Marvin Winters - Incest With Daddy

"It'll be our secret," Janet said solemnly. "We won't tell the team, not even Farley, okay?"

"Never," I said, not knowing that very soon the whole team would not just know, they'd be experts!

Saturday morning. The sun woke us both at the same time and as we stretched and yawned last night's events came back to us in a rush. I looked over at Janet curiously, wondering if she would avoid my eyes. But no, she gave me a broad smile and even leaned over to peck me on the cheek. "It was like a dream," she said, her voice still throaty from sleep. "A really nice dream."

"Wasn't it?" My body felt as though it had been newly tuned by an expert and for once I leaped out of bed eager to start the day. This time we hopped into the shower together and touched each other without the smallest twinge of fear or guilt. Janet and I had become lovers in every sense, but what that really meant to me was that our friendship had progressed to a level of complete intimacy. Not for a moment did I think we were going "steady" and when Janet left the house she said nothing about seeing me again in the way people make dates. She said she'd see me later and I said that was right, and that was it.

But I did look forward to the next time we could play our game I couldn't believe how good I felt. The world looked bright and cheery to me, my parents like fine people, and breakfast never tasted better. And when the time came to start canvassing for odd jobs around my section of the base I set out with all manner of positive thoughts. Dressed in jeans and work boots, a plaid shirt, my hair tied back with a thick strand of wool, I felt ready to tackle any task.

I had been assigned to the enlisted men's married quarters. This area was made up of identical houses set in a square of lawn and garden. Each had a garage and it seemed as though a station wagon occupied every driveway. I checked for houses with unkempt lawns and a lot of kids which, as it happened, often went together. The first yard I entered was a real mess that offered enough work to keep me going all day. But the woman of the house stood behind her screen door and refused to give me a fair hearing. She said the yard was fine with her and if I didn't like it I could go boil my head.

This setback didn't matter to me. I marched on. The second householder rejected my offer out of hand, the third was interested but she wanted to pay me girl scout wages. After that I went from door to door, figuring that people with untidy yards wouldn't care about my quest, whereas people who kept their areas dean might be more sympathetic. But that system, too, failed me. The women who carne to the door just weren't interested in spending money on me. The twentieth house seemed to hold out a promise of work only because a man answered the bell; but then his wife saw him talking to me and that was the end of that.

An hour or more had gone by and I still hadn't found anyone willing to employ me. Now my optimism began to ebb and I stepped less lightly. But I didn't give up. I walked into one yard that was teeming with small children, and as I approached the front door it opened and a tall man with a friendly smile appeared. He listened to me and nodded. "Sure, I have something you can do around the house. Come on in."

"Thank you very much!" I said, glad to get out of the sun for a while if nothing else. The house was littered with clothes and toys and magazines, it needed vacuuming and there were dishes piled up high in the sink.

"Sit down and let's talk turkey," said the man. He had on dungarees and an old army shirt with the sergeant's chevrons taken off the sleeves, leaving dark marks on the faded khaki. 'There's one job that would take you about ten minutes and would earn you five dollars. How does that sound to you?"

"Terrific!" I enthused. "Just tell me what it is you want?"

"Come over here." He sat in an old easy chair, his arms on the armrests as though he was reclining in a throne, and when I stood in front of him he motioned downward with his head. "Suck me off," he said, still smiling that friendly smile.

"What?!" I couldn't believe my ears.

"Suck my dick!" he said? and the smile began to fade, "It's worth five bucks to you-oh hell, make it ten, now what do you say? Ail you have to do is take it out and suck on it, and I want to come in your mouth. Now is that so bad?"

"Oh my God!" I muttered. Nothing had prepared me for this. "I can't… I won't… no, forget it!" I turned on my heel and rushed out of the house. That was it for me! If people were going to treat me like a whore I'd just as soon give up basketball! I was so distressed that I was on the verge of tears, and I ran out of the area to get home as quickly as possible. How crude! I kept thinking. How could he ask such a thing of me!

My parents were out when I arrived home, only Evert was there. He was in the laundry keeping an eye on the automatic washer, and when he saw me so upset he asked what the matter was. "Oh Evert, it's just terrible!" I sobbed, breaking down now. "This man made me feel so cheap!" He took me into his powerful arms and held me gently while I told him the whole story. Evert was such a comfort in times like these. In a way he knew more about me than my parents did because I always told him the things that I wouldn't have dared tell them. Of course I'd never tell him about Janet-not unless he asked. But Evert understood life, he knew it backwards and forwards.

"Yeah," he said when I was finished talking, "making money ain't easy, baby. You have to do a lot of things you don't like to do. But it seems to be you and the other girls aren't thinking too clearly about this project, you know? How do you all expect to get so much just by mowing lawns and babysitting? Come on, girl, you know better than that."

"Well… we thought we'd try it anyway," I said defensively.

"And then this man asks you to make ten bucks in five minutes, not mowing his lawn or washing his dishes but to please him physically, right? That's all he wanted. He didn't want you to drink Drano or anything, baby, he just wanted you to make him feel nice. And that made you feel bad? Hey, girl, you better think again."

I rested against his broad chest and thought about it. Evert was right, I'd been more upset than the situation warranted. But how could that man ask me to do something I had never done before? Why, I was willing to bet I couldn't have done it even if I had wanted to… was that the reason he upset me so much? Evert got to that point at the same time I did.

"Maybe you thought you'd make a fool of yourself by not doing it right," he said in his deep, quiet voice. "It's not easy to do it right, baby, very few women can do it the way men want it done. But maybe you shouldn't know yet, after all, you're still so young."

"That's not it!" I protested, my pride stung. "I could do it if I wanted to. I mean, he just told me to suck it and I learned that with my first lollipop!"

"Uh-hum," said Evert. He let me get up off his lap and turned his attention to the washer, I leaned against the wall and watched him moodily. How dare he suggest I couldn't do it! Anybody could! What was so hard about sucking, anyway? "Has any woman done that to you, Evert?" I asked reluctantly. "Has any woman done it properly, I mean?"

"Yes, one," he said without looking up. "She was great at it because she loved to do it, she didn't do it as a favor to me. And she worked on her technique, too, always improving, always keeping a step ahead of me. Yeah, when she sucked my dick I was in heaven, baby, right on cloud nine."

"She was that good?" He nodded with conviction, and I wondered what had made her so good. Practice, instruction, or was it just more instinct?

"She is that good," Evert grinned. I wanted to know who it was but he wouldn't tell me. Whoever it was, she had to be great to make Evert smile. He was a very serious man for most of the time. "But don't worry, Renee, you could be just as good, maybe better, if you get taught right."