touch sent my skin aflame, letting me know that for me the desire I had for him still burned red hot.

His touch was electrifying as his middle finger gently pushed into my opening. Rather than a fast fucking my dad knew what I wanted and gave it to me slow. In and out at a pace that kept me satisfied but still wanting more. Even cramped up on this chair together I felt my heart swell with love for him. He could die tomorrow and I would still love him for eternity. He knew what I wanted before I even did. His thoughts were in sync with mine, it was as if we were one person.

He increased the pace, his fingers curling slightly inside of me. I leaned my head back as his lips sought after my nipple, taking my right breast into his mouth with the expertise of a man who knew his woman. With each push into me he would suck my breast harder, a double whammy of feelings that left me wanting more. By now he had pushed three fingers into me and was moving at his fastest pace.

I couldn’t keep down the mewls of pleasure that surfaced. The pleasure I felt with just his fingers was pushing me off the edge. His mouth was so hot on my nipple I reached forward and forced his head down to suck harder. I was almost there. His fingers were bringing me to my climax. He was so good, how I could have doubted him I don’t know. My peak was coming. I could feel it and so could he because just before it crashed over me he pulled away from my breast.

“Oh Mary that is so sexy.” There was no stopping it, he had already pushed me past my threshold, my pussy clenched around his fingers, pulling them further in and covering them in my juices. Mary was my mother’s name.

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After that night I couldn’t bear to look at my father again. He had apologized profusely for his slip of tongue. He blamed the lack of sleep he had the night before, the fact that he had just had to please her, a fact he assured me he wanted no part of, heck he even blamed me for having a pussy that looked so much like my mothers. He blamed everything but the truth, which was that even if he loved me and loved doing me, he still loved my mother. There was no other way around it. It was the truth, and boy did it hurt.

I knew I needed to get out of the house, if nothing else to clear my mind away from the twisted excuse we called a family. My aunt in Florida had no kids and had always begged me to come down and visit her. The day after the incident with my father I called her, and when she asked if my parents had agreed to the arrangement I said yes. My father wouldn’t dare fight me on this unless he wanted a full throttle meltdown. I would be gone for the whole month we had of Christmas vacation. A month to think of anything but my father.