A Reluctant Daughter – Chap 4A

Incest story: A Reluctant Daughter – Chap 4A

Author: dirtydiana18

This part is including of Fiction, Cheating, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Reluctance, Written by women, Young theme.

Purely Fiction. Here’s the latest installment, some of you more avid readers may notice some continuity errors but with the new site regulations and, to be completely honest, my new personal preferences, everything is nice and legal and clean. Feel free to comment or message me if you have any questions. Enjoy 🙂

My dad was giving it all to me. All 10 inches of his cock.

“Keep squeezing me like that baby. Come on Steph milk daddy’s cock.” His breath was ragged, sweat dripping off his lean body. We had been going at it for the last half an hour. The third time today, and it was only 2:00pm.

“Come on baby,” my dad begged. I refused to look at him in the eyes. If he wanted a fuck buddy he got one. He had no right to expect me to show emotion.

I lay there, in the middle of our living room, my bra half way on, my blouse thrown over the lamp, my jeans and panties still hanging off one leg. My dad had opened his trousers a little, his cock peeking through enough to allow him the pleasure of my body. I didn’t understand why he hadn’t gotten undressed, my mother was at some sort of women empowerment presentation thing for the next two days. He had more than enough time to take what he wanted from me. Him doing it while fully clothed just made me feel cheap.

“Steph give me something. I need something from you,” he grunted. Ironic, considering he was already taking residence in my body. Taking the thing I treasured the most.

I mustered up as much enthusiasm as I could. “Oh dadddy!” I moaned half-heartedly. “Put your thick cock in your daughter’s pussy.” I ground my crotch against his for effort. “You are so big I love it. Ride me better than you ride Mom. Make me scream your name.” I humped my hips up and down his, suppressing shudders from the pleasure the action was giving me. No orgasm, I internally chanted. No orgasm and no pleasure. Make him feel it. Make him feel guilty. You don’t even like the feeling of him in you. You’re disgusted by his mere presence.

My pussy throbbed. Damn.

“That’s right baby. Take it. Take it all!” He pistoned in and out, his eyes glued on my face while my eyes gazed lazily around the room, acting like I was bored with the whole thing. It wasn’t technically a lie. After years of suffering abuse I had finally shut off. Not even the pleasure of my dad’s endowed dick was enough to make me truly enjoy this.

A month ago, when I had come back from Florida, he had taken me rough and nonconsentually in our garage. Ever since then he has kept pushing himself on me. Day after day, even if I don’t want it, no scratch that, especially when I don’t want it. I was done on so many levels. The only consolation was that in about six months or so I would be off to college. Far away from his disgusting molestation. I may have been nineteen and technically an adult already but in my dad’s eyes I was still HIS teenaged slut.

As if he knew what I was thinking my dad quickly pulled out. Without so much as a single word he turned me over so that my belly was now on the carpet, my naked butt facing him.

Oh, that was another thing I forgot to mention. We had begun doing anal. Kinky, I know. But what could be expected from a man who fucked his own daughter?

“Look at that sweet ass,” he purred, stroking a hand along my cheek, slapping it a little so it giggled in his palm.

“Daddy loves your ass Steph. It’s so tight, just like how your pussy used to be. Being in your ass reminds me of being in your tight virgin pussy.” His words stung, from the implication that I wasn’t as good a lay as before or from the recollection of our first time I didn’t quite know. But feeling him pushing at my butt, which I had already slathered with lube in preparation, made me realize just how far we had come since our first. At the time I had thought we were a one and done thing, now I knew I had been wrong. So, so, wrong.

“Pizza tonight Chipmunk,” my dad hollered, his head peeking through my room door. He was wearing a typical dad like yellow collared shirt paired with some just-above-the-knee khaki shorts. I don’t know why my dad didn’t dress nicer, he was a good looking man when he tried.

“Yeah Dad.” I smiled at him, turning around in my desk chair and sticking my tongue out to let him know he was intruding in my space. I still had a ton of math homework to do tonight.

“Stick your tongue at me again and I’m getting olives on the pizza.” My dad’s sing songy voice teased. I narrowed my eyes. I knew he was just joking, I really hated olives. He wouldn’t dare.

“You would never,” I teased, sticking out my tongue again and calling his bluff.

“Olives and anchovies it is,” he proclaimed, his head disappearing from my door frame. I heard laughing and footsteps as he ran down the hallway before I could respond.

“No you don’t,” I yelled. Jumping out of my desk chair I ran out my room and down the stairs, positive that I had heard his footsteps going towards the kitchen.“Where are you dad?” I asked, my eyes scanning behind the living room curtains and behind the entertainment center. My dad was the best at hiding. How he managed to do so while being so tall I didn’t know.

I walked around the coffee table, purposefully stomping my feet to let him know where I was. A smile formed on my face. Seeing my dad happy had made me surprisingly giddy. I hadn’t seen him laugh or smile in a while. Him and Mom were having some marriage trouble, although they still hadn’t said a word to me. A couple mornings I had woken up and found him sleeping on the couch.

Then there was the fact that my parents didn’t even kiss anymore. Don’t get me wrong, the thought of my parent’s kissing was icky on all levels, but them not even bothering to share a good morning peck was troubling. Dad seemed more tired lately, the rings around his eyes more pronounced. It was obvious he was lonely, especially since Mom had gotten her new job.

She traveled a lot, and as a professional ‘organizer,’ whatever that meant, she spent a lot of time with single, good looking men trying to get clean and impress the ladies. The separation was obviously taking a toll. My dad’s sunken eyes and pale skin were proof enough. As each day passed and each wrinkle formed I felt a dark force slowly sneaking its way into our house.

“AHA!” He yelled, leaping out from behind the cabinet and wrapping his arms around me in a big bear hug. He swung me around and I instinctively gripped his arms, scared he would drop me. My hair got caught in my mouth and I sputtered. He continued twirling me around a couple more times until finally, after I was sufficiently dizzy, we stopped. My dad rested my feet gently on the kitchen tile.

“Try stick out your tongue now,” he challenged, one of his hands out in front, ready to tickle me if need be.

The temptation was too hard to bare, I stuck my tongue out, twisting my face so that I could see straight into his. My dad smiled back and I knew what was going to happen. My body tensed in preparation. But suddenly his face dropped and his gaze lowered, his eyes growing cloudy. I followed his gaze, looking down at myself. In our playing he had accidentally pulled down my dress strap.

The dress was an old summer one I wore when it was hot. The color was dull and the seams incredibly stretched out, but it was comfortable. Yet because it was old the strap had easily slipped down, revealing nearly my entire right boob. My dad’s hand was just barely touching the bottom of it and I swear I saw his thumb move a little up towards my nipple.

I pushed out of his hands and tugged it up, smoothing my dress down to make sure everything was nice and put away. My boob wasn’t that big, I mean I didn’t think so, it was only a C cup. I was eighteen, already a senior in high school, and no guy had ever touched my boobs, nor make any mention that they wanted to.

“Sorry Dad,” I apologized, turning around to look at him. He was frozen in thought. I waved a hand in front of his face. “Hello! Anyone in there? Earth to Dad.”

His eyes caught the movement of my hand and the trance broke. He looked at my face and smiled, although it wasn’t quite as bright as before. “It’s okay honey. I’m sorry too, sometimes I just forget you’re all grown up. Can’t play too rough, considering you’re a girl and all.” His tone was mocking and in response I stuck my tongue out just a little bit. His smile grew brighter and he rubbed his hand against my head, messing my hair up completely before reaching for the phone next to the fridge. “So olive and anchovy pizza?” he asked.

Just like that I felt the tension in the room dissolve. “Sure thing dad,” I countered. “But don’t forget the mushrooms.”

“Hahaha!” He laughed, leaning back as his mouth opened in a hearty chuckle. “You got me there Chipmunk.” My dad hated mushrooms just as much as I hated olives.

Feeling positively smug I marched back to my room, working oh so diligently. Thankfully by the time the pizza arrived I was already done. I put everything away and went downstairs, the smell of pineapple and ham leading me to the dining table.

“Looks good Dad,” I announced, making him jump a little. His back was facing me.

“My gosh Steph,” he said. “You’re like a bloodhound, you can smell food a mile away.”

“That and the fact that the pizza guy rang our doorbell and I could hear you guys talking,” I countered, taking my seat. He reached over and put a big slice on my plate.

“Careful it’s ho…” But it was too late, I had already dug in. I thought I heard him mutter something about ‘impatient children’ but then again my face was too full with pizza to really take notice.

“You’re an animal.” He laughed. I looked up and smiled, opening my mouth so he could see all the chewed up food inside. “Yupp,” I agreed.

By the time dinner was over I was very much stuffed and my dad very much baffled. I had eaten five slices, not bad for a little chipmunk. I skipped over to watch TV, plopping on our couch and looking for the remote. “Hey dad did you see the…” He waved it in front of my face and I snatched it up. He always knew what I needed before I did. Always one step ahead.