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.”

“Steph it’s okay. I’ll be gentle.” I could hear how strained his voice had become. His chest was heaving too, his breath coming in short bursts.

“It’s not that.” I searched for the words. “No one has ever seen me down there. I’ve never done this. I don’t know what to do.” This wasn’t like me, to go inexperienced into a situation. I felt lost, embarrassed and really, really nervous.

“Don’t worry babe,” his hand pushed mines away. “I bet you’ll be beautiful.” At this my panty was gone, my dad tossing it aside. His eyes devoured every inch of me, as if he couldn’t get enough. “See baby,” he whispered, grabbing my inner thigh. “You’re so beautiful.”

I stiffened, his hot breath reducing my insides to mush. His finger circled the nub at the top of my pussy. He flicked it, pushing it down and grasping it between his fingers. I shuddered, squirming with his touch, powerful urges pulsed inside me. I screamed, wanting more but afraid of what more entailed.

“Take off your shirt,” he commanded. My addled brain took a moment to process what that meant before I quickly grasped the fabric. I did a makeshift sit up, allowing me the space to slip it over my head. I watched it fall lifelessly to the ground, my innocence falling along with it.

I was going to have sex.

Suddenly the most amazing sensation coursed through my veins and I fell back, hard, into the mattress. “Ohhhh Daaad! Ohhh.” He had done the unthinkable, something I couldn’t even begin to imagine. His head was buried deep between my legs, his tongue pushing into me in a way I never knew could bring so much pleasure. It rippled throughout my body, filling my bones and blinding me white.

This was bliss. But then when he sucked my clit into his mouth I screamed out again. My fingers dug into the mattress, and I bit my tongue, afraid I would break the moment. I pushed his head deeper into me, my legs wrapping around his back. Inside me something was building. I felt it pushing its way up, struggling to overwhelm me. My hips pumped against my father’s face. I needed this. Needed it more than I had ever needed anything before. We moved up and down together, our bodies joined. I was almost there, a little while longer and it would take me over. Just a bit more.

“Baby I need to be in you,” his voice was muffled, my pussy clamped around his head, and even with the pleasure mounting a wave of anxiety washed over me.

Yet my dad was already moving, pushing off and leaving me once again humping the air of his empty form. I wanted that climax, the crescendo I didn’t quite understand. I looked over my father, who stood before me in a state of disarray. His hair was unruly and coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Along his back little half moons marked across his skin, evidence of where my nails had dug in pleasure. Plump lips coated in my juices smiled down at me. But yet it was his eyes that captured me. They were alive, vibrant with life and emotion. I smiled up at him.

Seeing my smile he laughed, a deep laugh that comes from only a special type of happiness. “Look at us, as crazed as a couple of teenagers,” he laughed. For a fraction of a second I froze. That was the truth wasn’t it? For him this was just another sex session, but for me this was it: my first. It hardly seemed fair.

He was moving again, pushing down at his shorts franticly. As he slipped them down his hard cock sprung into view. I noticed then that he hadn’t been wearing any underwear, the thought lying heavily on my tongue. He had known I would say yes. He had come into my room knowing he would get what he wanted.

I was naked, lying on my bed, my wetness soaking into the bed beneath me. My dad, the man who had given me life, was here with me, undressed, his cock proudly out in front. The cock he wanted to put in me. The absurdity of the thought was more than enough to dwell on. I may not have known a lot about sex, but I knew you didn’t do it with family members.

I looked at him, his eyes, his chest, his smile. I looked lower and saw his cock. It was long and thick. I watched it twitch. The whole picture was wrong but if I took it in individually the whole thing was okay. My dad’s smile, the blush on his cheeks, the color of his skin. He looked alive. He looked happy. And in the back of my mind I reasoned with myself. If this is what it took to keep him happy, to keep my family together, then this is what would happen.

But just this once.

“Honey,” he was stroking his cock again, this time walking towards me. “Daddy’s got a big surprise for you.” He climbed onto the bed, scooting up on his knees until his cock was less than a foot from my entrance. Up and down his hand went, touching the tip, squeezing. “I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m going to fill you up.” He lowered his body, his hand that was pleasuring himself acted as a guide, leading him right up to the top of my pussy. It rested on my mound, big and hard. I gulped.

“Don’t worry,” he had slid up, so that his eyes were level with mine, his left hand propping him up on the bed, his right guiding it into me. I felt it push. Felt myself give way as it dug into my special place. The place I wasn’t supposed to let anyone touch. The place no one had ever touched.

“So warm,” he wasn’t speaking to me now, his eyes were closed, the tip of his cock filled me. I saw it disappear into my folds. It felt good. I looked up, into my father’s face. His eyes were open now and when he saw me staring at him our gazes locked. “Look at us baby,” he whispered, he bent down to plant a kiss on my forehead. “We’re fucking.”

Then there was pressure. Down there something was stretching and although I couldn’t explain it I knew it would only get worse. Fire filled me and I raised both my hands against his chest. It didn’t do anything, he easily withstood my pushes, his eyes trained on my face. With each push in the pain only increased exponentially. Suddenly I didn’t want any of this. The betrayal, the pain, the fucking.

“Dad,” I gasped out, feeling him push a little bit more inside. “It hurts, please, please stop!” I was pleading, begging for the pain to go away.

“Only a little more Chipmunk,” he comforted, his hand reaching toward my breast. “After this it won’t hurt anymore.” I saw his hips dive in a split second before I felt the pain. And oh boy there was definitely pain.

“AHHHH!!!” I screamed, my vagina throbbing and squeezing. I felt myself grow warm with blood, felt it dripping down onto the sheets.

“Oh baby, so tight.” My dad was tensed over me, only a fraction of his cock visible to my eyes. Most of him was in me, deep inside. My eyes met his again.

“Do something Dad,” I sputtered, desperate to make it stop.

Gently his hips began rocking. Back and forth, so that he wasn’t pulling out, merely moving inside me. The pain made me hiss but underlying that there was pleasure. I was full with him, so full I swear I felt him in my belly. Then he began moving out and I knew that he hadn’t lied. There was definite pleasure there.

“Honey you squeeze me so good.” In and out he was going, small thrusts that filled me up. “Oh I knew you’d be like this. So damn tight.” He sat up then, on his knees, spreading my legs apart. “Oh God baby this is it. Fucking heaven.” He pulled out once more this time all the way, my hole snapped shut but not long because he was in once again. Plunging in he took me, his cock hitting my bottom, scratching an itch I never knew I had.

In and out, his cock roughly taking me. The pleasure clouded my brain and I arched back into him. I needed more of this. I humped my hips, pushing him deep inside. I wanted all of him. My pussy squeezed at the sensations, feeling his meat scrape my walls.

“Ugghh,” I moaned, an unfamiliar feeling building like before. I knew it would crash over me. Be like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

“Yes honey, cum for daddy.” The pace increased and I moaned, spreading my legs wider, desperate for more. For the extreme pleasure my dad’s cock was giving me. Faster and faster, it was so good. Grinding into me he slammed my pussy, his thick rod making me lose control. We were fucking, his cock filling me so good.

“I have to pee Dad,” I yelled, suddenly aware of the tingling sensation in my loins.

“No baby that’s cumming,” his breath was ragged, his cock still moving. “You can do that. Let it go.” That was it, he gave one more thrust into me and suddenly I was lost, a flush of ecstasy rushing over my body. “DADDDYYY!!” I yelled, overcome with the power of it all.

“Oh gosh honey you’re gripping me so tight.” I was spasming over his prick, my pussy clamping down and liquid oozing from the very core of me. I was cumming on his pole, losing control from the joy of it all.

My dad was still moving, still reaching for his own release. “Take my cum you slut. Take it all like the whore you are. Letting your daddy take your virgin cunt. Oh, you’re such a fucking tease.” He rode me fast and hard through my orgasm, pounding into my sensitive pussy. His words cut through the fog in my mind, stinging me with the weight of it. He was taking me now. Forcing himself on me and taking me like I hadn’t been the one. Like I hadn’t given him permission to do this.

“I’m almost there.” I was uncomfortable, he was moving too fast. He was being too rough, my pussy began to hurt from how fast he was going. Slapping rhythmic sounds echoed throughout my room. His gaze locked with mine as he pushed my legs further apart. With me even more open to him he dove in deeper. “Here it comes Steph. Daddy’s going to cum. Oh you fucking slut. Oh god.” In and out he went, his gaze never leaving mine. “Yes. Oh yeah. Oh gosh fuck yeah, I’M CUMMING BABBBYY!!!” He yelled, taking one last plunge before a warm substance splashed against my walls. He was filling me up.

“Shit honey! Shit.” His arms gave out and his body fell to mine, his chest flat against my own. I could feel his cock squirt deep inside me. “I’m FUCKING CUMMING IN YOU!” He screamed, moving in and out as he rode out his orgasm. His face was contorted in pleasure, his body covered in sweat. His cum inside me felt warm and sticky and wonderful. He sought my mouth out for a kiss and our lips joined as he found release. His kiss was rough, as if I was his and he was taking from me what he was entitled.

As his orgasm gently faded he continued to rock into me. His dick going in and out, pushing his cum deeper inside what had previously been my virgin pussy. It was an odd sensation, to be filled with a man’s cum. To be filled with my father’s cum. A bit uncomfortable.

We stayed like that. Me under him. The only thing moving his semi-hard penis still burying itself in my pussy and marking me as his.

After a while my dad pushed off. As his cock slipped from my hole I felt his liquid begin to spill out with it. I arched my hips up, desperate to keep it in me to minimize the mess. I turned to look at my dad who was sitting on edge of the bed, his cock already oozing precum and fully hard. His head in his hands and a look of regret on his face.

I dropped my hips back down, letting his semen stain the sheets. Obviously a mess was the least of our problems. “What’s wrong Da…” I began, reaching over.

He turned towards me. “No Steph don’t. Stop baby.” His warm hand stopped me and I looked into his eyes, confused.

“I’m sorry honey. I’m sorry.” I moved closer towards him as drew my body to his, burying his face in my shoulder.

“Sorry for what?” I asked. Really that was a stupid question. There was so much to be sorry for. Sorry for the name calling, sorry for being so rough, sorry for taking his only daughter’s virginity.

I looked at him, expecting any one of the three. “I should’ve pulled out honey,” he confessed, his voice meek. “I’m so fucking stupid.” His words confused me. “You’re probably not going to get pregnant though,” he finished.

“Don’t worry hun,” he was kissing me now, little kisses along the edge of my nose. “I’ll be more careful next time.” His erection poked at my belly.

Next time. I froze again, just now realizing what kind of hell I had gotten myself into.

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“That was great.” We were both lying down on the floor, my ass leaking his liquid onto the carpet beneath me. He reached over and planted a kiss on my forehead. “You know you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had?” he soothed.

I nodded, he had told me so multiple times in our relationship. A lump of disgust formed in my throat. Even though I didn’t want to admit it he was the best I ever had too. I pushed myself up, grabbing my clothes in my hand. My legs were weak, my body still shuddering from the orgasm that had ripped through me. I may have succeeded in stifling my moans but I sure as hell hadn’t stopped the euphoria his cock put me in. I picked up my belt, walking with small steps towards the stairs. My knees buckled and my ass burned.

I walked into my room, my eyes falling to the bed. The flashback of our first time burned a hole in my mind. Months of this had done its toll. I had tried giving him what he wanted, had tried being with someone else, had tried separating myself from his presence. Nothing had worked. It was time for a new strategy. Time to bring out the big guns.

Public exposure.