For a while up until the night of the eleventh, I had noticed my dad watching me around the house. At the time, I was fifteen, and had a rocking body that I was proud of.
Anyway, my daddy seemed to keep a very close eye on me for a very long time. And I know it wasn't parental. This was getting deeper.
On the night of the eleventh, my mother was out with a few of her friends, and wouldn't be back until late. It was just me and dad.
I made my daddy supper that night, and we sat across the table from each other, stone silent. It was when I was eating my supper that I felt something jab the inside of my thigh. Figuring that it was just our dog wanting food, I snatched a piece of food off of my plate and slipped my hand under the table with the piece of meatloaf.
I happened to look down at my thigh, and what I saw made me drop the meatloaf. My dad's sock-covered foot was rubbing up and down my thigh, inching closer and closer to my pussy.
I was unfortunately wearing a mini, mini skirt, and I wasn't even wearing panties.
My dad's foot got closer and closer to my pussy, and pretty soon I jumped up from the table, slamming my spoon down.
"Daaaaaaaaaddddddy!" I shrieked, breathing hard.
"No. I know, Daddy." I said, realization sweeping through my body. I dashed to my room and locked the door. I decided I was going to go to bed.
I slipped on a bra and panties, and covered myself up in blankets, willing myself to forget what just happened.
I had fallen asleep when I feel something touching my pussy. I shot up, and almost hit my dad, who was staring at me, in the face with my knee.
"Briella, please, honey. Don't you love me?" He asked. He already had his hand on my panties.
"Don't you want this?"
"Yes..." I was breathing hard, and let out a shaky laugh. "Yes, I do."
My daddy, I had just realized, was completely naked on my bed, his cock erect and hard. Just looking at it made me wet.
I sighed, standing up. He did the same.
"Alright. I'll do this." Daddy pulled me closer to him, and kissed me deep and passionately on the lips. He then moved down, kissing my neck, and then my chest.
He stopped when he got to my breasts.
He slipped the bra off of my shoulders, revealing my size D breasts. He rubbed my breasts together and sucked on the right one. His cock got even harder, if that was believable.
He then slipped off my panties, and, noticing I was dripping wet, drew me in closer.
He shoved me against the wall, and positioned his cock directly in front of my pussy. He started to put the head in, and I let out a cry.
This pleased him, and he started pushing it in further and further. He soon brought it back out, and...shoved it back in as hard as he could. He had just taken my cherry.
Here my daddy was, fucking me against the wall. And I didn't mind. I was moaning and shrieking, and the pleasure was mine.
I felt this sensation sweep over me, and I knew that I was reaching my orgasm.
"Daddy! I'm cumming!" I cried just in time. He pulled his cock out a little, and hot cum spilled from my body onto his cock.
He started to fuck me harder and faster, and before long, he yelled,
"Bri, I'm going to cum!" I let him cum inside me, before he could take his cock out.
We went to bed together, both naked, both holding each other tightly.
In the morning, my mother came home, and noticed nothing was different...
Until I started feeling sick.
As it turns out, I was pregnant. At fifteen. My mother was very angry at first, but now she joins us in our fucking. And as for the baby, we found great adoptive parents who named him Joel. Joel is now four, and I see him a lot. But we just want him to think that Shelby and James (his adoptive parents) had him.
Until he gets older, we shall keep this a secret from him.
UNTIL NEXT TIME! CIAO!