1. A Reluctant Daughter


    Date: 2/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Reluctance, Written by women, Young, Author: dirtydiana18, Rating: 91.3, Source: sexstories.com

    I posted these stories before. I originally wrote them. They are dark and disturbing and the only reason I'm posting them again is because some assholes on other sites have been taking my work and winning awards. Let it be known that dirtydiana18 is the true author of this series, and also let it be known that the main character Steph is completely legal when everything goes down. “Honey, you in there,” he asked. Without waiting for a response he nudged the door open, taking a long look at me before plopping down on the foot of my bed. I tried not to make eye contact, opting to focus on my studies instead of engage in any sort of conversation. My dad really didn’t deserve it. Let me start off by saying my life by itself isn’t much. My room is normal. My door is painted a light blue like the walls of my bedroom. There’s a desk off to the right side, snugged up against the far right hand corner. My bed is adjacent next to the door, along with my nightstand. There are posters taped sparingly throughout the room. Posters of different celebrities, books, hobbies, whatever I liked. All in all I would call it the average teenage bedroom for the average teenage girl. 5”6, brown hair, eighteen years old, and hazel brown eyes are my attributes. My boobs are pretty big, a C verging on a D cup, but that’s about it. Boys at school definitely pay attention, but other than that I would say I’m pretty ordinary. Well, ordinary except for one thing: my father. I could feel the pressure in ...
    the room, listening as my dad began anxiously tapping his foot against the wood floor. I dropped my pencil and turned in my office chair to face him. What did he want this time? “Good baby. Now you’re paying attention.” Without missing a beat he stood up and began undressing. He pulled off his shirt, rather quickly for a man of his size. 47 years old, 5’11, 220lbs; and unlike other fathers, my dad wasn’t fat. He was fit and lean. The grey hairs on his head came from experience, not stress. The smile lines on his face, rather than depict age, reminded everyone that he was the head of a happy, healthy, American family. He was on the community watch board, coached little league baseball teams for fun, and volunteered at the local fire station. My dad was everything and more. And by more I mean more. By the time I could shake out of my daydream he had gotten totally naked. Standing in his daughter’s bedroom at three in the afternoon without a stitch of clothes on and the goofiest look on his face. I looked down at his cock. All nine inches of it stood proud and erect. I knew that cock better than anyone else; probably even better than mom. It was the cock that made me and the cock that fucked me. “Dad,” I began, growing a bit perturbed by the whole scenario. We didn’t screw in the daylight. No, the things we did were better left in the dark. That’s how it had always been. All this time we had been together we had never once fucked with the sun up. Seeing my dad naked in the light ...
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