tagIncest/TabooBaby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 01

Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 01

byProfessorPanty©

Warning: This is the first chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure.

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"Paul, it's good to see you." He said as he met me at the door to his private study and shook my hand. Standing before me, PJ looked uncomfortable and unsettled. I took notice of it because I'd never seen him that way before.

Shoving his hands deeply into his pockets, he rocked back on his heels and then smiled a crooked smile and said, "I'm happy you came to see me about this, and frankly, I've been anticipating this conversation for some time."

I was talking to Patty's father, the famous business tycoon, PJ Wallingford.

I'd asked Patty to marry me four times in the last year. Each time, she reiterated the fact that she loved me with all her heart, but despite everything I said and did, she always turned me down saying she wasn't ready to get married. For some time, I'd suspected there was some unknown factor keeping her from saying 'Yes', but I couldn't figure out what it was. I asked her once if she wanted to break up, but she swore to me that I meant everything to her. Thoroughly confused about Patty and our situation, I finally decided to talk with her Dad to see if he could help me understand what was going on.

I wasn't sure where to start, so I began the conversation with Patty's father by telling him I was in love with his daughter. "I know you are, son," he answered, "and I know she loves you, too. I'm very happy for the both of you."

I went on to tell him how I'd proposed to Patty four times and how she said "No" four times.

"I know, Paul." PJ said to me. "And each time you asked her, she came home to me and cried her eyes out for hours. The last time it happened, I had to cancel a business trip to stay home with her because she was so distraught." PJ leaned forward and looked at me, adding, "She's afraid you're going to give up and quit asking, you know. That's why I'm glad you finally called me."

"Sir," I continued, "I don't know what to do about her. I don't know if it's something I'm doing, or something I'm not doing..... I don't know if it has something to do with inheritance or social status, or what! All I know is that I love your daughter and I'm almost to the point where I'm about ready to kidnap her and hold her hostage at gun point until she says "Yes".

PJ started laughing. It's a good thing, too, because I'm sure in any other context, someone saying they might kidnap his daughter would bring down the wrath of hell on them. One thing I'd learned in the last eighteen months was that Patty was definitely a Daddy's Girl.

"Well, let me set your mind at ease about a few things, Paul," he answered, "her reluctance to say "Yes" doesn't mean she doesn't want to marry you, I can assure you of that, and I hope you believe it. And it has nothing to do with inheritance, social status or anything you're doing right or wrong. I know my daughter - and I know she loves you. She's been in love with you almost since your first date."

"Then, can you tell me how I can convince her to marry me?" I finally blurted out.

"Yes, Paul, I probably can." He answered. Then after thinking a few seconds, continued, "But, that's a whole different conversation than what we're having right now."

I was confused. How could it be a different conversation? I was sitting here talking to him about why Patty wouldn't marry me. It was simple enough, I though. I'm asking why -- all he has to do is answer.

"PJ," I replied, "I'm confused now. I thought you said you could help me out with Patty."

"Let me put it another way," PJ answered, "I can help you understand why she won't say 'Yes', but that's going to be a tough conversation to have. It will be a long one, too..... and difficult for both of us, I'm afraid."

He paused for a minute and added, "During that conversation, you'll probably get angry, and you'll probably feel hurt. You might feel betrayed and you'll most likely run out of here and never want to see Patricia again. And you should know, there could be consequences to that conversation, son.... you need to clearly understand that."

PJ got up out of his chair and stood behind his desk. "Look, Paul," he said, "if I just scared the crap out of you, I apologize. We can forget the whole thing if you like. You're free to get up and walk out of here and I won't think any less of you."

I stood up and walked to the edge of his desk. "Sir," I replied, "I came here today to find out what I need to do to get Patty to marry me. That's my only focus right now and I'm not going to rest until I find out what that is. There's nothing more important to me, and there's no force on Earth that can divert me from that."

I paused for a moment and looked at him. "Sir, uh.... PJ," I said as I took a deep breath, "look, you probably don't understand. I would do or give anything to marry your daughter. If the conversation you referred to will put me on the path to get Patty to say "Yes", then by all means - let's have it. She is the most important thing in my life, PJ. I don't care about anything else."

He shrugged his shoulders and sat down in his chair. Crossing his arms over his chest, a satisfied grin appeared on his face as he said, "You know, I really think you mean that."

"I do." I answered.

"Paul, listen to me carefully." He warned. "You've convinced me that it's time for you and I to have this talk. But, before we do, I'm going to need some assurances that you'll never disclose anything we talk about in any way, shape or form, other than with Patricia and myself."

"You have my word on that, Sir." I promised him.

"Well, don't take offense to this, but I need a little more assurance than that." He opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a large envelope. "I've had this in my drawer since the day after you asked Patricia to marry you the first time." He said. "I've been waiting..... uh, well..... actually hoping, for this day to come so I could hand it to you."

Continuing, he said, "What I want you to do is read what's in here. Once you read everything and understand exactly what you read, you'll have to sign them. When you've done that, we can have that talk. And at the end of that discussion, you'll understand everything clearly."

I reached out to take the envelope, but he pulled it back and added, "Son, make sure you read this carefully. I'll give you an hour or so to look it over and then I'll answer any questions you have about it. Paul, if your quest is as urgent as you've led me to believe it is, this is where you begin."

He handed me the envelope and told me to make myself comfortable at his desk. "I'll have some things brought in for you while you read," PJ said, "and I'll come back in about an hour to see how you're doing. Don't rush, Paul, take as much time as you need."

With that, PJ left the room and I was left alone in his study.

The quiet in the room was almost deafening. I couldn't hear one audible sound besides my own breathing. Since he told me to sit at his desk, that's exactly what I did. I'd been in this room before with Patty many times to see him, but now that I was sitting in his chair behind his desk, a sense of humility came over me. I had to wonder how many business deals and how many millions of dollars had been made at this desk.

I held the envelope in my hands and thought about the words he used. There was a bit of mystery here and some intrigue, too. For sure, there was a secret somewhere and I figured it was a pretty big one. But, I loved Patty and I was willing to play just about any game to make her mine. As I was about to open the envelope, a knock came from the door. When I looked up, Patty poked her head in and smiled at me.

"Daddy asked me to bring you some things. May I come in?" She asked.

"Well, of course." I answered. "It's your house!"

Patty came in pushing a cart that had some cold drinks and a few office supplies -- things like highlighters, pens and pencils. But what really caught my eye was the outfit Patty was wearing. On top, she wore a tight white halter which was noticeably too small. It clearly showed the outline of her tiny breasts and her nipples, which were poking out through the material of her shirt. I set the unopened envelope down and leaned back in PJ's chair so I could simply admire my angel.

On the bottom, she had on a pair of tight white short shorts that she knew I loved. They hugged her petite body like a glove, especially at her crotch and around her little butt, plus they were thin enough I could easily make out the tiny pink bikini panties she wore underneath. She knew her outfit would get my attention because she'd worn it many times before. Every time I saw her in it, my penis went into instant boner-overload mode.

She pushed the cart next to the desk and slipped behind me and leaned down to kiss my neck. Seeing that I hadn't opened the envelope yet, she asked, "Aren't you going to open it?"

"Uh huh," I answered, nodding my head up and down, "I was about to, but you've kind of distracted me now. Damn, Patty," I said, "I can't believe you wear that in front of your father. Your nipples are really poking out."

My comment made Patty giggle and she stepped around to the side of the chair. "Oh, am I making you jealous?" She asked, pushing right up next to me. Her nipples were almost even with my mouth and I could have leaned over and bitten one - she was that close.

She reached down to my lap and pressed the palm of her hand against my crotch. "Oh, my! You Naughty Boy!" She exclaimed.

I had to smile. She'd given me that nick name, "Naughty Boy" the day we had our first date. It was the most supreme day of my life: the day we had our first kiss, the day I sniffed her panties for the first time and first time I experienced one of her glorious handjobs. Embarrassingly enough, it was also the day she introduced me to exhibitionism.... and much more.

"Did I do that?" She asked innocently, referring to the straining erection in my pants.

I moaned as she pressed her hand against my cock and then finally giving in, I pushed the chair back from the desk to give her more room. As soon as I pushed back, though, she pulled her hand away.

"Daddy warned me not to bother you, but, uh, it seems I already have." Patty whispered, leaning over to rub her nose against mine. She placed her hands on the side of my face and pulled us together, kissing me tenderly on the lips. "Thanks for coming to talk to Daddy today." Patty said. "I was starting to worry you might never figure it out. But you did, and you're here now, and I love you so much for that."

Quietly, she turned to leave, stopping at the door to wiggle her little butt at me. Then with a coy glance over her shoulder, she left the room and I was left alone again with the silence.

The envelope contained several documents attached together. There was a broadly worded Non-Disclosure Agreement as well as a very thorough set of documents that effectively transferred everything I owned into PJ's name in return for a payment of $1. That included all my personal belongings, real estate, investments and 100% of my business interests. The effective date of the transfer would occur sometime in the future, at a date which PJ would provide. The agreement would stay in force for 99 years and there was no revocation clause. In essence, once I signed this, he could execute it at any time and he would instantly own everything that was mine. This is the kind of document no one in their right mind would ever sign and it's the kind of a document my lawyer would blow his top over.

I read every word on every page inside the envelope. It was interesting how the forms were already made up and how they contained my formal name, including my middle name, along with my ID numbers and other particulars I would consider private and confidential. Whoever put all this together had done their homework very well.

There was a lot of legal mumbo-jumbo, but I understood exactly what the papers were saying. After I'd read through it twice, the door opened and PJ walked in and shut the door behind him.

"Any questions you want to ask me?" He asked.

"Well," I answered, "just one. But, first let me say you've got me pegged wrong if you think any of the material possessions I have is more important to me than Patty is. So if you think you'd ever leverage me away from her by executing this agreement in some way, you're barking up the wrong tree, Sir."

"Paul, that's not the intent of the document at all." He replied, chuckling. "But I'm glad to see you'll put my daughter above anything else in your life. Why don't you ask your question and let me answer it. Then I'll explain what the document is for."

"If I sign these, will Patty agree to marry me?" I asked.

"Good question, Paul." PJ said. "The direct answer is "No", signing the papers will not let you walk out of here able to marry Patricia. But, by signing it you'll be able to take the first step to making that happen. Said another way," he paused for emphasis, "If you don't sign, there's no way the two of you will ever marry."

That wasn't what I expected to hear and I had to take a minute to think about it. "Paul, let me explain how the documents would be used." PJ pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of me. "Son," he continued, "if you sign the documents, I'll keep them in my lawyer's safe with strict instructions that they would never be executed unless you disclose any portion of the conversation we need to have. Even if you decide to walk away from Patricia after we talk, as long as you keep your mouth shut, you're fine. But if we ever find out you've disclosed or repeated even one iota of what we talk about, we'll execute the agreement and you'll be penniless and financially ruined."

"So this is the reassurance you were speaking of earlier?" I asked.

"Exactly." PJ replied.

"So if I sign this, we can have the discussion and I'll have a chance to marry her. And if I don't sign, I'll never have a chance. Did I get that right?" I asked.

"Right again." He replied.

"And as long as I keep quiet about the conversation we need to have, I've got your word you won't ever execute this agreement?" I inquired, holding up the document.

"You've got it perfectly, Paul." PJ answered.

"Sir, your word is good enough for me." I said as I signed the papers and then handed the bundle over to him."

"Paul, I promise you've made the right decision." PJ said as she stood and shook my hand. "So, when would you like to talk?" He asked. "We can do it now, or this evening, or tomorrow -- or anytime you want. It might take a while, so we should set aside some time when we won't be interrupted."

"Perhaps," PJ said, as he stroked his chin, "maybe you'd like to spend some time with Patricia here at the house today. You're welcome to stay the afternoon and have a early dinner here and we can talk after that."

"That sounds good, PJ." I answered.

PJ motioned me to walk to the door with him, and as we walked, he leaned over and whispered to me, "I bet my little Patricia is standing on the other side of that door with her ear pressed up against it trying to listen to what we're saying. What do you say we find out?"

He had a mischievous grin on his face, but I liked his idea. If he was right, then I'd know she was eager for me to sign the papers and have the talk with her father.

I stood a few feet away while he slowly reached for the door knob. Looking at me and smiling, he yanked the door open and sure enough, Patty was standing right there as if she'd been trying to eavesdrop through the door.

Patty looked at me and then she stood up and put her arms around her father's waist and said "Sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help myself."

"I know you couldn't help yourself, Baby Girl," PJ replied, "but you know spying isn't becoming of a young girl. We'll deal with that later, though."

"Yes, Sir." Patty replied as her eyes lowered to the floor.

"You'll be happy to know, though," PJ continued, "that Paul signed the forms, so I've asked him to stay for dinner and then he and I are going to have our little talk after we eat."

Patty threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Oh, thank you, Daddy." She exclaimed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" As they hugged, I watched the little shorts she was wearing disappear up into her butt crack and the bottoms of her butt cheeks pop out.

Then she ran to me and hugged me, too. "I knew you'd sign it," Patty said, "I knew you wouldn't give up." PJ eyes dropped to Patty's butt and I'm sure he saw her cute little ass the same way I did.

Then as I held her, she got tears in her eyes and laid her head down on my chest. "I'm so happy right now." She said, sniffing a few tears back. Then she lifted her head off my chest and reached out for her father's hand, adding. "And it's because the two men I love the most are right here."

NOTE: This is probably a good spot in my story for me to explain some details, such as how I met Patty and her father, and how we got to this point. Don't worry, I'll eventually circle back to here.

I met Patty in a strange twist of circumstances at the Washington Dulles airport one evening. We were waiting to board the same flight and due to an aircraft equipment change, some of the passengers holding boarding passes weren't going to get seats. I was one of the lucky ones, primarily because I'd purchased a first class ticket. Many weren't going to be so lucky, though.

I was sitting in the boarding area close to the agent counter when the ticket agent called Patty's name over the loudspeaker and told her she was going to have to wait until the next flight. Trying not to be nosey, I turned back to my magazine, but looked up when I heard Patty begin to cry.

I overheard her tell the gate agent that she had to get home quickly because her grandfather had been taken to the hospital with a heart attack. Unfortunately, the gate agent's hands were tied - they were given a list of who would have seats on the airplane and Patty's name wasn't on the boarding list.

I felt so sorry for the young woman. I thought she might be traveling alone -- maybe even her first time flying. She was just a tiny thing, too, perhaps five foot tall and a frame that matched. My heart went out to her, and knowing I could easily delay my plans, I walked up to the counter while Patty stood there and told the agent she could have my first class seat and I would wait for the next flight. Initially, the gate agent told me the passenger lists had already been determined, but I insisted that the agent make the change.

Of course, Patty was speechless but I nodded to her confidently as we waited for the gate agent to make the changes and give her a boarding pass. When the change was done, I told her to have a good flight and wished her luck with her grandfather.

As I returned to my seat in the gate area, Patty came to thank me and sat down in the seat next to me. As we talked, I discovered she'd just finished up her studies in Georgetown and was worried sick about her grandfather. I initially judged Patty's age to be about 16 or 17 because she looked so young, especially with that cute pony tail she was whipping around. I was genuinely surprised when she told me she was 23 and had just graduated from college.

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