I Didn't Know: An Incestual Journey

This is an entirely fictional father/daughter love story of consensual adult incest. If such a topic upsets you then please go somewhere else.

PLEASE NOTE: This story alternates between the fathers perspective and the daughters, I'm sure you will figure out which is which. You may wonder at first why this is an incest story, but that's the twist for my unsuspecting characters! It's a slow burner but your patience will be rewarded...Enjoy!

I was late for work. I had dropped my car keys in the gutter in a hurry. I had walked four miles in heels and had now spilt coffee on my skirt, bumping into someone on my way out of a coffee shop. I was in a right state and had walked straight into this man. My papers spewed out onto the floor.

"I'm sorry"

"No, please I'm ever so sorry, it was all my fault, I'm late for work and I'm in such a rush" I countered. He helped me pick up my papers and on giving them to me I realised that I was looking into the most warm, chocolate coloured eyes smiling at me.

Now let's get this straight. I'm 5 ft 7, quite slim with nice breasts, long dark brown hair to past my shoulders and dark brown eyes. I kind of look like Kate Bush, if I had to compare myself to anyone. I'm 25 and i work at an office firm. I'm doing alright for myself.

Now this man was about 5 ft 8, lean build, not skinny, not stocky. Right in the middle. He was definitely older than me by ten years at least. He had dark chocolate coloured eyes and brown hair, dressed very smartly like myself, minus the coffee stain I had successfully acquired.

He finished helping me pick my papers up from the floor and we both stood up, moving to let others by.

"Thank you so much"

"It's no problem" he was studying me. "Will you get there in good time?"

I grinned sheepishly. "Not really, but I'll make it."

"Would you like a lift?"

"No thanks, its right around the corner from here now"

"Alright. Listen, I .. I don't suppose you would like to meet up for a coffee later, or a meal maybe? I hope it doesn't sound .."

"That sounds good to me" I wrote down my number on a piece of paper and gave it to him.

"Thanks. Ill text you in a bit and see what time suits you later?"

"Great"

"Well I guess I'll see you later then"

"See you" I smiled, waltzing out of the coffee shop.

Talk about pulling power! This man was really handsome! "Life can be sweet" I murmured to myself absently, walking the rest of the way to work.

I received a text later.

"Hi! This is the stranger from the coffee shop this morning! My name is David. Hope you would like to join me for some dinner tonight somewhere?"

I texted him back:

"Yes I would. Do you know Lacey's?" I liked the food there and wanted to go somewhere i know and where I would be safe. I'm a pretty streetwise kind of girl.

"On St. Michaels Street? Sure. What time?"

I thought for a few seconds. "About eight?"

"Sounds perfect, I'll see you there, unless you need a lift?"

"No thank you, ill meet you outside".

I got ready to leave work, wondering what my date would be like tonight.

At eight o clock I met him outside Lacey's. I was wearing a knee length satin purple dress (I don't go for bland!) with red lipstick and black mascara and black heels. David was wearing a black suit with a red tie.

"Good evening" I kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you for coming"

I chose a table in the middle on the left hand side of the restaurant and we sat and ordered.

We talked for a while over our meal. "How old are you?" he asked once we had finished.

"I'm 25. And you?"

He put his glass down. "I'm 43"

I smiled. "And a very handsome forty three at that"

He smiled. "You're too kind".

I realised throughout our conversation that I loved the way the skin crinkled around his eyes as he smiled at me.

We finished up and headed for the door. Once we were outside I stopped.

"I've really enjoyed this evening" I told him.

"I have also. You are a very interesting young lady. Would you like to do this again?"

"Yes, I would like that" i said, moving closer to him.

"Great, ill text you. Goodnight", he said, bending down to kiss me on the cheek. I lifted my head to press my lips against his and I felt him respond briefly.

I thought about him all the next day at work. Thought about his demeanour, his smile, the way he talked.

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I thought about her while I was working, on my way home, and indoors with a gin and tonic. I thought about the way she walked, the way her body moved, how mesmerizing her eyes were and the tinkle of her voice. She was so alive and creative. I was musing over her when i heard the buzz of my phone on the table opposite me. Was it her? I checked my messages. No. It was my mobile network offering me free texts.

I decided to text her. "Hey, how are you this evening?" I left it a few minutes and relaxed, taking a sip of my drink and choosing a book from my bookcase. A minute later I heard my phone buzz.

It was her. "Nothing much, just preparing some paperwork while listening to an album. You?"

I replied: "Having a read. What are you listening to?"

"Beatles. The White album"

I text her back: "You're far too young for that!"

She replied: "You wanna bet? : P"

I smiled. This lady was too sweet. I sent her the message "See you tomorrow x"

I sat back to read, anticipating the day to come.

The next evening she entered the building with a swish of her long red dress. Wow. I watched her as she approached my table, smiling. I was captivated by her. "Good evening, stranger!" she greeted me warmly.

"Good evening, enchantress" she smiled at me mysteriously.

After our meal we walked outside together. She came up close to me and looked up, initiating a kiss and I could hold out no longer. I wrapped my arm firmly around her waist and kissed her passionately.

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I had lifted my head up for a kiss and the next thing I knew we were kissing passionately. As we continued to kiss I put my arm up to rest on his shoulder, leaning my head to one side as I concentrated on his kiss. I pressed myself up against him insistently, wanting to feel his warmth in the cold night air. Eventually we broke apart, each of us shuddering, the air icy. "Are you cold? Would you like to borrow my jacket?"

"It's alright, thanks"

He looked at me inquisitively. "..Would you like to come home with me?" he asked softly. I paused for a second, studying his face. It was solemn, searching. "Yes" I spoke, "Yes I would". He smiled softly and opened his car door to me. "Thank you" I said, sliding into the front passenger seat.

Once we were parked up outside his house we kissed until we pulled apart breathlessly in the car. "Are you sure you don't want me to drop you home?" he asked. I nodded, looking into his eyes. He got out of the car, walked round to the passenger side and took my hand gently. I stepped out and he locked the car then led me by hand to his front door. I watched him as he unlocked the door before stepping inside.

I walked through to the living room and he took my coat off my shoulders.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked. I shook my head.

He approached me, standing in front of me, looking at me for a moment while looked straight at him. He took his hands and gently stroked my face, brushing my hair from my cheek. "Is this what you want?" he asked softly. I looked at his lips, moving my head closer than staring into his eyes. He stepped forward and kissed me. He kissed me slowly for a minute or so before I began to kiss him back. I accepted his soft kisses as he began to run his hands down my back soothingly. I opened my mouth slightly and tentatively began to kiss him deeper, bringing my hand to the back of his head. As I opened up to him his hands roamed my back and his hand began to move up from my waist to my breast. He found my nipple through the fabric and I moaned encouragingly, running my hands through his hair. I backed up against the stairs, pulling him to me. I could feel myself getting wetter. He caressed me some more until I heard those whispered words "would you like to go upstairs?" "Yes!" I murmured.

"After you" he whispered.

I walked up the stairs modestly, his hand in mine. I walked down the hall to the entrance to his bedroom and turned around, facing him with an expectant smile. I walked back slowly as he approached me in the doorway before he took me in his arms, one hand stroking my face as I looked up at him. He brought his face down to mine and kissed me tenderly. Our kisses became heated and passionate, I felt like there was a fire between my legs that needed to be sated. His hand moved behind my head, stroking my hair. I unzipped his trousers and they puddled at his ankles as he kicked them off, discarding his shirt in the process. I slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders and it fell to the floor, leaving me in only my panties. He brought his hands to my buttocks and squeezed them, pressing me hard against his throbbing member. "Mmm" I moaned softly as he ground his hips against my own as we kissed almost violently. He walked me back to the bed, kissing my neck, nibbling my ears and throat. It was only when I felt the cool bedclothes behind the backs of my knees that I let myself fall back onto the bed. He lay me down and began to kiss from my throat to my breasts, taking my nipples into his mouth, running his tongue over them and sucking on them gently as I moaned and thrust my hips against his hard on. He kissed hot kisses down my belly and leant down to remove my panties, exposing my pretty pussy, my soft triangle of curls. He looked at me with pure lust in his eyes and his lips landed squarely on my pussy, seeking out my insides. He licked all over my pussy, tasting my essence before seeking out my clit. I moaned as I felt his mouth on me and his tongue finally stroked my clit. "Ahh!" i mewled as he licked me over and over, taking me to the edge. I felt my orgasm take over, ripping through me as I writhed in ecstasy. I gasped loudly and felt my pussy convulse, felt him kiss my pussy and slide his fingers inside me. "Wow, I can't believe how wet you are"

"I've been wet for you since Lacey's"

He ran his fingers along my wet slit, my hips moving to meet his fingers. I sat up and felt his hardness beneath his boxers, stripping them off to expose his hard cock. He stood up and I took him into my mouth, first running my tongue over and along his length before engulfing him in my mouth to suck on firmly, my tongue caressing every smooth ridge of his hardness. I loved the way he felt in my mouth, so hard and ready. It made my pussy even wetter. After a moment he gasped, bringing his hand to my jaw so I looked up at him, his dick hanging halfway out of my mouth. "Sweetheart, I want to be inside you" he whispered, stroking my face. I understood. I lay back on the bed, moving back further, my legs spread, the scent of my arousal in the air. He smiled as he ran his big cockhead up my length, feeling my wetness before positioning his dick to enter me, pressing up against my pussy, demanding to be let in. I moaned softly as I felt the first few inches of his cock inside me. He fed the rest of his cock into my slippery pussy a few inches at a time, letting me feel his length as he filled me with his big cock. "Ohh, you're so tight, sweetie", he murmured as he slid his hands under my hips, lifting me up towards him as he thrust in and out of me. I got wetter and wetter as he slid his cock inside me faster, deeper, his hips rocking into me as we established a natural rhythm. I felt pleasure through all the nerve endings in my cunt as he fucked me, I wanted him to do it again and again. "Such a pretty pussy" he murmured "Filled with your big cock!" I moaned, "Fuck me hard, David! Fill my pussy up, please fill my pussy.."

I was rewarded with the first spurt of his ejaculate coating my walls as he groaned, shooting his load, coming hard into my pussy.

He quieted after a moment, gathering me in his arms and holding me close after his climax. We kissed, long deep kisses, we got comfortable in his bed and I stayed with him all night.

**********

I awoke to find the most perfect beauty lying next to me. Her hair was draped over her shoulder and her mouth was slightly parted. The rise and fall of her wonderfully pert young breasts made me feel aroused yet fascinated. The curve of her hips was exciting. She was, in every sense of the word, beautiful. I lay back down next to her and wrapped my arm around her waist, my hand reaching up to cup her breast. I felt her nipple grow hard under my palm. I shut my eyes but within a moment felt her hair brush my face, tickling my nose. I opened my eyes and she was looking down at me, smiling.

"Good morning, sweetheart. You look just as gorgeous as you did last night" I told her, running my hands through her hair. She smiled and leant over me, her hand the other side of my waist as she leant down and kissed me. "Rowr" I said playfully and she laughed, her hair cascading over my shoulders as she straddled me. "I'm very awake, are you?" she said coyly. "Awake enough for you" i murmured, grabbing onto her hips. She wriggled above me and I felt myself getting hard for her. She rubbed herself up against me like a cat, kissing my chest as she ground herself into me. She began to rock above me, my cock sliding between her wet pussy lips lubricating my hardness. I groaned. She had me. She knew it. She looked at me, her sexy smile only getting sexier as she impaled herself on my cock. Feeling myself in her tight pussy was divine. I was in heaven. She rode me fast, her hips moving swiftly back and forth along my shaft, god her breasts looked amazing as they bounced above me, it made me want to come. I watched her breasts as they jiggled above me and that set me off, I felt myself exploding inside her. "Ohh, fuck" I groaned as I held her hips firmly for the last spurts of my come, feeling myself begin to relax. She kissed my head. "Mind if I take a shower?" she asked, moving from the bed.

"No of course not" I said, relaxing back on the bed as I heard the shower come on in the bathroom.

I heard her enter the room a short while later. She was dressed. "I'm going now, I have work and I have to go home and get changed", she said, rummaging through her bag. "Oh, sure, yeah" of course, work. I had to go to work too. I checked the clock. It was six o clock. I had a little time. "When will I see you next?" I asked her. She paused. "Let's do the weekend" she said finally. Well how about we do Friday night? No work on Saturday for you either is there?" She asked, swinging her keys around on her finger "No, let's hook up Friday night" I smiled. "Good, see you then"

And then she was gone.

**********

We had so much fun Friday night. We fucked like there was no tomorrow, our bodies melting into one. Saturday he cooked us a wonderful meal and we were going through his old photos. "That hairstyle looks so funny on you" I grinned. "Oh you think that's funny do you?" he said playfully, coming up from behind me and grasping my waist, nuzzling his face into my hair. We laughed together and he went back into the kitchen to finish putting the dishes away. As I was flipping through his photos I came across one photo that shocked me. "David, come here a minute" I called. "What is it sweetie?" he asked, coming in, drying up a plate. "Why do you have a picture of my mother?" I asked quizzically. "Let me have a look" he said. I gave him the photo and he whispered "Linda .. she's your mother?"

"Was" I corrected him. "She died when I was ten" "Oh" he looked shocked. "I'm so sorry honey, I didn't realise that she had passed away". He held me and kissed my head. "I was with your mother for two years. Does that bother you sweetie? It doesn't matter to me, your mother was a lovely woman. We got on very well but it just wasn't to be" I shook my head. "No, it doesn't bother me" it really didn't. I was actually pleased that my mother had dated such a nice man that would have treated her well. I knew that David wouldn't be the sort of man to compare me to my mother. "I'm sorry honey" he said, kissing me again. "No, it's okay" I kissed him back. "I loved my mother. I never knew my real father". "Who brought you up?" he asked. "My step father" I said, "he was okay.." I was thinking and suddenly froze. "What years were you with my mother?" I asked. "Oh, let me think.. isn't it on the back of the photograph?" he asked. I turned it over. "Dec 1984" I thought for a minute. "I was born in October 1985", I told him, "and you were with my Mum up until that year .. so she must have got pregnant just after you broke up?" "Must have done", he said. "There's no way that .. oh god" he dropped the plate and it shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor. "No .. its impossible, she never" he went pale. I was frozen. "She told me that my father never knew about me" I finished. "She told me that he wouldn't want to know". "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?" he asked, rather shaken. "Well, it's possible isn't it?" I asked, moving round on the chair to face him, leaning over. "I never got Linda pregnant, she would have told me" he said. "Look, I can prove it to you. I have it written down somewhere when we broke up, if you want me to?" he asked. "Yes, I would like the peace of mind" I replied.

About half an hour later he returned. It had taken him a while to find the calendar for that year he had retrieved from the loft. "Cassie, when were you born again?" he asked. "25th October 1985" I said. His face was ashen. The colour drained from his face. "Well according to my calendar it says that your Mum and I broke up the week of, 14th April '85" he said, which means that according to my calculations.."

".. she would have been about two months pregnant" I finished. The feeling in the pit of my stomach made me feel sick. I looked wide eyed at David. He looked equally as worried as I. "But I'm sure she wasn't, she would have told me.." he finished, exasperated. "Oh jesus, Cassie, you don't think it's possible" ".. well would my Mum have slept with anyone else while she was with you?" I demanded. "Oh no, Cassie your mother.. she wasn't like that, she would never.. and neither would I" he said. "We weren't those kind of people" "So there's a good chance you could be my father" I finished. "Well, unfortunately Cassie it is possible, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but we shouldn't panic, your mother might well have conceived after we split up and had you prematurely or something, I'm sure it's quite possible" he finished. I was really worried. "We cant.." I said finally. "Shh, I know sweetie. I understand" he said, holding me. "I'm so worried, David" I said. "Don't worry, I'm sure there could be another explanation, we mustn't worry yet" he said. "If you want me to sleep on the couch I'm perfectly happy to.." "No, I want to sleep next to you" I said. "Okay, shall we sit and watch a film together until it gets late?" he asked, searchingly. "Yes, that would be nice" I said finally.

We sat down and watched a film together but the impending worry of what may or may not be was a weight on our minds that night.

When we went to bed we slept side by side, my face snuggled into his chest. I turned around during the night and when I woke up I felt his hardness pressed up against me. I turned around and studied him, but he was fast asleep, unaware of his predicament. I looked at his straining cock outlined in the thin material in his trousers and wished that I could just hold it and.. well I couldn't. He looked so adorable. I snuggled back up against him and enjoyed the feeling for what it was until I fell asleep.

The next day when we woke up I spoke to him about it, we couldn't just leave things unsaid. "I would like you to have a paternity test" I said. "My father was never on my birth certificate, so that's the only way to be sure" he looked at me. "Okay then, of course, I'm happy to do whatever you want, it will be good for both of us to know for sure" I paused. "How come you think for sure that you're not my father?" I asked. "The problem is that I don't" he said gravely. I could see how much this was troubling him. I got up and held him, holding him in my arms. He held me gently but closely, nuzzling his face into my hair and kissing my head". When I was about to leave he had only one thing to say. "I just want you to know that either way, you are very special to me, and I don't really want to lose you" he said, looking at me as he leant against the door. I nodded. "I'll see you soon" I said. He nodded. I felt for him, I really did. He had evoked a passion inside me that no one else had ever done. I reached out on the doorstep and touched his face. "I'll be back, I promise".