Incest
2004-02-23
As Kylie lay against me that night, hands at her side, she made eye contact with me that betrayed the multitude of emotions I knew she was experiencing. Pleasure of course at the physical aspect – quite subconsciously, she was supporting her own breasts now as I gently sucked her beautiful nipples, and how hot was that to see? Concern – that inherently what she was doing was perhaps wrong. Betrayal to a degree – that the person she had always relied-on and trusted was maybe exploiting her child-like innocence. I also felt the love she had for me. I saw it all in those questioning pale blue eyes. I withdrew my mouth and held her hands. "Kylie," I said, "Sometimes we find ourselves in a situation we had never expected to be in. This is one such time. There isn’t a right or wrong to this one and frankly I can only be open and honest with you now. "She was sitting there looking just so innocent and angelic, I had to give her another kiss before continuing. "You see? That kiss tells me how much you love me – I can feel it. There is nothing "dirty" about this. I respect you not just as my daughter but as the beautiful young woman you’ve become. Please believe that I will never hurt you. If social etiquette dictates that I am not supposed to have these feelings, well too bad – I make no apology for them. "She smiled then and took my hand.
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"I know dad," she said. "And I trust you completely. Its my own feelings I’m not so sure about. " I liked the sound of that I have to admit, but elected to make no comment!Then absolutely to my amazement she put her arms around my neck and kissed me really passionately. Momentarily stunned, albeit most pleasantly, I took hold of her waist and eased her bottom around on my lap so that she was facing me, legs either side. I pulled her to me until her breasts were pressed up against my shirt and I could plainly feel her nipples still erect as ever. I lowered my lips to her neck just above her hairline and kissed her a little below her left ear. She squirmed and looked at me in that pleading way that girls do when they are aroused. "Oh dad…" she started to say, but I kissed her hard on the lips once again and with my right hand very gently began squeezing and fondling her left breast as before. Kylie’s eyes closed and I whispered to her how much I loved her. As we kissed, I let my hands follow the contours of her beautiful body – down her slim waist, across her hips and slipping my hands behind her, I cupped her bottom cheeks and held her tight against me. I knew she must surely feel my erection now but if she did, she made no acknowledgment of the fact. Holding her bottom like that was obviously arousing her further as she began to wriggle imperceptibly, breathe heavily and rub herself against my lower abdomen. I left my right hand where it was and withdrew my left. It was I figured, high-noon – nothing to lose.
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I put my hand down between her legs and just rubbed the front of her panties. Expecting an outpouring of protest, an exit stage right, or at the very least her dialling 911 with her spare hand, I was not prepared for nothing happening! She wriggled more between my kissing her but the harder the pressure I applied to the front of her panties…the more intense she kissed me. Using just my two fingers, I could feel the softness of her vaginal opening the whole way down. I knew she must be very wet by now but as yet it hadn’t penetrated the soft material. She pulled back her pretty head and with her hands on my shoulders just looked at me - all innocence. Retrieving my left hand from under her bottom I began to knead her right breast, giving her erect nipple the attention it so deserved. She watched my progress quite without interruption. My right hand meanwhile travelled due south as I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of her knickers. Reaching that which I sought, I felt the wetness now…as well as the heat. She started to say "No dad," but her heart really wasn’t in it. She knew it – I knew it. In a vertical movement I used all four fingers to caress the length of her wonderfully unexplored pussy (and I had no doubts as to that score!) She moaned and just gripped my shoulders. I felt her shudder with the full-on arousing experience it just had to be for her. She widened her legs and looked at me both lovingly and sexily. I caressed her pussy again…harder this time with one finger just barely separating the lips the entire descent.
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Pulling my hand out, I lowered it between her legs and just gently pushing the material to one side, I pushed a finger very carefully in between her labia but not to any great depth. She moaned again and whispered something that sounded like "Oh that’s so nice dad!" For a while I did no more than simply maintain a gentle in-out motion, all the time looking at her pretty face and kissing her lovingly. She was getting wet to the point of a tropical rainforest at this stage and yet I was thinking only of her youthful beauty, how wonderful she felt, how much I loved her and desired her…. and for all that I would have been absolutely content to go no further. In all honesty I think it was more at her urging and unspoken commitment that we’d gotten even this far!For a long time now…pretty much since Kylie had reached puberty and especially since her first period – she was quite a late-starter at 13, I, like myriad other fathers I suspect, absolutely dreaded the thought of her losing her virginity. Ostensibly to a boy such that all fathers remember with fearful reality they themselves once were. The image of your beautiful teenage daughter having some inexperienced cock-wielding scum-bag ramming it up her, is just too much to contemplate. So completely unfounded and unreasonable really…were not we that same very "inexperienced scumbag" at nineteen or twenty? I don’t recall placing too much emphasis myself on a father’s feelings at that age. Just running on instinct – if it moves and its in a skirt – you fuck it! If I could have my time over or even go back in time…I would apologise to every father whose worst nightmare I totally justified. In that regard, one might view having your own teenage daughter in years to come as karmic payback!I was becoming more adventurous, using two fingers now. Kylie was breathing heavier and quite obviously beginning to respond to my fingering, her hips moving rhythmically to my gently dextrous thrusting. I could feel the beginnings of resistance and knew I had reached the hymen.
Switching tactics, I used my thumb now to set up a vibratory pattern on her clitoris. She seemed embarrassed by the effect it was having and made as if to move my hand. I whispered "Its OK Kylie just let go and let me give you the benefit of my experience.
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Let me make you cum sweetie…just this once!"I think she was about to say "You shouldn’t be doing this dad" or something similar but fortunately I think I had her way too far down the track to even think about the nearest exit. Feeling her build-up to that orgasm was just an unrepeatable privilege. Her entire body stiffened as the final frontier neared and on sheer instinct her own hand dropped to her lap. As she was gripped by what was probably a series of seismic waves, she grasped my hand and held it hard against her pussy. My two fingers were still inside. I felt her cum and I kissed her as it flooded center stage. So sensitive was she down there seconds after, she could bear neither my fingers or her own in the proximity of her pussy. I just held her to me and hugged her. "That was the most beautiful moment of my life Kylie," I truthfully admitted, aware now how desperately needful I was of my own release. As if reading my thoughts she replied "Oh dad…. . and I’m the one has had all the pleasure!" I recall thinking then just how much I would like to have asked her to give me a blow-job but that I could not demean her thus…. even had she been agreeable. My erection was actually painful, being as it was, pretty much directly beneath her pussy. Kylie looked down and putting her hands at my zipper uttered to my total incredulity, "Can I get him out dad? I’ve never seen or touched one you know.
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" I think if I had tried to answer her I would have sounded like Barry Gibb midway through "Jive Talking" so I simply nodded…. . I’m sure I blushed too. As she unzipped me, it was my turn to gasp. She took hold of my erection…. . not too hard to find in that condition, and drew it out. The head was but inches from the front of her knickers, not that I believe she was even thinking along those lines. Simply the contact of her small hands with that most sensitive piece of equipment was achieving wonders both physiologically and emotionally. Whether by instinct – it definitely wouldn’t have been by experience – or by sheer good fortune, she began to slide her delicate hand along the shaft experimentally. I was obliged to tell her that if she kept that up, she could expect a resolution the like of which she definitely wasn’t prepared for. It seemed an opportune moment for me to tell her how I really felt about the whole virginal thing and how desperately unhappy such concepts had made me in the past. She heard me out (still patting and sliding the length of my erection) then asked "So what are you saying dad?"Really concentrating on her ministrations and feeling a confortable hive of inner activity starting up, I wasn’t sure quite how to answer her. "I wasn’t really making any particular point Kylie," I replied, "Just that I can’t bear the thought of you losing your virginity to some dickwad. "She looked at me, the cutest little expression on her face.
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"Do you want to make love to me dad?…. . is that what you’re trying to say?""Well, no its not what I was trying to say sweetie," I replied half-choking, "but yes, of course I would like to. I would be just so gentle and loving…something I don’t think you’re going to find in anyone under 25 …. . what am I saying…. 45! and your first time is really important. "She sat back a little on my lap, her little breasts jiggling as she did so. She seemed quite comfortable being topless in my presence now. I was even more comfortable! "Would it hurt dad?" she asked, like she had been giving the matter quite some thought. "Well this is where having a considerate and understanding partner comes in sweetie," I answered her. "Most girls say they feel some "pressure," some do bleed a little admittedly and many say they didn’t feel anything at all. Its like childbirth I suppose - everyone feels it differently. I know one thing though Kylie…if it was hurting you, I would stop – I could never bear to hurt you. "She sat there for a moment or two looking quizzically at me yet still keeping the most pleasant of sensations travelling the length of my erection.
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Then the words surely most every father dreams of hearing. "I want you to make love to me dad. I love you and I trust you and I want to give you my virginity, I don’t want you to take it. I’m not ovulating, so it’s a safe period dad. We can never do this again though…you know that don’t you?"Regrettably I had known this since that first spank but that was OK, it could only serve to make it more memorable. "Oh Kylie," I whispered, "I just love you so much, I don’t know what else I can say?" I lifted her from my lap – I doubt she weighs more than 52 or 53 kilos.
I carried her across to my bed and laid her on it. Before anything I figured that closing and locking the door might be a move borne out of common sense. Highly unlikely either Natalie or Jenna would be stirring, but why risk it?Returning to the bed I looked down at my daughter – as attractive a young girl as it is possible to envisage. Lying there expectantly in just her panties, she presented an image of such overwhelming desire that my heart was close to needing a pacemaker. I knelt on the bed and kissed her on the lips as she once again took hold of my erection. Slipping my thumbs beneath her waistband I pulled her panties down and met no resistance this time. She let me take them off and toss them on the floor. I just had to kneel there taking in her complete nudity and the utter perfection of her being. That beguiling triangle of curly dark brown hair literally took my breath away.
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I pulled her legs fractionally apart and felt her involuntarily stiffen. Leaning over her I kissed her hard on her tummy then lowered my lips to her beautiful mound and kissed it. She was wriggling her hips at this stage and breathing heavier than even before. It all seems so long ago now. Moving lower I kissed her gently on her pussy, feeling the wetness and smelling that scent of youthful femininity. It is to die for. I spread her legs wider now and knelt between them. Even if I were to die in the next thirty seconds I recall thinking, either through bad luck or divine intervention – its been well worth it to experience the last two minutes of this life. Little Kylie was watching my every move now, probably with a healthy degree of trepidation. I put two fingers at the opening of her pussy – she was very wet and jumped a little at my touch. As I placed the head of my erection right at the entrance, I saw her stiffen again and bent over to kiss her breasts and to just hold her hands above her head. I whispered to her that it would be OK and not to worry about my hurting her. While doing this I entered her and she gave a little gasp – partly of pleasure, partly apprehension and partly I suspect, her own desire. Took all the time in the world getting her used to having my cock inside her. Judging by her wetness it was definitely a case of "so far, so good!" She was moving her hips in time to my gentle thrusting as ultimately I came across the lowered boom-gates.
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Never having actually deflowered a virgin Kylie’s age (my wife was one, but at 20 pretty much all the hymen had crumbled to ruin, probably courtesy of my fingers…or even her own) I wasn’t sure whether the best approach was to use C4 and push through it on full power, or to just increase the pressure until entry was effected. I tested the waters by pushing in a little harder. Kylie clung to me and said "I can take it dad…keep going!" But seconds later I knew it was hurting her badly despite her braveness. "Please dad, I really want you to do it," she said, not far short of tears I suspected. Having in mind additionally that if I didn’t, someone else probably would with far less gentility too. Thus I pulled a pillow across and set it beneath her bottom, elevating her pussy, I also spread her legs more and positioned myself closer to her. This time I held both her arms, kissed her and pushed in with increasing pressure. She clung to me and I felt the hymen "give" marginally. Tears came to her pretty eyes and I knew I had to do it then or not at all. She gave a cry of what must have been real pain but I was through and I pushed deeply into her. The sudden awareness of what I was doing to my own daughter catalysed my emotions – I was functioning now purely on emergency over-ride and the need to fill her pussy to overflowing drove me to new levels of penetrative delight. For her, the pleasure obviously outweighed the pain after several seconds as she lost her "reluctance" and bore my full weight, drawing her knees up and thrusting upwards with her own hips. I knew it would be the greatest cum I had ever had and I wasn’t far wrong. It wasn’t a case of her screaming out "fuck me dad" or even me shouting "I’m coming," it was simply all over very quietly. She knew I was about to cum and she just whispered at that second "I love you daddy" as her vaginal muscles instinctively gripped my cock.
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Nothing at that second could have made me hotter. She gasped as I filled her and then I noticed a few tears forming. There had been some blood loss and I asked her had I hurt her badly? She just lay there with me on top of her and said not to worry it was all just very emotional for her but that she had loved it. I then simply pulled the covers over us and she slept with me that night fully naked. How many times must I have woken up during the night holding her in my arms and then just feeling the urge to suckle her gently until she stirred in her sleep? I must be honest, I made love to her again early the next morning before the others awoke. We did it on her knees, her tummy, with her knickers on (that one really scored big time), lying on top of me and even up against the wall once. I think I opened-up a can of worms with this option…had her borderline psychotic for a couple of minutes. I realise that these might appear to the reader to be activities sailing precariously close to the edge of what I suggested earlier were "crass sexual histrionics" but at the time it was unpremeditated togetherness - sheer magic. Putting aside the sexual delights however and never was there a more willing student - take my word for it, neither of us for one moment lost sight of the incorruptible bond of love we shared during the entire episode. I have never had an experience to match it, before or since. Exactly what her concentration levels were at school that day one can only surmise. With cum trickling out of her pussy for most of the morning I imagine, she must have been majorly distracted at times. Since that wondrous night, it has never happened again despite both inclination and opportunity. It never will either. Why? I’ll tell you why! Because there can never again be any need to.
It remains what it was when it was. The most loving of events whose memory would forever be sullied by its repetition. Kylie knows this and the only reminder of that night is that once in a while she kisses me on the lips in passing and simply whispers "I’ll always love you dad!"For my part, I can never again fret over time spent with any boyfriend. No lover or husband even, can take away from her that which she has already given to me. But Oh, how I look at little Jenna now and just wonder?.
