Incest

Aimlessly, I wandered home in the newborn night. The hour of eleven was approaching. I anticipated my father’s reaction seeing as I dared coming home so late. But then who was he? Who was I? I still did not know what “home” really is.
Home was always reaching the fake ideals and moralistic lies that your family had named “standards” and plastering a smile for all the world’s a fool. Now home was going to see “daddy” whereas I hadn’t thought of the word since my own was thought to be dead all these years, but newly found, newly discovered this man was my father. This man I awoke to every morning after his image burned itself in my mind after my naughty dreams where this image burned itself in the depths of my virginal arousals.
Opening the door with my key, I did not expect to find him waiting up for me. He was usually with Kittigoe on one of their “escapades” in their sick world of BDSM. I didn’t hate Kittigoe as she was often nice to me considering the circumstances; there was now another woman in her boyfriend’s life for his attention and yet she thought of me as her own “unwelcome” daughter. I was a burden to everyone I came in contact with. Ken didn’t seem to think so, but then again I didn’t seem to think he was my father either until I looked at him and saw those unmistakable resemblances.
There was Ken, “daddy”, waiting for me on the sofa clothed in darkness which accentuated his sexy looks all the more. “Good evening, Miki,” he said in that hollow tone, “What has been occupying us to lose track of time today?”
“It wasn’t father’s day, Ken, if that’s what you’re asking,” I threw back coolly. I hated him yet I loved him with my entire soul. He was the vision of manliness I longed for in my life to take me into some heavenly abyss for my curious pleasure and yet he plagued me with his genes and was my “father”.
In my own haste, I didn’t notice his advancement. He was only inches away from me, his eyes all the more hypnotic by the complimentary moon. He told me I was beautiful and ran his thumb along my cheek. I felt the contours of his with mine and kissed him on my own volition.
“Miki,” he ground out huskily, “This is wrong—stop.”
I continued to kiss him, feeling the familiar wetness between my legs as whenever he was around. Where I got this wanton courage from I did not know, but I continued to gingerly caress his cheek and let my tongue slip into his mouth. “Ken,” I purred, “It’s only wrong if you tell someone.”
He knew I was a virgin, he also knew I was his daughter, but that did not stop him from lowering me down on the sofa I once found him sitting on.
Bit by bit, we undressed each other until our clothes lay carelessly on the floor. I found myself cringe as he removed the flimsy fabric of my panties. I was cursed; cursed with the abnormality of swollen labia lips and yet he continued downward.
My legs, closed tight together in reluctance to this unfamiliar orgy, became hot as they widened to the oh so sweet oral movements of my father’s tongue. I relaxed; my once idle hands were now desperate to participate. Suddenly I was brought to the very peaks of my pleasure as his tongue played with mine as my mouth laid agape.
It was then he slid his finger inside me and it began its torturous movements; moving so slowly, so slowly… Again I was dumbfounded at my body’s reaction: my tits had become swollen to their peaks of delight anticipating their turn as his attentive hands began to bring me closer to ecstasy.
Beyond my clouded fervor, I felt his hard and impressive arousal. Excitement as well as more wanton urges filled me; when would he put it in? I felt all the more taken aback at my sudden voiced lust, “Put it in… I want it…” “Soon,” he mouthed; I did not know whether he indeed mouthed his reply or said it with his husky voice as I was too lost in my stage of ecstasy to comprehend.
Then, he positioned him atop I, as he slid a slick plastic over the head of his cock. I wanted to scream, I wanted to howl, I wanted to edge him on, I wanted to hold his firm ass and encourage his movements–I found myself doing the latter.
His body glistened in the moonlight that snuck its beams in through our sliding doors. We were on the chair, in the dark living room, about to fuck on the very sofa I heard his former girlfriend howl for him before but this was different. He was to remain silent, cool, and casually indifferent to the sex as he did so many times before with Kittigoe; now, he would enjoy the richness of my tightness with cries of ecstasy as would I.
His emotionless eyes were now transparent even in the darkness as I felt the tip of his head lower into me. “K-Ken…” I cried out. The blood, my blood, was bittersweet as I knew it would remain unnoticed in our already sanguine sofa; it flowed until it could flow no more and I felt myself drift away from the innocent virgin. My first climax came and with it came Ken’s hesitance to continue, and then I found myself voicing my distaste.
“No, Ken, don’t stop; finish it.” His contorted look was held between nobility and passion, my legs tightened around his hips confirming my ideas of his still hard arousal. Our night was endless. The sex was electrifying. He pulled in and out for what seemed like an eternity then finally, I could hold it in no more… Slowly I was reaching my release as he was too. It was harder, harder, harder, until… “KEN!”
Wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy washed over her as I lay still, with our breaths in rhythmic unison. I let out a cry of disappointment as he eased his dick out, but found the feeling of his arms encircling me more satisfying. He whispered I was beautiful into my hair and told me he loved me; I could form no utterance of my gratitude for such pleasure as I found myself drifting helplessly into a deep sleep.

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