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Forced Incest, by Jezebel Rose

Young Lily’s heart jumped as soon as she walked into the living room. Her mother had left for a three-day work trip and had come home from college for the summer, Lily intended on spending quiet weekends with her father, Daddy. They had planned for the day. In the morning, after she had gotten up, they would cook breakfast together, and then, afterward, would go for a walk on the beaches, catching up and enjoying time together, for the time they lost since she left for college nearly a year ago.

Those plans were the last things on her mind the moment she walked into the living room. Sitting on the couch, was her father, his hands upon the air, as a masked man, standing just a few feet away from him, held a gun toward him? Still shaking, Daddy jumped as he acknowledged Lily’s presence, then darted his eyes to the masked man again, looking as helpless as Lily, in her 18 years, had ever seen her father.

“Oh, God,” she screamed and took a step back, her knees wobbly, as soon as she saw the scene unfolding in front of her. Never in her life had Lily been so scared. In the peaceful family she grew up, where her father and mother taught her to use words and denounced all forms of violence, no guns were ever seen or considered; she hardly heard a harsh word from her parents, whether directed at her or one another.

“Shut up and sit down,” the man commanded, his voice rough and filled with rage as he pointed the gun at the couch, signaling for Lily to sit next to her father.

“A robber,” Lily thought. However, how could it be? They lived in a safe neighborhood – one of upper-classed, privileged Americans, where mothers, fathers, and children could walk up and down the street all day without fear of being harmed, and a neighborhood where police cruisers quietly drove up and down the road, ready to jump to the rescue at the sight of anything remotely threatening. There she was on the couch with her father, with a stranger pointing a gun at them.

“Before you say anything stupid,” the man began, his eyes glaring as he stared at the both of them. “I don’t want your money.”

He stopped for a second to let the words sink in, yet it did not make it any easier on Lily’s heart. The 5’4, 110-pound freshman from American University, could feel her heart pounding, not knowing what to expect or what was to become of her family. Just for a second, she wanted her mother. While she loved and always got along with her father, he had always been a source of comfort, and deep inside, she wished Mother would all the sudden show up, and call the police, and they would be a family again. She was snapped back into reality by the man’s voice yet, and jumped, as the man continued.

“What I want is to see you naked,” the man said to Lily, staring at her up and down and focusing on her chest, hidden from view by her arms. Still wearing her pink and yellow pajamas, Lily did not look at all like the intelligent 18-year-old freshman that took the lead in many political projects at American University, where she majored in International Studies and Policy. Instead, she looked every bit the scared teenager she was, and perhaps even younger than her 18 years.

“Now, stand up, and start stripping, and your dad and I are going to watch,” the man, added, his eyes as dangerous as his tone, as he motioned to her with the gun.

“She … I …,” her father stammered, pulling her in closer to him, his hands trembling as he tried to protest.

“Shut up and just watch,” the man interrupted Daddy. “I know you want to watch her,” he-man said in an accusing tone, one that all the sudden made Lily sick to her stomach.

They had always been opened to each other and saw the body as something beautiful, not too ashamed of or hidden. She had never exactly been naked in front of him. They raised her to love her body, and be proud of it. However, she looked. Fortunately, she was blessed with good looks, and although she struggled as a teenager to grow breasts, Lily now sported 28B pairs of breasts that were perky and firm, a sight that, for too long, many other students at AU had eyed and lusted after.

“Do it now!” the man said, cocking his weapon now, as he chambered a round and pointed it at the father and daughter, determined to prove to them they were not to call his bluff, and that he meant serious business.

Reluctantly, Lily stood up and with her eyes to the ground, began unbuttoning her pajama shirt, hands shaking from both fear and shame as she stood between the man and her father.

“At least I am faced away from Father,” Lily thought to herself. “At least, even if I stripped naked, he’d only see my back.”

As if he were reading her mind — as if somehow he were given free access to the young girl’s thoughts, the man ordered Lily to walk closer toward him and sit on the chair, facing her father so, as he said, Daddy “could see what kinds of tits you’ve grown.”

Shame washed over Lily. Sure, she was comfortable with her dad, but to display her body for him in such a manner, she could never live with herself. She could never live with the idea of allowing her father was watching her strip, showing her tits, and then, even worst, having him look at her naked from the front, able to see her teenage pussy, which she’d kept clean-shaven since 13 when the unsightly hairs first started to grow.

In his seat Daddy, too, trembled as his eyes glued on his daughter, hoping, wishing she were not so scared and that somehow he could comfort her and make all the fear go away. Even just a few feet from one another, father-daughter felt as if they were thousands of miles away, unable to comfort each other or reach out to hug each other to make the feelings of fear go away.

One button at a time, Lily began to undress, her fingers shook and her knees buckled with a new feeling of fear and shame she had never experienced before, one that grew up in a family that instilled confidence in her from the time Lily was a young girl; she had never had to suffer.

“If I think about something else, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad,” she thought to herself as she unbuttoned the top button to her PJ top, slowly exposing her tan chest, and with each button, her cleavage and breasts came into view. She had gone to sleep the night before without a bra and now, with half of her buttons already undone, Lily was exposing to her father her well-tanned chest. The result of many hours in tanning salons began to show itself for the first time to her father, her nipples poking out in reaction to the cold air. Two more buttons and she still kept her eyes on the ground, focusing on each button, taking her time to undress as not to rush herself into embarrassment, and half hoping the man would change his mind, as Daddy stared directly at this daughter’s chest, with the dry throat and pounding heart.

When at last all the buttons were undone, Lily stood there in front of her father, feeling like a child being judged, hands still shaking as her teenage breasts pushed out of her chest, her eyes continued to stare at the ground as she reached up to get out of her PJ top, and dropping it on the floor, right next to her feet, where she continued to stare, wondering what daddy thought of her, and worst, what will happen as the strip show continued.

“Now, your bottoms, too,” the man screamed, once again waving his gun toward Lily, who flinched and moved back a bit, startled at the man’s sudden movement.

“Oh, God, oh, no, no, no,” she thought to herself. “This was bad enough, but my bottoms, too?” She continued to wonder, weighing the meaning of being naked in front of a stranger as well as her dad. For Lily, the body was such an intimate thing, but at the same time, also something private – not to be shown to just anyone. Trust. That is what had to happen before she exposed her body to any boy in college; yet, with both trust and intimacy nowhere to be found, she stood there half-exposed, and there was more to come.

Slowly, she reached for her waistband, just right above both sides of her hips and began pulling down, half an inch at a time as if trying to buy herself time, as though if she went slowly enough, she would eventually make the man go away. She continued to pull her PJ bottoms down, just exposing the front, and Daddy continued to stare at his daughter stripped, first at her chest again and then at her crotch as if it was an agonizing tease. Part of him wanted to stop it all, yet part of him became curious at the exposure of his daughter’s body.

Then, it came into view. First, just the fleshy lips, only the top of the lips, as delicate and gentle as her thumb brushed against them on the way down, until her whole hand along with her bottoms, passed her entire crotch area, exposing to Daddy her pouty lips, gently covering the tiny hole within, still yet to be exposed. From a distance, Daddy swore he saw a bit of glimmering light on her right lip, perhaps a sign that she had been a bit wet at the attention. His mind began to wander in places many fathers often visited, but so few ever admitted to doing such.

As Lily stepped out of her bottoms and stood there, naked and trembling in front of her father and the man with the gun – the masked man who did not care that she was naked in front of her father and was probably enjoying it, she began to wonder what her father thought of her. Was he judging her body? Was he upset that she had shaven? Was he upset that she would so easily stripped, despite having done so to save their lives?

The young girl didn’t have a chance to think to herself for long, as her thoughts were interrupted by yet another command, jolting her out of her self-obsessed evaluation, and back into the scared stage that the 18-year-old, who looked more like she was 14 and so afraid she might have been even younger, and back into reality again.

“Now, I want you to play with yourself,” the man commanded as he sat down, gun still pointing at her, not giving a damn that she’d barely turned 18, after having graduated high school early, or that her father was also in the room, staring at her as the whole show began and had been keeping quiet the entire time.

“OH …I can’t …,” Lily stammered, knowing that would cross the line, that it was one thing to expose her pussy in front of her father, and it was another thing to play with it, her pussy, in front of him. Of course, she had masturbated before, many, many times, and, had done so just the night before, dreaming of the classmates back at AU, but never; never had she ever considered playing with herself in front of her father.

Yet, the 18-year-old had no choice, for as soon as she started to protested, the man pointed a gun at her father, prompting her to sit down on the empty chair next to her and giving in to the man’s demands as he smiled and motioned with his head to her father, telling him to watch his daughter.

It was not supposed to be like this. During the times Lily masturbated, it had been in front of her lovers, men she wanted to see her masturbate, and in her room, with privacy. An act so intimate, she reasoned, was only meant for those she loved, and for herself, not for the whole world to see. Of course, she loved her father, but that was a different type of love. She had never considered him a lover, and to sit there, already exposed, and now about to touch herself, sent a repulsive feeling down her spine and deep in the pit of her stomach.

However, masturbate she must. She had to do what it took to get that man to go away, to leave her and her father alone, and when Mother came home from her trip, they would be a happy family again, forever moving behind this incident. At that moment, she did not even consider that they would call the police, because of the shame, and fear that her face would be exposed all over the news. If no one knew, if they kept it quiet, Lily thought she could deal with the turmoil by herself, and with her dad’s love.

Slowly, she began reaching for her slit, her lips still neatly folded, hiding and covering the tiny hole that often enjoyed being touched, fingered and fucked. Her middle finger got there first, gently parting her lips as she pushed down her slit, letting her hand, cold and trembling, slide down the valley that, at the top, featured her clit, still hidden from view, and below, the dip that at times became moist and wet, drooling with hot juices. However, today, at this moment, she found it to be dry and lifeless, partly because of fear, and because she was not turned on.

Reluctantly, she moved her middle finger up and down the slit, her palm hitting against her clit as she ran her middle finger’s knuckle – the one on the side of her palm, over her tiny hole, her knuckle taking a dip each time she did so. She swallowed hard, knowing that soon enough, she would probably physically turn herself on, though emotionally, Lily was miles away, back at college, where she was loved and respected, looked up to and adored, lusted after and viewed as a future legislator and world-changer.

As if having an out-of-body experience, Lily continued touching her pussy, stimulating her clit, and letting her knuckle move over the fuckhole, sometimes making circles around it, completely unaware now that both her father and the masked man were watching. Her mind wandered back to college, to her lovers and the fantasies she had spent her time in private engaged in. As she did so, both her father and the man had their eyes glued to her fingers, following each move as the teenage girl continued to masturbate. Partly feeling guilty, her father swallowed hard, as he all the sudden realized that he had gotten excited, that it did not matter that it was his daughter – or perhaps, it was because of his daughter that he was upset.

Dipping her knuckle into her hole, just a fraction of an inch, Lily shocked herself and snapped back to reality, remembering all the sudden that she was masturbating in front of her father and a stranger, as she could feel a tiny wet spot on her knuckle. Was she being turned on in front of her father? Was she getting wet while masturbating in front of her dad, despite not wanting to? An intelligent girl Lily was and she understood the concept of physical vs. emotional turn-ons, yet, now, the young girl scolded herself. However, as if egged on by something else, Lily continued to masturbate, pushing her palm harder against her clit, and with a quicker pace now, ran her knuckle over her dip once again.

“Oh, my God, I am getting turned on,” Lily thought to herself, admitting to herself that she’d been turned on by touching herself, whether because it was also because she’d done so in front of her father was another story. The first step – admission, was all that was needed to open the floodgate as her speed increased, and all the sudden, Lily could feel the lust building inside of her.

“No, no, no, this can’t be happening,” she denied, yet part of her also let it all go. Perhaps if she made herself cum, she thought, the man would leave them alone, and better yet, she would be able to satisfy herself. Then she and dad would talk about it and it would all be over. They would return to their healthy lives, dad going on to love mom as he always did, and Lily continuing with her college career.

The more she focused on the fact that her father was watching her, which Lily simply could not get out of her head, the wetter she somehow got, as her teenage juices began to coat her insides at first, and them inch by inch, running down her pussy walls and wetting the opening of her tiny opening. Her knuckle was slick now with each dip it took inside her hole, no matter how shallow it’d been in, and the young girl felt a hot flush over her entire body as she looked down, realizing that her chest was flushed red, and her nipples pushing out of her breasts, excited by the pleasure she was providing to her other sexual parts.

With her breathing becoming shallower, Lily closed her eyes, hoping, thinking that perhaps if she did not see her father in front of her, she would not get as turned on, but it did not help. She’d given up now, she’d given up on trying to think that it wasn’t her father watching her, because in reality, it was her father and there was no denying it; all the sudden, accepting the fact made it easier to masturbate, but she still didn’t want to see him in front of her.

“Ugh!” a tiny gasp involuntarily escaped from her throat as her knuckle took another dip, bringing with it the slick, hot lubricant now seeping out of her pussy and running down her slit. Deep inside of her, more juices had built up, and they needed to be released, they needed her help to exit her body, even if it meant doing so in front of her father.

Opening her eyes again, she looked directly at her dad, and all the sudden, realized his eyes were glued on her, on her pussy, on the way her hand and fingers were dancing around her teenage pussy. For a second, as he realized that Lily was looking at him, Daddy guiltily looked up at her. For a second, a mere second, their eyes locked. Lily sighed as he looked at her because, in his eyes, she could see it all. She could see the guilt of a father’s helplessness, and for the moment, she felt an intense love for him. She also saw the eyes she’d seen in so many lovers – lust, the burning desire to be with her, to fuck her senseless, to make her cum. Lily shuddered at the idea of her dad being turned on by her, but part of her, a small, little part deep inside of her, accepted it, knowing that it was natural for a man to be turned on at the sight of a woman in a sexual position, especially one as good looking as she was.

“My, God, he’s probably turned on,” Lily thought to herself as her fingers continued to dance, and though the idea made her want to hurl, Lily could not help but eye her father up and down, letting her eyes rest on his crotch and realizing that his bulge was pushing out of his jeans. At that moment, Lily realized with certainties that her father had been turned on watching her masturbate.

Her heart beat faster, not out of fear so much, as she had learned to accept the situation, but because she had never been in this situation before. To her knowledge, she had never turned her dad on, and all the sudden, the idea seemed a novelty to her. Her father had gotten hard watching her, and she, too, felt guilty, but it also made her wetter, as Lily increased the speed at which she rubbed her pussy.

“Hmm,” she softly moaned, closing her eyes and leaning back, preserving in her mind the image of her father with his lusty eyes and bulging cock, staring at her as she masturbated. “I wonder if he’s still staring,” she thought to herself as she, on impulse, pushed her middle finger halfway inside herself, sending pleasurable shocks to the nerves inside the hole, now slick and warm as it expanded to welcome her finger.

“Hohm,” she dragged out the word, letting her finger linger before pushing it in all the way and gasping as she did so, wondering if her dad was watching it, and the idea that it did made her even wetter, tensing her body as her finger thrusted in and out of her cunt.

A daughter was putting on a show for her father and a stranger, she thought to herself. How hot was it that her father had lost all sense of fatherly love and protection and being turned on by her own body, she thought. How hot was it that all the social constructions of family, thousands of years of defining and redefining what was moral and immoral were all gone, replaced with the pure lust a father had for his daughter? How hot was it that her father probably wanted to fuck her?

She could feel it building deep inside her, a few more minutes and she would explode all over the chair, not caring if her father were there or not. However, as she approached closer and closer to the familiar feeling of orgasmic release, young Lily has snapped back into reality again, forcing her to take her finger from her pussy, it still slick with her juices, and look up.

“That’s enough!” the masked man said. “This isn’t just for you.”

All the sudden guilt came over Lily, remembering now the danger of the situation, that there was still a man with a gun, and worst yet, she had masturbated, and been wet, and gotten close to an orgasm in front of her dad.

“You! Drop your pants!” the man commanded as he pointed the gun at Daddy, who began to protest, but only to give in, as he shot a guilty look at Lily, as both father and daughter guessed what was coming up next. He probably wanted Daddy to masturbate in front of her now, Lily thought to herself, and all the sudden was brought back to the feelings of shame and embarrassment she felt when the whole ordeal began.

Reluctantly, Daddy dropped his pants, and got out of them, as Lily kept her eyes on the ground, remembering that this, after all, was her father, and no matter how hot a situation she had mistakenly thought it was, he was still her father. There was no staring at one’s father – especially at his crotch, no matter how turned on a daughter might be. This was not in any social guideline books, but rather, just the way society has accepted it, and Lily resigned to admit it, too.

“Look at how hard you’re making him,” the man said to Lily. As she brought her eyes up, almost like a scared child peeking into the closet at night and checking for monsters, Lily passed her father’s crotch and stared into her father’s eyes for a moment, giving him a look of guilt and then brought her eyes back down toward his crotch. With his underwear still on, Lily could see her father’s cock poking against his gray underwear, his sexual excitement evident by his cock creating a tent in his underwear and a large, wet spot where the head of his penis was located.

Lily could not do anything but let out a gasp – lightly enough as to not disturb the quietness of the room, yet was loud enough for both her father and the masked man to hear. Daddy, her father, the very man who had raised her, taught her to hit and she turned on catch baseballs, ride a bike and eventually a car. Daddy, her father, the man who had been there for her first date, for her prom, and had driven cross-country to Washington, D.C., to drop her off for college, had gotten hard watching her masturbate. She felt something inside her. Was it guilt? For a moment, she would felt guilty that she had been turned on by the situation, but seeing how hard she had made him, she had realized she was not alone.

“Come over here and sit on him! Kiss him,” the man commanded, perhaps ordering Lily to do what she would have done for herself anyway when at the highest peak of sexual excitement. Yet, something got the better of her; Lily began to protest, but as soon as she did, the man shot her a look that reminded her of the seriousness of the situation, and she gave in, torn between fear for her life, and the guilt of being in a sexual position with her father, violating thousands of years of traditions and giving into the taboo most societies dared not mention.

Her feet almost wobbly, Lily walked over to her father, her eyes locked into his the whole time, having already preserved the image of his hard cock in her mind. Still, she did not know what to think. On the one hand, they were both turned on. On the other side, she was his daughter. He was her father. This could not happen in any civilized society, and because they had considered themselves educated and well read, this especially could not happen in their family. What would her mother think? What would she say to her father after it was all finished? How could she go on with her own life after this incident? Better yet, would she let her mind revert to this incident and be turned on in her ultimate masturbatory fantasies?

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