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Incest, by Jezebel Rose

Here I was dropping my wife Yasmine 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.

Yasmine smiled at me, “Maybe you should try to give Jenny 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.” Jenny 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 Yasmine with a kiss and drove home. My mind drifted from thinking about my wife Yasmine to my daughter Jenny, 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 those days, 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 Jenny:

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

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, 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 Jenny 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. Jenny seemed the spitting image of her tonight with her short hair and petite, slender body. Jenny 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.

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