Ben Valentine - Incest girl
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Ben Valentine
Incest girl
CHAPTER ONE
"Well, I'd better get going," said Paula's mother with a warm smile. "I have a lot of things to do downtown if we're going on that picnic tomorrow."
Paula looked at her attractive thirty-eight-year old mother from where she lay stretched out on a blanket, on the soft grass by the side of the pool. "Do you want me to come along, Mom?"
Her mother glanced at her husband lounging in a deck chair beside his daughter's blanket, then smiled at Paula. "You both look much too comfortable for me to disturb you. You keep your father company. I have to stop by the hospital too, and visit Mrs. Barker, so I'll be most of the afternoon. When I get back you can help me get supper ready."
"Okay, Mom."
"Goodbye, dear," said Paula's father.
Thank goodness she's gone, thought Paula, fidgeting restlessly on the soft blanket. Now I can get a chance to really talk to. Dad without her making me look like a child. What's the matter with her anyway? You'd think that she could see that I'm grown up. One thing for sure, I'll never treat my daughter like that when I'm thirty-eight. Dad is so different. He treats me like a woman, and gosh – is he ever good looking! He should have been a movie star. I wonder what it'd be like to be kissed by him – a real kiss, I mean, not a fatherly peck on the cheek. Heather said you can always tell if a man is a good lover by the way he kisses. I wonder where she heard that.
"Hey, young lady. What are you so deep in thought about?" her father asked, grinning at her. "You look like you have all the problems of the world, resting on those beautiful white shoulders of yours."
Paula blushed, wondering for a moment if he was reading her thoughts. A strange and exciting tingle swirled through her almost naked body as she thought of telling her father what she'd really been thinking. Would he really kiss her – plunge his tongue deep into her mouth the way a man kisses a woman?
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Paula laughed, her young femininity asserting itself. "Besides, I don't have white shoulders. Look – I've got a really good tan!"
Her father looked. As the precocious girl pushed down the top of the scanty material that encased her taut young buttocks, she revealed a strip of snow white, girlishly taut belly. But more than that she also displayed her fringe of golden pubic hair for her father's eager eyes to gaze upon. He looked amused, but Paula was quick to notice he was undeniably aroused as well. She could see his excited cock was making a considerable bulge in the front of his trousers. The thought that she had caused that gave Paula a sense of power – and confidence.
"Sure, honey, you have a beautiful tan," her father replied in a low, intimate voice that made Paula feel weak and wonderfully warm in the pit at her belly. "But you didn't answer my question – what were you thinking about? Your boyfriend, maybe…"
Paula shook her head, her golden hair flouncing about her shoulders, and smiled up at her handsome father in a provocative way. "You guessed wrong."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No!"
"You're a very beautiful girl. There must be all kinds of boys wanting to be your boyfriend."
"Well… sure! I could have a boyfriend if I wanted one." But Paula suddenly didn't want to talk about boys, or even think about them, and she quickly changed the subject. "After all, I am eighteen. But you wouldn't know it around here, where you get treated like a kid all the time."
"I don't treat you like a kid, do I, honey? I don't think of you as one."
Paula was aware of her father's eyes running over her voluptuous, golden tanned figure in an intense, meaningful way. She forced herself to meet her father's direct, oddly exciting gaze. Tremors of arousal teased her already swollen pussy, which she'd been gently caressing just before he came out to the poolside and sat with her. She didn't quite know what was happening but she followed the instinctive wishes of her sensuous flesh. She parted her pretty mouth in a half-smile as her firm-fleshed hips gave a subtle deliberate wriggle on the blanket on which she lay.
"No Daddy. Not you. You treat me the way I want to be treated. I was thinking of Mom and my brother. A whole year older – big deal! I'm so glad Dennis is over at his friend's house for the afternoon and Mom has gone shopping. I get so little chance to be with you, without someone else butting in."
"I know how you feel, honey. I'd like to spend a lot of time with you – as two adults," her father continued, encouraged by Paula's obvious response to his lewd stare. "It's a mistake to treat teenagers like children. When a girl has the body of an adult, she's entitled to be treated as an adult."
"Oh Daddy! I'm so glad to hear you say that!" Paula exclaimed.
"Now if you'll excuse me, honey, I'll fix another drink. One for you too. A light one."
Her father strolled toward the poolside bar, his dark eyes never leaving Paula's trim shapely buttock as he dropped ice into two glasses and filed them from a bottle. Unresolved questions churned in Paula's brain. Was the drink suggestion an intentional play to loosen any reservations she might have? At the same time she wondered if her father could possibly be so brash as to be considering the possibility of seducing his daughter. The idea that he might be thinking such a thing made the lips of her cunt moisten until the crotch of her skimpy bikini panties were wet.
Paula watched with a half-smile on her face as her father came toward her. His gaze was fixed on the mounds of her budding tits, jutting from her brief halter like two fully ripened peaches.
"Here you are, angel," he said to Paula as he handed her the tall glass. He stretched out alongside her on the blanket, instead of sitting back down on the deck chair. As if by accident, his hand brushed along the sculptured curve of Paula's bare thigh. As casual as his touch was, Paula felt her flesh break out in excited goose bumps in response to the contact she knew was deliberate.
Paula knew all too well how boys liked to feel her legs. Now and then one of them managed to get his hand up under her dress. And during a slow dance at a party, a boy would hold her close against him and rub his solid erection against her pussy mound. But never had this aroused her to such a peak of desire as now, as her father's hand brushed against her leg. She felt unequipped to deal with such an intense emotion.
"Thanks Daddy," she said, nervously taking a large swig of the potent drink he had handed her.
Her father sipped his own drink slowly, his dark eyes fixed upon Paula's curvaceous figure, and she watched a licentious little smile playing around his mouth. There was no doubt in her mind that his light touch had been deliberate, and she felt certain he wasn't going to stop there.
He rolled onto his side so that he lay only inches from Paula's firm, sun-tanned flesh. His hand reached over and he caressed her knee in a friendly, paternal way. At once Paula's smooth flesh began to quiver beneath his lingering fingers and she knew her horny father was gloating to himself at the progress he was making.
He paused for a second, ever so gradually feeling Paula's silken-skinned knees, then moved further up along her leg. "But sweetheart, you never answered my question…"
"Wh-what?" It wasn't easy for Paula to concentrate on anything but her father's sensuous hand feeling her naked leg. Urgent waves of desire shot from her leg to every nerve-ending in her hotly aroused young body, as she stared at her half empty glass to avoid meeting her father's lust filled eyes.
"What were you thinking about? A few minutes ago, when you got that faraway look in your eyes?"
As he spoke, her father placed his free hand on, Paula's soft cheek and turned her face toward his, staring deeply into her soft brown eyes. The intensity of Paula's expression unnerved him for a moment. Being a child of the sexual revolution, the bikini-clad girl was curious and eager to develop her sexuality, rather than feeling fear and guilt, over her body's healthy change toward womanhood.
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