1. A Reluctant Daughter 2


    Date: 2/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cheating, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Reluctance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Author: dirtydiana18, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

    would make me feel equally as great. I couldn’t do this to him. As much as I wanted to do him, to prove to my dad I could fuck who I wanted when I wanted, I couldn’t bring Ricky into my lies. He may have been a high school player but he was innocent too. A high school boy didn’t need to get his heart broken by a girl who knew way too much about sex for her own good. I wouldn’t turn him into the monster my dad had turned me into. He didn’t deserve it. The ride home was uneventful. Ricky kept asking me what was wrong, surprised that I had made us leave his apartment without even getting mine. There was worry laced in his words, a fact that made me feel even more guilty. “Was it that I made you swallow?” he asked. I laughed, because of all things to make me upset swallowing was furthest from my mind. “No, Ricky,” I said. “I just don’t want to do it. I’m kind of tired and I want to go home.” The rest of the ride was filled with tension I knew had been placed there by me. When Ricky tried to reassuringly grasp my hand while driving I jumped away from him, more out of instinct than thought. My dad had always done that. When it was just me and him, when Mom was out of town for work, he would pick me up from school and reach over to grab my hand. It was his way of telling me that we would have loud and unrestrained sex later that night. It was his way of showing his excitement for what was to come. “Just tell me Stephanie. Did I do something wrong?” We were pulling into my driveway. ...
    “No babe,” I assured, squeezing his shoulders supportingly. “But you may be dead if you don’t get out of here right now. My mom finally told my dad we’re going out and if he sees you he’ll kill you.” The look on Ricky’s face told me all I needed to know. He was scared of my father, probably afraid that he would stop me from seeing him. He had no idea that in the issue of sex my dad was his competition. I waved goodbye, fishing out my keys and opening the front door. I carefully placed my bag down and hung my coat in the closet. I didn’t need to turn around to know what I would see. It was midnight but I knew my dad was up and sitting behind me in his love seat. I cautiously turned around, taking my time and cringing at what I saw behind my dad’s eyes. Anger, hurt, confusion, and jealousy. A whole lot of jealousy. “Steph,” he stood up, walking up to me and gently nudging me against the front door. “Did you let that boy touch you?” Of all the things my dad could have said at this moment it was those words that broke into me the most. Did he care about anything but sex? My dad, taking my lack of a response as a bad sign, shoved his lips against mine, his hands roaming over my body without restraint. His grasp hurt, and the fire in his kiss alluded that there would be more to come tonight. He wanted my body and as his underage lover I was obliged to give it to him. “Did you let him fuck you baby,” he asked, tugging my shirt off and squeezing my breasts through my bra. I squirmed ...
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