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Father Daughter Incest Complete Series, by Jezebel Rose

Here I was dropping my wife Sara at the airport again. She traveled a lot for business, and this time she would be gone almost two weeks. Our family got used to it, but it sure put a crimp in our sex life. Sara smiled at me and then said:

“Maybe you should try to give Kim a little extra attention this week. Since she and Brad broke up, she is not herself. She has just been moping around the house, doing nothing. Maybe take her out to dinner and shopping at the mall or something.” Kim was our 18-year-old daughter, a senior in high school. She and her ex-boyfriend Brad broke up about a month ago, and she has not seemed herself since. She spent a lot of time alone in her room lately, and she got a dramatic new haircut in the last few weeks, cutting off her beautiful long blond hair, leaving a boyish cut that barely reached her neck. We wondered if that was a good sign or a bad one.

“Hon, it’s been a long time since she wanted to be seen with ‘Dad’ at the mall, but I’ll try to find the ‘or something’ to cheer her up.”

I dropped off Sara with a kiss and drove home. My mind drifted from thinking about my wife Sara to my daughter Kim, to my youth, my college years in particular: the dorms, the social life, and the girls… I especially thought about one of my old college girlfriends, Penny. Man, she was a wild one. We once spent 3 days in bed having marathon sex with nothing but a couple of bottles of wine and some fresh fruit to keep us going (and we consumed most of the wine by licking it off each other’s bodies). She had such a young looking body: bright eyes, neck length hair, and a very petite, slender body: 5ft 2 or so, a flat stomach, thin legs, a tight little butt, and small pointy breasts with sexy stiff nipples. Penny used to get mad that boys of 13 or 14 would try to pick her up at the 7-11 while she was in college (true!). When I was dating her, it didn’t seem a big deal one way or the other to me that she looked so young, but as I think of her now (or look at the dozen or so photos I kept of her in that day, including a few in very skimpy outfits), that young, girlish look was mighty hot. I remember that she had to talk me into letting her dress up in her Old Catholic pupil uniform for fun and games! I have to confess, along with those photos, I kept her letters, which were filled with vivid erotic descriptions of our lovemaking sessions (and sometimes her sexual fantasies) that were as hot as any story you could ever read.

My mind wandered all the way home. When I walked in, I found an empty house and a note from Kim:

– Gone shopping with Julie. Probably dinner out. I promise not to be home late. K –

Good, I thought. Maybe she is starting to cheer up. At least she is out with her latest best pal. Her friend Julie is an adorable tiny Asian girl with long dark hair, a cute smile, and warm, sparkling eyes.

After dinner alone, I retreated to my bedroom with my laptop and my second glass of brandy, determined to relax and “get some relief” as I climbed into bed. I watched the tube, sipped the drink and pulled up stories from Lit erotica on my computer. I was tired from the long day and getting a nice buzz from the glass as I started reading a particularly hot brother/sister story. The brother is in the sister’s room late at night after having sex with his girlfriend in the next place, and he discovers his sister frustrated about her boyfriend but very hot and bothered from hearing her brother through the wall having sex a few minutes ago. The story was having precisely the effect I was hoping for. I reached under the covers, pushed my pajama bottoms down to my thighs, and started slowly pulling on my hard dick as I read on. As the story got hotter, I could feel my balls begin to swell, so I pulled faster and harder on myself. I was getting close to erupting when I heard a sound coming up the hall stairs, followed by a knock on the door. I quickly closed the lid on my laptop and pulled my pajama bottoms back up, even though I was still under the covers. I was SO close to cumming I had to concentrate on what was going on to refocus myself.

“Come in” The door opened, and my daughter Kim stood at the doorway, dressed in her typical bedtime apparel. She was wearing a worn out pink t-shirt that was way too small and bright yellow panties. I always tried to ignore her figure, but seeing her like that reminded me so much of my old college girlfriend, Penny. Kim seemed the spitting image of her tonight with her short hair and petite, slender body. Kim even had the same flat stomach (which her short tee shirt did not cover at all), tight little butt (especially in those yellow panties), and small, pointy breasts that were easy to make out beneath that tight faded t-shirt, her stiff nipples practically poking through. I was still rock hard, and her appearance was not helping any.

“Hey dad, what are you watching?” Her question snapped me back to reality, and I worked hard not to look at her nubile body anymore (and for that matter, I tried hard to shift under the covers to avoid showing how hard I still was!). Boy, the brandy must be getting to me more than I thought.

“Nothing, in particular, I answered. “Had fun with Julie?” I was hoping to get her talking about her cute new girlfriend so I could concentrate on settling down a bit.

She hovered at the doorway, not sure, if she was in or out, and then spoke.

“I guess. Not that the mall is such a big thrill, but Julie and I both got a few things, including these”. She pointed to her shiny yellow panties, spun around once shaking her butt, and turned full circle to face me again, grinning sheepishly. I noticed for the first time that I could see the indent on the bottom front of her panties where the cotton tightly covered her sex. She shifted her hips like teenagers do, with her weight moving from one foot to the other, and I was finding it way too distracting watching her crotch rock back and forth in front of me as her little tits bounced around as she moved. I was hypnotized, trying to figure out whether to take my eyes off her nipples or her crotch as she swayed slowly from side to side. She left a pause longer than usual. I was not sure if she caught me looking at her or was waiting for me to speak when she asked: “Dad, could I hang out with you tonight and watch SNL?”

I did not want to disappoint her with all that had been going on for her lately, but I was still pretty stirred up and did not want her to notice the pole I was sporting under the covers.

“Sure kiddo. How about you make us some popcorn and bring up some sodas, and we can hang out for a while.” That should give me a chance to cool down, I thought.

“Great” She almost sang as she ran downstairs to get the goodies. I watched the end of the news (which would make anyone lose a hard-on!), and she came back up with a bed tray with our snacks. She put it down over my lap (great, I thought, at least I have more camouflage in case I can’t “keep a good man down” as they say) and then she jumped in under the covers on my wife’s side of the bed.

“One condition,” I said. “If I pass out first, which is likely for your old man, you can finish watching Saturday Night here, but then you have turn off the TV and scram.”

“No problem”, Kim quickly answered, “And you’re not such an old man, you goose.” (I never heard her use that expression before, but she had been using many new expressions lately. Maybe she picked them up from her new friend Julie.) She reached over, kissed me on the cheek, and then nuzzled her head on my shoulder while grabbing some popcorn. We settled in to watch SNL.

After a while, I felt a bit tired and asked Kim to remove the tray in case I got too sleepy. She twisted around a bit for position and leaned over me. I could feel her body against mine, her hips pressing into my side, her breasts swaying right in front of me, and I swear she rested her hand on my lap just for a moment as she steadied herself before grabbing the tray. Afterward, she settled back into position with me on my back and her on her side leaning up against me as she threw one arm over me to cuddle. I could feel her breasts poking me, and she almost wrapped her leg over me.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Kim whispered in my ear, but I was already pretty tired.

“Don’t forget to turn off the TV when it’s over” I mumbled as I started to drift off.

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That night I dreamt about my college days again. Short clips of classrooms, dorms, and days of fun blended until my dream settled on Penny. I’m not sure why, but lately, I dreamt of her a lot when my wife was away, and tonight my idea was so intense that I could practically smell her scent. I imagined we were lying in bed together, spooning. She started slowly grinding her panty-clad butt into my crotch. She used to do that a lot when she was in the mood – it is funny how a dream can bring back a vivid memory that you had forgotten entirely. I loved the sensation of her grinding against me; so I pulled her butt into my crotch tighter, dry humping along with her rhythm. I reached around her waist, finding her arm in the way as my hand sleepily stroked her belly.

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