Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

"Well… " My mind raced in ever-widening circles looking for a clue. Something Daddy had said struck me as relevant. He had had a paper round as a boy and he prided himself on having been such an industrious lad. "We could work for the money," I said shyly.

"Work?" The girls looked at me as if I had betrayed them.

"Yes, you know, do odd jobs, mow lawns and stuff like that." It sounded lame even as I put the idea forward, and the only reason no one laughed at me was that they couldn't come up with anything better.

"Well, I don't know how far that will take us," said Eva after it had become clear that no other bright ideas were about to be tossed into the ring. "How much could the five of us make that way? A few dollars here, a few there, and by the time we get enough money we'll be married with half a dozen kids!"

"You might be, dear," Farley said sweetly, "but I'm sure the others will hold off for a few weeks. Okay, girls, we'll work. But we'll also start up a few other projects, such as a raffle, a garage sale, a benefit concert of some kind, and if we put our all into it I'm sure we'll get there, For now, why don't you all go have your lunch and rest up for the game tonight. In the meantime I'll scout around for some new notions."

Before I was ready for it we were on the big beautiful basketball court in the men's gym facing our opposition, and then there was nothing more to think about. We played hard, so did the opposition. Right near the end the score was tied at 68-68, a few seconds left on the clock, and Eva managed to get hold of the ball, I ran towards the basket, she threw it and I caught it and jumped with it as high as I could to loft the ball neatly through the hoop. The whistle blew and the game was ours!

My favorite part of the game came right after it had finished, at least when we had won it. The congratulations, the hands squeezing my arm, all us girls linking arms and hugging on the way to the locker room, and that warm sensation at the pit of my stomach, that deep, tingling satisfaction which nothing else could bring me, that's what made those minutes beautiful. We stripped and jumped under the hot showers, and stood there reveling in our victory. The other team looked downcast at first but as our triumphant mood faded, so theirs picked up. And when we were all dressed again we were just a handful o{girls together, chatting and giggling, and pairing off. When a team visited the base they were always billeted at the houses of our girls, and on this evening I drew Annie, a little, bright-eyed girl with close-cropped black hair and a boyish figure. She had been very fast for the whole game and she professed to be tired now that it was all over. But we got talking and before long going to sleep was the furthest thing from our minds.

Annie was the same age as me and she wasn't much more experienced. As our conversation became more and more frank, she confessed that she was still a virgin and that she had a lot of fantasies about boys. "But the man I like best of all," she whispered, lying close to me in my bed, "is my uncle, Jack. Don't tell anyone this, will you, Renee? It's my darkest secret and I'm telling it to you only because I have to tell someone."

"You can trust me," I said. My heart beat faster at the mention of her uncle and I felt as if my lungs were operating at half power. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing really." Annie frowned, and that made her look all the cuter. "It's just that… well, it all began when I was really little. He was always my favorite, he'd bring me comics and candy and he always played with me. But a year ago something really strange happened and since then I haven't been able to get him off my mind."

"Tell me about it!" I urged her, squeezing her arm to hurry her up.

"Okay. Uncle Jack was staying over at our house for the weekend-he often did that-and as usual he slept in the guest room which is right next to mine. Sunday morning the whole family sleeps late and so do I, but on that Sunday I woke up early and I felt so energetic that I made some breakfast for my uncle and brought the papers up to his room as a surprise. I've never done that for anyone else, you know. Well, Jack really appreciated my gesture. He ate the breakfast and insisted that I sit on the side of his bed as he did so. And I watched him enjoy it and my whole body felt warm and nice. You know that feeling? It's like something fizzing right in your belly and the bubbles are spreading to every part of you. When he was done with the food I cleared the tray away and put the paper on his bed. He told me to read the funnies with him, so I sat with my back against the pillows and my legs drawn up, leaning against his shoulder, and that fizzing sensation got worse and worse. I loved the smell of his body, the aroma of tobacco and sweat and coffee. And his pajama top was open to show his chest and stomach. Oh Renee, he's got such a great body! There's a little clump of hair in the middle of his chest but for the rest he's smooth and tanned, and his stomach has these thick ridges, of muscle that make you want to touch them!" She shivered and I shivered. It was warm, yet I felt a chill run the full length of my body. I saw the whole picture, I was there!

Annie talked on, slowly, dreamily, and since she was so far away I allowed myself the luxury of slipping one hand in between my legs. My pussy felt so strange, so moist, and in such a turmoil, that I wanted to reassure it. It felt different, more swollen somehow, and the touch of my hand made it ache for more.

"I don't know what came over me," said Annie softly. "I could have sat next to him for hours, days, just bubbling and all that, but suddenly I got this impulse to tease him. So I grabbed the funny pages out of his hands and spread them out over his face. Silly, isn't it? He joined right in, paying me back by pushing me off the bed and dumping the whole paper on me. I leaped back up and began to wrestle with him. You wouldn't believe what that was like, Renee. Just touching him made me shiver all over, and suddenly I was on top of him, my hands clutching at his wrists, trying to hold him down. Of course he was far too strong for me but he played along, laughing, teasing me, as if he was unaware of what I was going through."

I lived her account blow by blow, except that her uncle Jack was no stranger to me. His steel gray hair, the penetrating blue eyes, the square cut of his jaw, it was Daddy all right. Not that my father would ever allow himself such levity. But if he did… if he let me touch him, fie on top of him… wouldn't it feel the same? My hand buried between my legs now. At first I had tried to be subtle about it. Now, however, my finger was deep inside me to act out a fantasy that had crept up on me from between Annie's lines. Daddy on top of me, his penis thrusting into my body, his sweat mingling with mine, his cock filling my cunt to bursting!

"What are you doing to yourself?" asked Annie. She lifted the covers and looked at my lower half. "You do that, too? Oh, what a relief! I thought I was the only girl in the world who played with herself! Can I do it now, with you?"

"Go ahead, but don't stop with your story," I said rather breathlessly. "Wait, God, it's so hot all of a sudden, let me take off my nightie before you go on."

"That's a good idea." Annie took hers off, too, and for a moment her small, curvy breasts distracted me from the mainstream of my lechery. Her nipples were smaller than mine and a little darker, quite hard, and the hair on her pussy was more abundant. My blond pubic hair was barely visible from a distance but she had a well defined triangle of hair down there. I wanted to look closer, to see if she was shaped the same way as me, but Annie dropped the covers again and resumed telling me about her Sunday morning. "Anyway… I was on top of him and in the struggle my nightie kind of crept up over my legs and then higher up until it was just about around my waist! I saw my uncle glance at that part between my legs a few times but I didn't mind. No, that's a lie. I loved it'