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.

“I’m going to go take a shower and head to bed.” He announced.

“Already? I thought we would watch a movie.”

“Yeah sorry Chipmunk, but I’m just really tired. Work has been pretty busy lately.” I gave him a half-hearted smile, hoping that he was telling the truth.

Suddenly his demeanor changed. “Oh,” he said, obviously trying to be nonchalant but failing miserably. “Mom called, said she won’t be coming home tonight and she’s going to crash at a client’s house.” My smile turned to a frown as I watched my dad wince with the news, as if hearing it aloud gave him pain. I just knew he was going to sleep early tonight because of her. Going to sleep in an empty bed and waking up to a cold morning.

“Turn off the TV before you leave.” In my daydreaming, my dad had left, now already half-way up the stairs.

“G’dnight.” I yelled, sadness washing over me as I prayed that things would change.

Sometime around eleven I woke up. My head was smashed against the remote, an infomercial playing on the screen. I always did this, fell asleep in front of the TV. My dad got on my case about how it was a waste of electricity but for some reason I could never quite escape the sleepiness it brought on. I flicked the remote to turn it off and headed up stairs. It was a shame that I hadn’t finished the episode.

I was pretty much lost in thought when a soft groan made me stumble back a few steps. The sound appeared to be coming from my parent’s bedroom. I glanced over, the light was still slipping out from under their door, and if my dad’s night lamp was on it meant he was definitely still awake.

I snuck forward as quietly as possible. It was way past my bedtime, and he would no doubt be angry with me for being up so late. Convinced I was close enough, I reached forward and turned the door handle, careful to move it in such a way as to not emit any sound. If he was up this late it must be extremely important. Sometimes I liked to help him with his late night cases, it was good father-daughter bonding.

Once the knob was turned I pushed slightly, opening the door only about six inches. Instinctively I looked to the right.

The thing about my parents room is that when you open the door just a little bit you can get a clear glimpse of my mother’s nightstand. On it is her gigantic mirror which in turn gives a perfect view of the bed. When I was little I used it all the time to check if my parents were sleeping, it was a great way to be nosy and not get caught.

I concentrated on the mirror, the change in lighting taking a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. A picture formed in the reflection. All other thoughts flying out of my mind as I tried to wrap my head around what I was seeing. Yupp, my dad was definitely awake.

From the reflection I could tell he was naked. His white legs rested above the comforter, and he was sitting up with his back to the headboard. He was grabbing his penis with his right hand. Next to him was a big bottle of lotion that he must have used on it because it was all slick and shiny. Black curly hair peeked out from around his penis, I think it was called pubes.

I watched in fascination as his hands moved up and down. I had never seen one in real life before. Were they always so big? This must be what we called an erection, which would make sense since it was poking out and about like that. I knew guys liked to play with their dicks, and I knew at my age most girls had already sampled some dick for themselves, but I wasn’t like that. My friends liked to joke around and call me Mary, since the only way I was ever going to hook a guy was through immaculate conception. Oh the never ending virgin jokes.

My dad’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed, his hand still going up and down. I marveled at how perfect he was at doing that. He was moving in a rhythm and with each stroke his penis seemed to get bigger. I could tell he was enjoying it because his mouth was open and these soft moans were escaping his lips. His chest was covered in sweat, not unusual considering the heat, but I wondered if maybe moving his hand up and down like that was making him tired.

“Steph honey.” I froze, my back rigid. He had seen me, or maybe he had heard me. Looking at the reflection it didn’t appear so. His head was still rolled back and his hand hadn’t stopped moving. “Please just touch it. Touch daddy’s cock.” My eyes bugged at his words. My dad wanted me to touch his penis…um I mean cock? Right now? Glancing back at his reflection I could see he wasn’t even looking at me. That meant he was fantasizing about me touching it! My dad was thinking about me and getting horny. The thought gave me a weird sensation in the pit of my belly.

“Just a little honey.” Obviously my dad’s fantasy was getting better. It seemed impossible but his hand was increasing its speed. His lifted a little off of the bed, like he was straining towards something. “In your mouth Steph. Suck it in your mouth!” I gasped, forgetting my place and covering the sound quickly after.

“Daddy can’t put it in your pussy but he’ll put it in your mouth. Swallow daddy’s cum! Take it all! Uggh, you little tease!!” His words were getting stronger and I could tell something was about to happen. He moved his head back and opened his eyes, looking at his cock as he continued up and down its length. “Take it honey. Take it!” With his words I could feel something inside me grow wet. I reached down to touch the crotch of my underwear. The bottom of my panties were soaked. Not a normal wet, a slimy kind of wet. Feeling around myself I could tell the slime was coming from deep inside, kind of like pee.

I had just thought that when suddenly I fell forward. Taking my hand off the floor had made me unbalanced and although I had been squatting next to the crack in the door I felt myself quickly fall forward, my head hitting the door and making it fly open. I didn’t have my other hand to brace myself since it was still stuck in my panties and I fell roughly and noisily against the wood of my dad’s room. A loud whack sounded and in the mirror I saw my dad’s eyes fly to my form.

“What the hell…” he yelled, moving the pillows around the bed in search of something. Probably his pants I guessed, since he was making a big effort to hide his penis with his left hand. Sensing the distraction I quickly snatched my hands out of my underwear and wiped my fingers on my dress, praying he hadn’t seen anything.

I stood up then, trying my best not to cry at the whole situation. My dad had been playing with himself and I had been watching. I didn’t mean to. I hadn’t expected it. Gosh this was embarrassing.

When I had finally gathered enough courage to look up my dad was in his shorts and the lotion out of sight. There was a big tent in his bottoms from his penis but I pretended not to notice, instead looking at his face and rubbing my eyes like I was really tired.

“Sorry dad.” I yawned. “I fell asleep on the couch and was coming upstairs when I heard a sound from your room.” The lie came, flowing from my tongue effortlessly. “Are you working on a case or something?” Please fall for it. Please fall for it, I prayed.

“Oh yeah Chipmunk,” my dad’s tone was strained. “I was just doing some important documents for tomorrow. You should get to bed now.” I rubbed my eyes again, peeking at him a little as I did so. His face was an expression of relief. Looking at him like this I noticed how much weight he had lost in the last couple of months. His eyes were red-rimmed, as if he had been crying, and his skin was pale. Is this how he looked when he wasn’t putting on a brave face for me?

“Okay Dad,” I turned to move out, afraid that I had seen too much, and I don’t just mean the penis part. “If you need anything I can always help you. I have a good mouth.”

“What?!” He snapped, obviously taken aback.

“I’m a good speaker. I can help you plan your opening argument.” I internally slapped myself for the stupid mistake, realizing how it sounded.

“Oh of course,” he sighed, his tone a bit disappointed. “Just go to bed Chipmunk. I love you.”

“Love you too,” I muttered, slugging back to my door like I was extremely tired. The truth couldn’t be more the opposite. Excitement was pouring over my body, I was wide awake.

After slipping into my room I changed into some short night shorts and a tank top and crawled into bed. My eyes just kept replaying the scene over and over. Calling my name, telling me to suck his penis, no, telling me to suck his cock. In that moment he had seemed so content. Why couldn’t he look like that all the time?

I had probably been sitting in bed for a good twenty minutes when a faint knock on my door alerted me to my dad’s presence. He opened, not waiting for a response. “Steph you still up?” he asked. His voice trembled a bit. His tone timid and his volume low as if he was afraid someone would hear.

“I’m up Dad,” I answered, pushing forward a little on my mattress. “What’s up?”

He walked over to the other side of the bed, turning on my lamp and taking a seat near my feet. He was bare chested and his penis was still hard. I stared at his crotch for a little while, curious as to what it meant. Was he still horny?

“Stephanie,” he began. He reached for my left hand and brought it into both of his, lightly brushing my knuckles, his eyes deep in thought. “You know your mom and I have been having some trouble.” I opened my mouth to respond but he continued before I could.

“We just aren’t seeing eye to eye on a lot of things. It’s not that we don’t love one another, because we do, it’s just that she doesn’t really feel like doing things that I need.” His eyes turned up to look into mines, pleading with me to understand. “Do you get where I’m going with this?”

“Not really Dad,” I confessed. I took my hand out of his grasp and put it on his thigh reassuringly. “But you can tell me anything. I promise.”

Suddenly he stood up, hands running through his hair. “Well that’s just it Steph. I shouldn’t tell you these things. You shouldn’t know them but I can’t baby. I just can’t do this anymore.” His voice had lowered, his tone so low it was barely a whisper. I couldn’t see his eyes but I just knew they were tearing up. “I need you Chipmunk. I’m tired. So, so, so tired.” He turned to me, a desperate look on his face, one I had never seen him wear.

“Tired of what Dad?” I asked, although I already had an idea.

“Steph there’s a part of a man that will always be man. A part of him that never really goes away.” He was walking around the room now. Whether he was trying to make sense of it to himself or me I couldn’t say for sure. All I knew was that whatever he was trying to say would change my life. I just knew it.

“I love your mother, with all my heart. And I love you too Steph.” At this he sat back down on my bed. “I love you sooo much baby sometimes I can’t even stand it. You are beautiful, kind, smart, funny. You know just when to say what I need to hear.” A strand of hair had gotten in my eye and my father brushed it aside, gently tucking it behind and tilting my face lightly towards his.

“I love you honey, and I need you. Daddy needs you. I wish I didn’t. I wish I didn’t have these thoughts about you. But I do,” his voice dropped. “I need you Steph. I need you like a man needs a woman.” His eyes hovered to my lips, resting there a fraction of a second before he moved closer. I had never been kissed before, I didn’t know what to expect. Right before we touched my eyes drifted closed, my heart pounding a mile a minute. His lips brushed against mines, only a small touch, but still it felt like electricity.

It tingled, eliciting me to let out a little moan before he unexpectedly crushed his lips to mines. It was soft, I had never kissed anyone before but I was sure that lips shouldn’t be this soft. His were tender and beautiful, and when his tongue darted out to touch me I couldn’t hold in the ‘oh’ that escaped. I parted my lips and his tongue plunged in, reaching into my mouth and swirling around inside me. He licked my teeth, entangled his tongue with mine. Our faces began sucking each others, both of us gasping for air. I felt dizzy and satisfied all at the same time. He pulled me close against him.

Eventually the kiss ended. I placed my head to his chest, resting and trying to catch my breath. Feelings were rising inside me. I felt powerful, tingly all over. The wetness between my legs had returned. But still I also felt guilty, and looking over my dad, a little grossed out. This was the man who changed my diapers. He was married to my mom. We definitely should not kiss like that.

“Oh honey,” he cooed. “You are such a good kisser. Daddy hasn’t kissed like that in years.” His hand was patting against my back, making small circles. I could feel his fingers lightly brush along the strip of exposed flesh between my shirt and my shorts. The electricity shot out of his fingertips and I squirmed with the sensation.

“Just this once Steph. Just this once let Daddy take some strength from you. I won’t ask again.” I didn’t understand what he meant. Take strength? As in encouragement?

“Dad,” my voice cracked. “What are we doing?” I squirmed under his touch.

“You’re just taking care of Daddy’s needs. Doing what Mommy can’t. You’re saving our marriage.” His hand was beginning to move up, pulling up my shirt, tugging at the fabric to expose more skin. His other hand made small circles on my thigh, reaching higher and higher to the place I had never been touched before.

“But what about Mom?” I asked. My voice was soft, I barely recognized the timidity in it.

“Mom will be okay I promise.” He smiled at me. I saw darkness in his eyes. Darkness and hope and loneliness and exasperation and love. A lot of love. “Only once baby. Only once I will ask you for this. I’m tired of being lonely.” His voice had morphed again, gone back to that emotion packed tone that reminded me so much of a wounded animal. Who was I to deny him anything?

“One time, you promise?” I pushed off from him a little, making sure we were on the same page.

“Just once Steph. Just once.” His face was apologetic but his hands continued on their mission. The one on my back gently pushed the fabric of my shirt all the way up my neck, while his other hand left my thigh and helped to tug my shirt up and over my head. I felt exposed, ugly and stupid without the protection of clothing. But still I let him do this, tilting my head to the side so he knew what I was giving him.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, and I half-smiled because really that was such a dad thing to say. Gently we moved backward, so that I was lying down on my bed and he was half way bent over me, both of us eye to eye. His hands moved up and down my skin, warming me with his touch, his fingers tickling in their teasing. Hesitantly one of his hands brushed over my nipple.

It was hardly a touch, just a little graze, but I arched my back with the unfamiliar pain it brought. Yes there was pain there. Pain bordering on pleasure. Before I could think my dad did that again, this time holding my nipple lightly between his two fingers, he applied pressure, covering my tiny breast with his hand. The sensations coursed down my body. It was so powerful I couldn’t hold it in.

“Dad,” I moaned, not completely understanding what was going on.

“I know baby. Daddy will make it all better.” He dipped down, his tongue cold as it lapped at the outer portion of my breast. I jumped, confused as to what he meant to do. But then, as he planted soft kisses along my chest, meticulous and teasing, the truth dawned. He was going to bring my nipple into his mouth, and suddenly, not even knowing how that would feel, I realized I desperately wanted my dad to do that. To suck my tits.

He moved in closer and closer, failing to give me what I wanted, leaving me yearning for his mouth. Then, when I thought I would scream with the frustration of it all he engulfed my breast, sucking the nipple tenderly. His mouth lapped at the nub, his fingers drawing small patterns on my lower stomach. Gingerly he moved to the other side, taking the other into his mouth in a manner so delicate yet so powerful. Never had I guessed what kind of pleasure this could bring me. My panties were soaked now, and my boobs pushed into his mouth almost on its own accord, as if my body wanted to be deep within him and never return.

“Steph,” he groaned, moving up to look at me. “Touch me baby. Touch daddy.” He arched his back, moving his chest closer with yearning. Tentatively I reached out, running my hand along his muscles. He was hard, well-built. I realized then how truly attractive my father was. His abs, his shoulders, his back. Running my hands along his chest I could feel the power ripple beneath. Every muscle was tightly wrapped, coiled, ready to strike.

“Steph you need to touch a little lower,” he nibbled on my ear. “Please baby.”

I gulped, apprehension filling me about what that meant. I had never done anything like this before. I didn’t even know what to do with his thing. His cock. When I had seen it earlier it had looked dangerous and foreboding. Would I just move it up and down like my dad did? It was a shame Mom wasn’t here to give me some pointers.
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Parent Post: A Reluctant Daughter – by dirtydiana18

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• A Reluctant Daughter - Chap 3
• A Reluctant Daughter - Chap 4A
• A Reluctant Daughter - Chap 4B