“So, did you meet him?”
I looked up from my newspaper to find Cousin Alice sitting across from me. It was five o’clock and everyone was relaxing, waiting for dinner.
“You heard all of it last night, didn’t you?” I said glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.
“Yeah,” she said, and giggled girlishly. Alice was a few years older than me but she had always behaved like such a child. “I watched. Hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t know if I do or not,” I said gravely, “but it hardly matters I guess.”
“So – did you meet him?” she asked, much too excited for something that had nothing to do with her.
I hesitated but then figured it couldn’t hurt to tell her. She knew the worst of it anyway.
“Yes, I met him,” I said.
Her overly-happy grin slowly melted away. “You weren’t happy?”
I looked at her for a moment, wondering if I should trust her with everything. She was so flighty. On the other hand, she had kept some kind of shared secret with him for a while without letting on so I supposed to she could be trusted on this subject.
“You know, at first I was,” I said. “I was so flattered that a man like him would consider me for a lover.”
“So what’s the matter?”
“Alice, come on! This is not normal!”
“Since when have you cared about what’s normal?” she asked, sounding more mature than ever. “You two have always been so close. I’m honestly surprised it took him this long to take this step.”
“You’re right. We have always been very close. I’ve had a few boyfriends accuse me of fucking him.”
“He was my first,” Alice whispered, glancing around as well. “Right here at the family reunion years ago. I was in the pool house by myself. Daddy had just yelled at me for doing something stupid and Uncle Danny came in to see if I was all right.”
“I remember that,” I said, my eyes going wide. Alice had been very young at the time.
“I can see what you’re thinking,” she said, smiling widely, “but don’t. I was young but it wasn’t rape or coercion. I wanted it. It was me who sat in his lap, me who kissed him. It was innocent at first but when he touched my breasts – I had just gotten my first full size bra – I just couldn’t wait to lie back and let him have me.”
“Wow,” I whispered, staring at Alice. “Have you and he done it recently?”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “We’ve been doing it for years, whenever we have the chance. I suppose he’ll want you more than me, though. You’ve always been his favorite.”
I looked down, trying to hide my blush. No matter how disturbed I was by all of this I still loved hearing that.
“Speak of the devil,” Alice said, her eyes gazing at something behind me.
“Good morning,” the ‘devil’ said, joining us at our little table. I noticed that he sat considerably further away from me than usual. “Two of my favorite ladies here together. What kind of dark secrets are you two sharing?”
“I’ve told her about us,” Alice whispered, winking at him.
“Good,” he said. “No secrets among us, right?”
“Really?” Alice said, staring intently at my most recent lover and it was then that I remembered him mentioning fucking someone else while Alice was in the room. Alice had two younger sisters.
“Janey and Alicia?” I whispered, looking at him.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Their mother flat out told me they would never join the family tradition.”
“Aunt Julia, then.”
“Mm-hm,” he said, nodding his head.
“You are so awful,” I whispered, not sure I should be saying this. We had always shared everything but outright hostility was not something I had ever dared. “She’s your sister!”
He narrowed his eyes and I looked down, suddenly afraid. The last time I had seen him angry with me was when I was thirteen and refused to stop dating the older boy down the street.
“I thought you were going to try to understand,” he said softly.
“I don’t know if I can,” I said, shaking my head, but unable to meet his eye.
“Give her time, Uncle Danny,” Alice said softly. From the corner of my eye I saw her hand rest on his knee and I hated the flare of jealousy I felt in my chest. Was I just as awful as he?
“I will,” he said. “What else can I do?”
He stood and said, “I’m going to talk to your Uncle Larry about that stock acquisition. Katrina – we’ll talk after dinner.”
“Yes, sir,” I almost whispered.
“Dammit,” he hissed. “You haven’t called me that since you were thirteen. Don’t start again now.”
I looked up at him, trying not to glare and managed, “Yes, Daddy.”
Dinner was difficult. Daddy sat next to me – like he always had – but tonight I was nervous as a cat. I was overly conscience of how close we were, and then afraid I was leaning away and making my discomfort obvious.
I was even more disturbed by the fact that the discomfort was arousing me. I couldn’t stop thinking about the intimate moments we shared the day before. How his large hands felt on my breasts, how his thick cock felt in my cunt. Or how it felt to be held so close against his chest as his hands caressed me.
Somehow I made it through dinner. As we all stood to leave the table he leaned toward me and softly said, “I still have some talking to do with Larry. Meet me in my room in the pool house at 9:30. All right?”
He turned away from me and I could sense his anger. I watched his back and he left wondering if it would ever be the same between us. Or if I wanted it to be the same.
I politely declined the invitation to join the card game Alice and my other cousins were setting up and instead walked slowly to my room. I lay on the bed, letting myself remember the events of the past day detail, trying to figure out how I truly felt about this. First, I drifted back to what happened in the greenhouse….
When I first saw him in that greenhouse I had immediately smiled, my heart delighted that my father could want me as his lover. I had always been jealous of the women he dated, had always gotten between them.
But when he smiled back and reached for me, I had suddenly felt terrified.
“Oh my god, what have we done!” I cried, moving my hands to my face, taking a step back.
“Calm down, Katrina,” he said gently, grasping both of my hands in his, pulling them off of my cheeks. “We’ve done nothing to be ashamed of.”
“You’re my father – and I let you fuck me!”
“You didn’t know it was me,” he said. “I seduced you in disguise. If you think a man fucking his daughter, who he has adored since the day she was born and watched grow into an intelligent, witty, beautiful woman is wrong then put the blame on me. You did nothing wrong.”
“Oh Daddy, I’m so confused,” I whispered, pulling my hands away so that I could turn away from him.
“I’m sure you are,” he said. “And if you don’t want to talk to me for a while I’ll understand. But I hope we will talk about it, Katrina.”
“Oh Daddy, I’m not going to stop talking to you,” I said, turning back around, realizing that turning my back to him must have hurt him dearly. “I still love you – even more now, actually – I just, I mean…it’s a bit of a shock, that’s all. You understand that, right?”
“Of course I do,” he said, and cupped my cheek in his hand. I shook my head and stepped back, refusing his touch. He sighed deeply and continued. “I had just hoped that it would be a good shock. Maybe something you’ve always wanted, deep down inside. We’ve always been so close.”
“I know we have,” I said, looking down at the ground. Had I sent him inappropriate signals over the years?
“Don’t look like that,” he said, reaching out to me again, but lowering his arm before he touched me. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’ve done.”
“How can you say that?” I cried, looking up at him. “You’re my father and we have had sex. Fathers and daughters are not supposed to be lovers!”
“So says society,” he said. “But I don’t care what society says. I love you, I’m attracted to you, and I would never hurt you. Why deny myself the carnal knowledge of my daughter if she’s attracted to me as well? And I’m pretty sure that you are, Katrina.”
“It’s just so…so…naughty!”
He smiled then which surprised me. “Interesting that you didn’t say disgusting, Katrina.”
I closed my eyes, feeling slightly defeated. “I’m not disgusted, Daddy. I’m just so scared.”
“What everyone will think.”
“It’s not like I planned to announce it at dinner tonight,” he said, sounding impatient. “It would need to be a secret.”
“If it has to stay a secret, how can it be right?”
“You know as well as I do that there are many secrets kept that aren’t necessarily protecting anything wrong. People in general just wouldn’t understand.”
“I’m not good at keeping secrets, Daddy, you know that. I don’t think I can do this.”
“If that’s your decision I understand,” he said. “But don’t deny yourself what you want – if it is what you want – just because society’s narrow-mindedness says it’s wrong. Once upon a time society said that blacks and whites shouldn’t marry.”
“You – you don’t want to marry me, do you?”
“No,” he said, smiling gently. “You know me. Your mother was the love of my life and no one else will ever take her place.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. Of her I had no jealousy.
“I’ll leave you alone for the day,” he said. “Let you think a little. We’ll talk tonight after dinner and see how you feel. If you need even more time to come to terms with it, we’ll discuss how we’ll handle it then.”
“All right,” I said.
“I love you, Daughter,” he said and I didn’t pull away when he ran a finger down my cheek.
“I love you too, Daddy.”
At 9:20 I got out of bed and leisurely walked to the pool house. It had just gotten completely dark but the large yard was lit with torches, white Christmas lights and citronella candles. Most of the family was in the yard playing cards, talking and a few were in the pool. The last made me nervous but no one noticed as I slipped into the pool house and knocked softly on my father’s door.
“Come in,” I heard his deep voice call and I obeyed.
The pool house was really a separate building with three units equipped with their own full bathroom and small kitchen. Great-great-grandpa Edward had invested wisely and taught his sons and daughters how to do the same.
“Hello, Daddy,” I said. He was sitting at the little table in the kitchen, sipping Scotch from a tumbler. He was dressed for bed in his boxers and his robe and nothing else. He seemed completely at ease and I envied him and resented him for it.
“Hello, Katrina. Sit down. Do you want something to drink?”
“Yes, my usual,” I said, sitting as he stood to make my simple rum and soda.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Better,” I said.
“Have you been thinking about all of this?”
“How can I not?” I said, a bit resentfully.
“We can just pretend it never happened, you know,” he said, sounding defeated.
“No we can’t,” I said softly, all anger out of my voice. “And really, Daddy, I don’t want to.”
“What do you mean by that?” he asked.
“I’ve gone over what’s happened in my mind over and over and each time I relive it, the less strange it feels to me. What you said earlier was true – we have always been closer than most fathers and daughters and I have always loved that about us.”
“So have I,” he said, handing me my drink. I took a sip as he sat down across from me.
“When you dated other women after Momma died, you know that I hated it, don’t you?”
“Yes, I knew,” he said, smiling. “I probably should have told you I never planned to re-marry.”
“I wish you had,” I said with a laugh. “My youth would have been much more relaxed.”
“To tell you the truth, I loved that you were jealous.”
“It’s just so strange. When I was a little girl and after Momma died, I wanted to be your girlfriend. I thought I was for so long.”
“I would never have touched you until you were old enough to make an informed choice. Unfortunately, that was when you were dating that little shit down the street.”
I laughed. He had never liked that boy. I had never understood why until now.
“I hated that he took your virginity and not me.”
“He didn’t,” I said, looking up at him. “That didn’t happen until college.”
“Don’t lie,” he grinned, taking a sip of his drink.
I raised my hand. “Honest. The farthest he got was groping me over my blouse.”
“Not even under the bra?” he said, sounding a little stunned.
“Huh. Poor kid. I was very hard on him.”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling slightly.
We remained quiet for a bit, nursing our drinks, until he broke the silence with, “What do you have to say to me, Katrina?”
I stared into my empty tumbler for a moment then said, “I’d like to stay here with you tonight.”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“But,” I said, looking up at him quickly and his smiled faltered. “I don’t necessarily want to repeat last night’s events.”
“If you can’t say ‘have sex’ or ‘fuck’ then maybe you should just go back to your own room.”
“You’re being impatient again,” I said, growing slightly angry. “When I think about us…having sex, I become very aroused. It’s not disgusting me. Quite the opposite, actually. However, I don’t want to just do it because I’m afraid a part of me is jumping at the chance just to please you.”
“That makes sense,” he said nodding.
“So, we’ll share your bed tonight. We’ll cuddle, we’ll kiss and we’ll see what happens.”
“Want another drink before bed?” he asked, nodding toward my glass.
I drank the second one quickly, giving myself a slight buzz. I hadn’t brought any night clothes with me so as he used the bathroom I stripped down to my panties and t-shirt and crawled into bed. I called Alice’s room and let her know where I was. I hung up just as Daddy left the bathroom. He turned off the lights, leaving the suite almost pitch black.
I said nothing as he crawled into bed. I said nothing when I felt his hand on my waist.
“Come here,” he whispered, his voice heavy. I said nothing as I obeyed, wrapping my arm about him.
He kissed me gently on the cheek as he pulled my body against his. His hand covered my lower back, sliding up beneath my t-shirt. His hand was large and warm against my skin.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, and then kissed my lips, lingering slightly, as if testing how I would react.
My stomach was nervous, but it was an excited nervous, so I leaned toward him, pressing my lips against his. After several more kisses, each lingering longer, he finally parted my lips with his tongue.
I whined slightly but didn’t pull away as my father kissed me deeply. His hand had left my lower back and was now on the back of my head, his fingers sinking into my hair. He made soft grunts of contentment as his tongue explored my mouth.
I was already burning between my legs and I knew desiring my father’s body was not going to be a problem.
I wrapped my arms around him, running my hands over his naked back, clutching at his flesh. When I slid one down to grasp his ass, I broke our kiss with a gasp.
“You’re naked!” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he rasped, trying to kiss me again.
“But I said-”
“I sleep in the nude, daughter. Always have, always will.”
“I – I want to fuck you tonight.”
“I was hoping so.”
“Turn on the light.”
He hesitated. “All right. Any particular reason why?”
“Yes. Right now, I am so turned on I think I’ll come the second you brush against my pussy. But in the dark, my mind can pretend you’re someone else. If this is going to happen, if we’re going to be lovers, I want my mind to know exactly who’s on top of me. The next time you slide your cock inside of me, Daddy, I want to be looking right into your eyes.”
“Jesus, Katrina, I’m going to come right now if you keep talking like this.”
“Turn on the light, Daddy.”
He let go of me and seconds later the bedside lamp was on, giving off a warm glow of light. When he turned back to me, I was sitting up, pulling my t-shirt over my head.
He made a lewd sound of desire and before I could even take a breath, I was on my back with half of my left breast in his mouth.
“Oh Daddy!” I cried softly as he suckled at my nipple, as his hand kneaded my other breast, as his thumb rubbed the second nipple. “Oh yes!”
“Call me nothing but Daddy,” he whispered around my flesh.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered weakly. “Oh my god, your tongue…”
He only chuckled and continued to use his tongue on my nipples. I practically cooed when his hand slid into my panties. His fingers slid between my wet pussy lips and quickly found my sensitive clit.
I writhed beneath him as he manipulated my nipples and my clit and in mere moments I cried out softly in climax.
“Oh, that’s it,” he whispered, watching my face as it clenched in pleasure. “Come for your daddy, little girl. Come on his fingers.”
“Mmm,” I said softly, closing my eyes as my head fell to the side. His fingers were so good.
I lay there, enjoying the buzz of my first orgasm of the night, and said nothing as he tugged my panties down my legs. He pushed my legs apart and moved over me.
I opened my eyes. They widened when he quite suddenly placed his cock against my pussy and pushed.
Our eyes locked as he slid inside of me. I grasped his hips and then slid my hands around to grasp his firm ass.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I whispered. “Fuck me hard and make me your lover.”
He grinned, propped himself up on his hands, and said, “Yes.”
He pulled back and then pushed himself back in, hard, holding himself as deep as he could. My mouth opened wide and my eyes closed, but I opened them again quickly when he pulled back again. He did this several times, slowly, until he finally started thrusting at a regular, even tempo that was neither fast nor slow.
“Do you like this, baby girl?” he whispered as he fucked me. “Do you like having your Daddy’s cock inside you, fucking you like the woman you are?”
“Oh my god, yes!” I cried. “Yes, Daddy, yes! Fuck me!”
“Sshhh,” he said, but couldn’t stop smiling. “Be careful or you’ll have your Uncle in here wanting some action, too.”
“Oh god,” I whispered, and moved my legs up and around him. I had let my mind imagine my Uncle Lester on top of me and it hadn’t been unpleasant.
“Jesus, Katrina, your pussy is so good, I’m afraid I won’t last long this time.”
“It’s all right, Daddy, I’m about to come again already anyway.”
“You do like Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
“I love my Daddy’s cock,” I groaned and then came, bucking slightly beneath him.
This caused him to come and I moaned again as he shot off inside of me. He stayed propped above me, shuddering as he finished coming, and then he softly lay on top of me, breathing heavily. I simply held him, running my hands over his back. I kept my legs wrapped tight around him.
“You are an amazing fuck,” he whispered. “God, I wish we had started sooner.” His eyes drifted down to my breasts and I smiled when his hand folded over one. “I’ve wanted to touch these ever since you had your first bra.”
“Why did you wait so long?” I asked, thinking about Alice.
“Like I said earlier – I didn’t want to move too fast. And you kept getting new boyfriends. I never really had a window to try.”
“You were my father – you didn’t need a window.”
“If I had known that then…”
I closed my eyes as he lowered his head. He rubbed his cheek against my breasts and then moved his lips onto a nipple, sucking gently.
“Oh Daddy,” I whispered. “You make me feel so good.”
“Oh, the feeling is mutual, my daughter,” he said roughly.
Daddy apparently had amazing stamina because I could feel his cock hardening against my thigh already.
I pushed on his shoulders and he gave no resistance, moving onto his back as I straddled him. I slid down his shaft, moaning softly, and then proceeded to ride him, leaning over so I could watch his face. He was no longer an anonymous fuck in the night. He was my Daddy, and only he could make me feel this good.
“When did you first fuck her?” I rasped.
“W-who?” he whispered, thrusting up in time with my quick bounces.
“The Aunt you mentioned yesterday – the one who brought you into the family tradition.”
“Jesus, baby, your cunt is so good,” he groaned, grasping my ass firmly with both hands. But he wasn’t avoiding the question. “I was a junior in high school. She was taking care of us while Mom was away for a business trip. Came home early. Walked in on her getting out of the shower. She forgot to lock the door.”
I smiled. Daddy was usually such an eloquent speaker. Fucking me was making him common.
“And what about Aunt Juila? When did that happen?”
“Same week, actually. She caught me with Aunt Janice and I had to convince her not to tell.” He groaned as I lay on top of him, pressing my breasts against his chest. He clutched me tight and thrust his hips up, pressing his cock deep inside of me, fast and hard for several seconds until he stopped and let me take over again.
“You convinced her by fucking her?” I whispered.
“Let’s just say it was a long seduction,” he whispered back and I groaned deeply, almost wishing I had fought him just a bit more the night before. “But I have never raped anyone. I promise you.”
“I know,” I said and it was then that I started crying out softly. He moved his head so that he could kiss the top of my breast. I pulled back and with one hand lifted my tit so that he could suckle at my nipple. I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from yelling too loudly and he chuckled as I came, bucking in his lap.
The chuckles quickly turned into moans and I sighed deeply, still thrusting, as he came inside of me.
We lay on the bed, tangled together and after catching our breath he pulled me close from behind, pressing against my back.
“Are we lovers, baby doll? Can I call you one of mine?”
“Yes. I’m one of yours. How many of us in the family are there?”
“At the moment, five.”
I hesitated and then whispered, “Did Mom know?”
“Yes, she knew.”
“Did she mind?”
“Not at all. She had her collection as well.”
The last two days of the family reunion were bliss. Daddy and I sneaked off to fool around as often as possible. It wasn’t always fucking. Sometimes it was just petting or oral sex. The first time Daddy’s cock slid into my mouth I almost came without even touching myself.
We were the last to leave and he pulled me close to hug me, telling me he’d be seeing me soon, that he had business meetings in Chicago all the time. When he pulled back he kissed me on the lips, lingering. I wrapped my arms about his neck and pulled him back, parting his lips with my tongue. He groaned softly and held me as tight as possible, kissing his baby girl deeply as his hands slid over my body.
“Dammit,” he whispered when we finally broke it. “I still haven’t had enough of you.”
“I’ll never have enough of you, Daddy,” I whispered, smiling at him mischievously. He just chuckled as I walked away.
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