tagIncest/TabooDad's Two Little Earth Day Darlings

Dad's Two Little Earth Day Darlings

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This is my official 2011 Earth Day Contest entry.

While the premise behind the story may seem incredible to some readers I want to assure you that more and more serious medical researchers are cuming to believe that sperm may just turn out to be a wonder drug!


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Sunday Afternoon April 17th 2011 -- By the pool at Dad's house

"Your old man was checking me out."

I looked up from my computer screen to catch my best friend Nikki's smirk.

"He was trying to see these," she continued as she rolled onto her side.

"WHAAAAT!" I screeched as the meaning of her words finally registered. I quickly looked back towards the house.

"My beautiful full, ripe, eighteen year old, teenage tits," she added with a leer as she cupped one of her breasts in her right hand. I watched as she tweaked a nipple.

"Don't! He'll see," I warned as I checked again for any movement from the house.

"He wants to suck them..."

"You are such a SLUT! That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard."

"I think he wants to put his big cock between them."

"Shut up! He'll hear," I hissed back as I checked the open patio doors again.

"Spray his thick, baby making cream all over them."

"What is wrong with you today?" I demanded but couldn't keep the grin off my lips. I sorta knew what was wrong with Nikki. She was clearly getting tired of her current boyfriend. Something I was suffering from too. We were both horny!

"Then he'd bring his still spurting cockhead to his daughter's best friend's lips and make me lick-"

"Sicko. Dream on. And why would he want you when he's got the wonderful Carmen." My words even sounded feeble to me. The Nickster knew that dad's current girlfriend was not my favourite person.

"She's a cow!"

"Her breasts are bigger than yours."

"Bigger than yours maybe," Nikki countered. The truth was that Carmen, although only twenty-two, was decidedly curvaceous in a way that neither I nor Nikki could ever compete with. But she was a cow! I just didn't know how true my words were when I spoke them.

That is not to say that there was something wrong with my breasts. In fact, if I do say so myself...

****

I loved Nicole Taylor Hill more than anyone else in the world. And the feelings were reciprocated. I'd met her the day after we moved into our new house. I'd been five years old that day. And as it turned out I was exactly seven days older than she was.

We became a bonded pair almost immediately. Closer than sisters, we constantly flitted between my house and hers. We each grew up with two sets of parents.

When my parents told me they were divorcing (I was twelve years old!) I cried for like three days straight. Nikki had her arm around me the whole time. Without her I just might have killed myself.

And it was she who finally managed to effect the reconciliation between my father and me. I'd hated him when it had happened. Blamed him completely. I'd refused to talk to him even though he still lived in the neighbourhood. Through it all Nikki had kept in touch with him. And, for what was supposed to have been my fourteenth birthday party, a fancy restaurant meal with just the two of us, she'd invited my father.

"I figured it was about time ... that you'd finally started to grow up," she said when I'd later asked her what the hell she'd been doing playing around with my life like that. There was no one else in my world that I'd have let get away with something like that!

Of course there was a big scene at the restaurant. I cried. My father held me in his arms. I cried some more. Nikki cried. Daddy cried. And the three of us spent most of the night talking.

Like everything didn't just change overnight! I still had issues with the whole breakup thing. But even my mom was happy I was back communicating with my father. Over the next six months we went from occasional dinners to weekend visits (with Nikki there at my side) to finally my deciding (agreeing?) to try living one week with mom followed by one week with dad. I think we all liked the change. Dad got his daughter back. Mom got some free time with her boyfriends. And I soon discovered that there are certain advantages for a fifteen or sixteen or seventeen year old girl in having two homes a mile and a half apart. I quickly learned that it was easy to say (and confusing for my parents) 'Oh sorry, I was at dad's (or mom's as the case might be) ... I thought you knew', whenever questions about my whereabouts arose.

And so I slowly fell back in love with him. As a father...

****

"So, what gives?" I asked after her giggles had tapered off.

"Hand me my computer," she answered as she swung her legs over the side of the chaise lounge and sat up. Her bare breasts jiggled as she moved.

"Cover them up you ninny," I said as I reached for her bikini top.

"He's not watching."

"He might be," I answered as I held out her skimpy top. She ignored me as she placed her laptop, a Toshiba with a ten inch screen, on her lap. Her boyfriend certainly didn't have a ten inch...

"Do you know what I think he's doing right now?" Nikki asked.

"He said he was going to change into his bathing suit and then make us our banana splits," I answered. "C'mon, he'll be back in a sec," I pled as I tried to hand her the bra top again.

"He's masturbating," my friend said. "He's in the kitchen right now ... watching me ... with his bathing suit around his ankles ... with his hand wrapped around his huge cock-"

"Shut up," I ordered.

"And just guess where he's going to spray his spurting love juice? All over the bananas. Even on yours." I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped from my lips. "He wants both of us to eat his sperm."

"You are such a sick slut," I accused even as the vision of a huge, spurting cock filled my mind. Daddy's cock? Yuck!

"What do you see anyway?" Nikki asked as she turned her computer screen towards me.

"Duh!" It was a picture I'd taken of Nikki and her boyfriend Danny a week earlier. They were both in their bathing suits and were standing ten feet from the spot where we were sitting now.

"And this?" she asked as clicked open another picture. It was one of my boyfriend and me that had been taken the same day.

"Nikki!" I was getting pissed at her. Dad was going to reappear in seconds and she was still flashing her boobs.

"And this one?" she asked, ignoring my protest completely. It was a picture of dad standing between our two boyfriends.

"What?" I finally asked.

"Describe them."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I glanced back towards the house.

"Don't worry about your daddy. With a cock as big as his he'll be busy for a long time."

"You don't know he has a big cock." I stamped my bare foot in anger as I said it.

"Describe them!" she insisted as she held out her computer towards me. I said nothing as I studied the picture.

"Well, who's the best looking?" she finally demanded, then uttered a string of questions before I could answer the first.

"The sexiest?

"Who's the only man in the picture?

"Who has hair on his chest?

"Who's the tallest?

"Who would be the best in bed?

"Which of the three has the biggest cock?

"The hardest one?

"Who could deliver the biggest load?"

Nikki's questions came staccato like, fired one after the other.

"That's not fair. Greg's cute ... and sexy ... and fun ... and-"

"Answer my questions!"

"But--"

"Your father has a bigger one than either Greg or Danny," Nikki said authoritatively.

"You don't know that," I denied even while I acknowledged it silently to myself. Greg and Danny might be cute eighteen year olds but when placed on either side of dad like they were in the picture the answer to every one of Nikki's questions was obvious. Dad was a clear winner. He was a man standing between two boys. But that didn't mean...

I heard the patio's screen door slide open as I mused on the picture in front of me. "Put this on," I begged as I held out Nikki's top to her.

The small triangles of yellow cloth were sorta covering Nikki's breasts, at least her nipples, when my father, laden with a tray carrying two banana splits, two cokes and a beer for him, arrived poolside.

"My top came undone Mister McIntosh," Nikki said huskily as she held the cloth against her boobs. "Hurry up and do it up you doofus," she ordered me, said in a tone that made it sound as if it was somehow my fault that her breasts were spilling out of her suit.

And as I snapped her top shut I couldn't help but see that daddy's eyes had drifted down and were latched onto Nikki's bosom. And, although I didn't see it, I'm pretty sure that for just a second she'd let the top drop just enough to give my dad a glimpse of a straining pink nipple. I knew it had been straining because by the time we all got sitting back down again both of Nikki's nipples were clearly pushing through the thin material that attempted to encase her breasts. SLUT!

And while eating the banana split I couldn't get the image of daddy's penis spurting out a thick line of cream down each side of the banana I was eating. And, even though I knew the idea was preposterous, the banana split did seem to leave a peculiar aftertaste. But it had tasted so good going down.

Sunday - Night

"Hi. Watcha doing?" I asked as I walked into dad's study. I was wearing a satin robe over my PJ's and was drying my hair. The TV was on and he was holding a laptop on his lap.

"What are you doing home so early sweetie?" dad asked back. "I didn't hear you come in." He couldn't hide the fact that besides being surprised he was also happy to see me. He patted the spot next to him and I dutifully plopped down next to him on the sofa.

"Greg had a headache, he always seems to have one these days," I answered with a pout as I nestled against his body. Oh my gawd, did I really say that I asked myself silently. A little grin appeared on dad's lips. "Boys are weird," I added quickly.

"I suppose we are," dad agreed as he put his arm around me. I couldn't help but remember Nikki's questions from the afternoon as I was engulfed in dad's hug. I'd never felt quite this warm or protected with any of my boyfriends.

"Do you like Greg daddy?" I asked softly.

It took a second before dad answered. "Yeah, he's an okay guy," he finally conceded tentatively.

"What if he asked you if he could marry me?"

"WHAAAAAAT! You're not--"

"Of course not. I just wondered what you'd say," I answered with a shy grin.

"Do you love him?"

Surprisingly it was an easy answer and slipped out without thought. "Uh uh. It's like he's suddenly too young for me. I'm sorta looking forward to not having a boyfriend. Nikki feels the same way about Danny. We can't wait til next fall."

"You're lucky Emily ... so darn lucky honey," dad finally said as he gave me a loving squeeze. "University ... new friends ... experiences ... they'll be the best years of your life."

"I'll miss you and mom."

"For two days," dad said with a laugh. "Then you'll be so busy and having so much fun you'll forget to even call us."

"Never," I whispered.

"And you'll have every boy in the freshman class swooning at your feet."

"I want a man now," I said quietly.

"Oh don't worry, you'll find them," dad promised. "College men will look and seem different."

"I want someone like you".

"Hah! You don't want any old geezer like me."

"You're not that old. And you are going out with Caaarmen," I told my thirty-nine year old father. I couldn't keep the disapproval out of my voice as I said his young girlfriend's name so I quickly rushed on. "Anyway I've decided that my next boyfriend is going to be someone with hair on his chest."

"I'm not sure that should be your prime consideration when deciding which college man to date," dad answered, a smile on his lips.

"Nikki thinks it just might be the most important thing to look for in a man. She says that it's a sure sign of male virility."

"Does she?" Dad loved Nikki. But he was used to her schemes and bizarre ideas by now and so couldn't keep the tinge of exasperation out of his next words. "And what other wonderful words of wisdom have fallen from the lips of our lovely Miss Hall?"

"She likes your hairy chest especially," I answered with a smirk. Dad lifted his eyes to the heavens in response. I snuggled even closer to him.

"Somebody should have put her over his lap years ago and given her rear end a good tanning," dad said with fake seriousness.

"She'd probably love it if you were doing the spanking," I answered slyly. Gawd, I was flirting with my daddy! And I never, and I mean never, had thought of him that way before that day. Stupid Nikki and her bloody 'banana spermed split' I thought.

For the next few minutes neither of us said anything; nestled together we were both lost in our own thoughts. I finally reluctantly stirred. "I guess I better get to bed. School day tomorrow."

"Love you honey," my father said as he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Me too daddy," I answered as I stood up and then stretched slowly. I was unconsciously displaying myself for my father and somehow knew it. What was I doing? Why? He was my father!

And yet I still couldn't stop the next words from slipping from my lips. "Hey, will you come and tuck me in tonight," I asked in a little girl's voice from the doorway.

There was a quick look of surprise on his face. Then indecision. Finally he said as he got to his feet, "Heck honey, I don't think you've asked me to do that in ten years." But then he quickly added, "You go do your teeth and jump into bed and I'll come in a few minutes."

He was my father for crying out loud. But my body, encased only in a thin covering of pink silk, my favourite pair of pajamas, was trembling from head to toe when my father tentatively tapped on my bedroom door five minutes later.

"You decent?" he asked as he slowly came through the door. My bedside lamp was on. Only a thin sheet covered me. Oh my gawd. Dad was in his pj's!

"Of course I am," I answered as he sat down on the edge of my bed. I pulled myself up and sat up against the headboard. The sheet slipped to my waist. My nipples were tingling under their thin covering.

"Remember when I used to sleep with you and mom whenever there was a thunderstorm," I started.

Dad laughed at the memory. "You were about four or five at the time. We knew you'd eventually outgrow it."

"Hah! I never did, I'm still afraid of them. I remember the night you told me I couldn't sleep with you and mom anymore. I was seven," I said as I slid down from my sitting position and under the sheet. "I was soooo scared," I told my father as I peeked out from under the sheet. "I was crying." I saw in his eyes as I spoke that dad too now remembered the night. "You came into my bedroom ... and crawled under the covers on my little bed and held me while the thunder roared. You stayed all night," I remembered even as I lifted the sheet and invited my father in.

"There's no thunder tonight," he whispered even as he slipped in next to me.

"The weather guy on Channel 4 said there might be some later," I said in my best innocent little girl's voice as I snuggled up against him. It was a teensy lie -- I hadn't seen the weather cast that night. But it might have been true.

My father shouldn't have stayed that night. Mind you I shouldn't have invited him in the first place. But as I lay in the dark an hour later, still awake while he snored in his sleep, I easily rationalized it. He's my father. There's nothing wrong with sleeping together. I mean this had nothing to do with sex I told myself. What kind of stupid idea was that! Eventually I fell asleep...

...and slept peacefully and innocently until about 4:17 in the morning. I know it was exactly 4:17 because when I drowsily awakened I found myself lying on my side and facing the bright red digital numbers of my alarm clock. I watched the numbers for about fifteen seconds before I almost fell off the bed in panic. SOMEONES IN MY BED my brain screamed in terror. Oh my gawd ... a RAPIST? Does he have a gun? Is that what's poking into my back? Just milliseconds before letting out a blood curdling scream I remembered. Daddy?

I turned over and faced him. Panic subsided as I made out the features of my father in the dim light. But something was still poking me. Just below my belly button. And suddenly it hit me what it was even before I looked. Slowly and quietly I leaned over and flicked on my bedside lamp to low. Daddy, his breathing deep and regular, didn't wake up. It was sticking out of the slit in his pajama bottoms. It was bigger than Greg's. Much bigger. Nikki had been more than right.

Don't look at it my mind ordered after I'd been watching it in an almost hypnotic trance for over a minute. DON'T TOUCH IT screamed through my brain as the fingers of my right hand involuntarily started inching towards the mesmerizing, ivory colored shaft as it bobbed in the dim light.

I didn't touch it! In fact I immediately turned off the light and moved my body to the extreme edge of my bed. And tried to sleep. Why did daddy have an erection? And how would it ever fit in someone? It took me over an hour to fall asleep again...

****

"Wake up sleepyhead." I felt somebody shake my shoulder as the words seeped into my still muddled brain. "It's almost eight." I identified dad's voice. I opened my eyes. Dad was standing by the side of my bed. He was doing up the buttons on one of his dress shirts. He had suit pants and shoes and socks already on.

"When did you get up? Why didn't you wake me?" I asked as I stretched my body sinuously. More unconscious displaying.

"If you hurry I'll give you a drive to school," he answered. "Five minutes ... c'mon, chop, chop," he said, a smile on his lips as he retreated from the room.

****

"You know daddy you're the first man I've ever spent the whole night in bed with," I told my father as he drove me towards school fifteen minutes later. The lunch he'd packed for Nikki and I was in my lap. I`d kept my eyes on the road in front of us as I`d talked.

"Well, it wasn't really--"

"Not even with Greg," I added, interrupting him. I glanced over. He clearly didn't know what to say.

And when we'd pulled up to the front of the school and I'd hopped out of the car I left him with one last thought. "It was really nice daddy, can we do it again tonight?" I skipped off before he could answer.

Monday -- School

I didn't tell Nikki what had happened the night before when we were in school that day. And I'd always told her everything. Of course I knew I eventually would but it just wasn't the right time.

Tell her I slept with my dad? That I'd felt his erection against my bum? That she'd been right about its size?

Mind you I did tell her that I'd told dad that she liked his hairy chest.

"You didn't! Please Ems, tell me you didn't say anything."

I smiled innocently back. "I told him you want him to put his big penis between your breasts and--"

"You are such a liar! And I thought you didn't know if he had a big cock or not."

"It's this big," I said as I held my hands more than a foot apart.

"Liar! And you called me a slut?"

Monday Night - Carmen's Story

I knew I wanted to sleep with daddy that second night. But I also knew that it was going to be tricky to negotiate it. Okay, once was just a dad and his daughter innocently sleeping together. But a second time? Not that it was sexual or anything. It could never be that. At least that's what I told myself. I decided I'd use Carmen as an excuse. I didn't know what I was letting myself in for.

I waited until dad had gone to bed. I had a shower. Put on a nightie. Yes, okay, it was a lace one. But I just wanted to have a talk with my dad. And besides, the night before had been the first time in my whole life that I'd actually spent a whole night in a man's bed. You sleep much better when you're nestled up against someone I rationalised as I walked down the hallway to his master suite. Unless of course you're getting poked!

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