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Crawling back into my father’s bed
didn’t seem an option at the time. I kinda felt I’d gone too far, that last week of summer. Yet I still longed for his touch.
We weren’t very physical at the time. We did not hug or kiss. I don’t think we ever touched unless accidentally.

This is what I decided to change. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me.
I hugged him too, when he did something for me, when I’d done something that made him proud or just because.
He did not say anything about this either, except that I ‘seemed happier’ those days. Perhaps I was, but he was mixing up cause and effect.
Just hugs and kisses weren’t enough though.
One night, several months after that last week of summer, my dad was watching sports from the sofa. I was wearing black panties beneath a too large t-shirt, they were lace and covered only a small part of my backside.
I approached him. He was sitting in the corner, leaning back with one arm on the arm-rest. I sat down sideways on his lap, using his arm as back-support.
“What are you doing?” He asked me, not taking his eyes off the TV.
“Sitting on your lap.” I replied cheekily.
“I noticed.” He replied. “Why?”
“I remember sitting on your lap all the time when I was little. I wanted to see if I could still fit.” I explained.
My dad grunted. Probably thinking that I would get bored of it soon enough, he let me be.
He had one hand behind my back and the other was holding the remote. I knew he wouldn’t use that as long as the game was on. He was holding it to keep his hand occupied, not knowing what else to do with it while I sat on his lap.
I leaned to the side, resting my head against his chest. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it was all I’d be getting for now.
It was enough.
The next time I did it, I waited again until he was watching something that interested him enough to stay seated even while I crawled into his lap.
I made sure he did not have the remote nearby, so he had no choice but to place his hand somewhere on me. He chose my knee.
I had turned a bit more this time, placing my back against his chest. This way I could see the TV as well. I was not very interested in what he was watching, but it was better than the uncomfortable position of before.
“Are you afraid to touch me?” I asked him.
I felt his muscles tense up and realized my question might’ve sounded a bit naughtier than I had intended.
“We use to cuddle all the time and you never kiss or hug me any more.” I explained, trying to make it sound more innocent. “Even when I was naughty, at least you’d still spank me.”
What I said was true though, those past few weeks, all those interactions had been initiated by me, not him.
“Well, once you became a teenager, you made it quite clear to me that you didn’t like hugs and kisses anymore.” My dad explained. “Though if you’re naughty enough, I might still spank you.” He teased.
I blushed. “Well, I’m not a stupid teenager anymore. I’d like my hugs and kisses back if that’s okay.”
He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me closer. “More hugs for my little girl. Got it!” He said. I wonder if he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that shirt.
When he let go he did not place his hand back on my knee, but on my upper leg. His thumb rested intimately on my thigh.
As the days passed through autumn and into winter, he kept word and hugged and kissed me more every day. Once, he even smacked my bottom as I passed him on the way to the kitchen, warning me to do my chores, as the dishes were piling up.
When I sat on his lap, his touch inched ever closer, until his warm hand covered the soft skin of my inner thigh and his thumb brushed the edge of my panties.
His other arm he wrapped around me, lower when I was wearing a bra but no t-shirt; but when my bare breasts were hidden behind a bulky shirt, he got high enough so that I could feel his arm brush up against them.
Feeling bolder than usual one night, I took his hand and placed it on the mound above my pussy. Just the fabric of my panties separating us.
“Why don’t you place it there?” I asked him.
He pulled his hand back in surprise. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He said.
I blushed, he must’ve thought I was upset for how close he had placed his hand. “It’s okay.” I said. “It was a suggestion.”
He did not place his hand back on my leg. “That’s a bit too intimate, don’t you think?”
“What makes this…” I took his hand and placed it back on my crotch. “more intimate than this?” I placed his hand on my knee, where it had started weeks ago.
“That part of your body is just more intimate.” He protested.
“I’ve seen pictures were you were holding me as a babe and you carried me with your hand there.” I replied. “When did it become too intimate? It hasn’t changed much, except for some hair.”
I placed his hand back on my mound.
“When you touch me there, Im not aroused or excited. I feel loved and protected.” I explained.
He did not remove his hand again, but let it rest where I put it. I don’t know if he believed my lies, for I was certainly aroused to feel his hand between my legs and his fingers on my lips.
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It was a normal Friday and I had just came home from School. My parents weren’t home yet, as they were working, so it was just me and my dog Milo. As usual, Milo jumped at me excitedly as I came through the door, which I wouldn’t of minded if he wasn’t so big! He could’ve easily knocked me over if I wasn’t leaning against the door.
I started to walk up the stairs and he came up behind me and dug his face in my ass to get a sniff. I pushed him away instantly, but I won’t lie the pressure and warmth did feel really nice. I eventually got to my bedroom and shut the door, so that he couldn’t come in. I dropped my bag on the floor and flung my shoes across the room, before flopping onto the bed. I pulled my phone out and start looking through Instagram, as I usually would, but I couldn’t get that feeling of Milo out of my head. Just thinking about it was turning me on. I tried to keep looking at my phone, but just imagining what would’ve happened if I didn’t stop him was distracting me. I had to do something about it.
I switched my phone to the Safari app and started searching the internet for sex stories. My internet blocked any porn I tried to find, so this was the next best thing. I eventually found a website about beastiality stories and started looking through the different titles and descriptions. One of them stood out to me. It was about a girl getting raped by her dog and it really turned me on and I had to relieve myself.
I didn’t have any sex toys, considering I was only young, and touching myself didn’t really get me off, so I tend to rub my clit against something until I orgasm. I can’t complain. I picked the corner of my vanity for this “session”, so I placed my phone on it facing me and positioned my slit on the corner of the vanity. As I read the story, I imagined the scene and it happening to me and I humped away until I orgasmed. Usually I have to wait a while to calm my body down, but I was still ready for me. The only bad part was: my clit was sore and if I humped my vanity any more it would start to hurt. That’s when I heard Milo whining outside my door.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do exactly, but I opened the door and let him in. He got excited and started sniffing me all over again, but the scent of my pussy must have been strong because after a few seconds he buried his head into my crotch and I felt him lick me. That feeling of his rough tongue against my pussy through my leggings was amazing and I needed more. I lay back down on my bed, spread my legs and allowed him to do his thing. Although it was nice, it was getting blocked by the material of my leggings. My parents wouldn’t be home for at least another 30 minutes, so I thought why don’t I just take them off.
I removed my leggings and spread my legs again, with only my panties on this time. It took a minute or so for Milo to realise I was inviting him back, before he stuck his face in all over again. I let the licking continue for another few minutes, but I needed- no I craved more. I removed my panties and that’s when the real fun started. I was pleasantly surprised when his tongue entered my vagina. I wasn’t expecting it, but oh I definitely wasn’t going to stop it. I put my hand on the back of his head and spread my legs even more.
After another few minutes I came and Milo licked all of my juices up. I couldn’t handle any more, so I closed my legs and ushered him out of the room. I quickly got into my pyjamas, a loose t-shirt and booty shorts, and sat back in bed before my parents came home.
A few hours later, my parents had came home, I had my dinner and I was chilling in bed. I couldn’t get that feeling of Milo licking my pussy out of my mind and I imagined what it would be like if I let him fuck me. I definitely wouldn’t be able to handle it, I could barely handle my orgasm from earlier. My mom came to tell me that she was heading out with her friends for a girls night out and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow. We said our goodbyes and I soon went to bed, while my dad stayed up and watched a movie downstairs.
It was the middle of the night and I was fast asleep and my dream soon turned from innocent to me imagining a dog fucking me while I was on all fours. This was most likely turning me on, as I was enjoying it so much in my dream. It started to feel like it was real and it felt like I was really being fucked. That’s because I was, sort of…
This feeling became stronger and stronger and I eventually started to wake up from it. As my eyes fluttered open slightly, I could see the figure of somebody in front of me. My eyes drifted down to see the outline of the arm near my leg, and I soon realised that they were burying their fingers deep within my pussy. I would have screamed or reacted, but I was enjoying it far too much, so I pretended to still be asleep. Would they eventually leave or stop? Why were they even fingering me in the first place? Who even was it? I eventually realised that my dad was the only other person in the house, so unless it was an intruder it was my dad who was fingering me. I had thought about and read about incest before, but I would never ever do it in real life. As my mind continued to question what was happening, I failed to realise that he had stopped fingering me and he was now pulling something out of his pants. He flipped me fully onto my back, spread my legs and pushed his dick inside of me. I was a virgin, so this was the first time I had ever had a cock inside of me, never mind one of this size. He must have been at least 7 inches long and he was pretty thick too.
He started to thrust slowly in and out of me, maybe trying not to wake me? I’m not going to lie, it felt fucking amazing, but this was my father and I couldn’t continue on. I fully opened my eyes this time and I put my hands on his shoulders to push him away, but I could feel myself beginning to climax so I ended up pulling him into me harder.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy” Is all I could muster in my half awake, half asleep state.
“Anything for you, Baby” He said huskily, before ramming his cock deep within me. I had never felt anything like it in my life, but I didn’t want it to stop.
“Not yet.” With that, he pulled out of me and stood up.
“What are you doing?! I was about to cum!” I yelled at him. He said nothing and grabbed my arms pulling me up off of the bed with him. He spun me around and pushed me against my vanity, so that my face and chest were flat against it and my ass was sticking out. I pushed himself against my ass cheeks and started rubbing himself up and down my slit, dry humping me. I started moaning louder than I had before and I was really enjoying what he was doing. After a minute or so, he circled the head of his cock around my pussy opening and pushed in. As he thrusted into me harder and harder, the table shook more and more banging into the wall. With the combination of all of that, I came harder than I ever had before and I screamed before my orgasm subsided. My dad continued for another few seconds before I felt him collapse onto my back, breathing heavily. He pulled out of me, put all of his clothes back on and walked out of the room. I was still leaning against the vanity for support because I knew my legs wouldn’t be able to support me if I stood up. I heard him grab his keys, open the front door and walk out. He got into his car and drove away, without saying a word. I guess that was the end of that…

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