JUNE - THE INCEST YEARS


                                by John P

                             Copyright© 2011



Chapter 2

"It had to end though one day. I had just had my twelfth birthday
when that day came. We'd gone to bed and kissed goodnight, then
during the night, he'd started talking again. He was behind me,
spooning me, and I felt his dick get hard against my bum. He
said, "Marie, Marie," then he rambled a bit and I thought he was
going to stop, you know, go properly back to sleep. But he
didn't. I only had my knickers on and he started to tug on them,
to pull them down, so I helped him by taking them off completely.
One hand came up to my chest and he started to play with my
nipples; his fingers were stroking them, pinching them ever so
gently. His dick was trying to force its way between my legs and
I opened them so it would be easier for him. Once he pushed his
dick through my legs, he started to fuck me, well fuck between my
legs anyway."

She licks her lips then and takes up the Coke we've brought with
us, takes a big swig of it and offers it to me. I take a swig too
and wait for the rest of her story but I'm a bit worried about my
hard-on. I shouldn't really be in this state while she's
unburdening herself this way. It seems disrespectful somehow.

She goes on, "At this point, he woke up. One hand was stroking
the tits of his 12-year-old daughter while his dick was fucking
her. He was mortified. He snatched back his hand and pulled his
hard dick from between my legs, then sat up and turned on the
bedside light. 'June, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry. Please
forgive me. I didn't mean it, love, I didn't really mean it.' He
was horrified at what he'd done to me. I looked up at him and he
was trying his best not to look between my legs. My tits weren't
really formed then, just puffy nipples that stood up from my
chest. 'It's alright, Daddy, really it is,' I said but he wasn't
listening. 'It's my fault, really it is,' I said more
forcefully."

I look at her sympathetically, knowing how difficult this is for
her to relate. I take her hand, hoping that it helps as she
continues telling me what happened.

"He said to me, 'No, darling, you're not to blame. It's all my
fault. You're innocent, you're not to blame.' I'm trying to tell
him but he still wouldn't listen. I picked up my knickers from
the bed and held them up. He looked at them uncomprehendingly. 'I
took them off, Daddy, not you.' He looked at me as if I'd just
slapped him in the face. 'What do you mean? he said, trying to
comprehend what I was saying. 'I took them off when you wanted to
play with me. I always take them off when you want to play.' The
penny dropped then and to make sure he hadn't misunderstood, he
said, "You mean I've done this before?' His face went pale when I
said simply, 'Yes.' He began again, 'Of darling, I'm so sorry. I
didn't know.' I decided to come clean about my part in it and I
said, 'Don't you want me any more?' and I knew that he couldn't
say no to that, not without hurting my feelings. 'Of course I
want you, but we can't... well, we shouldn't do it because you're
my daughter. It's incest.'

Once more I squeeze her hand, willing her to go on.

"When I said, 'I like it, Daddy,' he stopped, speechless. 'You do
things to me, Daddy, and I love them. I love when you put your
fingers into me and slide them around. That's why I always take
my knickers off for you. Are you mad at me now?' I'd taken the
wind out of his sails and he didn't know what to say. When he saw
that I was close to tears, he said, 'Of course I'm not mad at
you. I love you very much,' and he hugged me, pulling my naked
body against him and stroking my chest. 'Thankyou, Daddy. I love
you too,' and I looked up into his eyes and went to kiss his
lips. His lips opened, almost by instinct, and I put my tongue
inside and he began to suck it. 'Sweety, we shouldn't be...' I
stopped him talking by pushing my tongue into his mouth again.
Then he lay down, taking me with him and he started to feel me
up. His hands tickled my nipples and I felt so excited. My arms
went round his neck and I moved close to him. His hands went
behind me and he cupped my bum-cheeks, stroking my skin with his
fingers, then he pushed my tongue out of his mouth and thrust his
own into mine."

The images she's painting run around in my head and my dick is
lengthening and thickening. The image I'm seeing now is of my
sister being thoroughly excited by Dad, enjoying his touch, the
touch of a man stimulating his 12-year-old daughter.

"He went down on me, John, and kissed my pussy. His tongue went
into me and I can't describe how that felt. Then he went between
my legs and raised them up and licked me all over down there, my
bum-hole too. I was hot, sweating, so excited and aroused by what
he was doing to me. I felt something wet coming out of me,
running down my bum-crack, John, and it felt wonderful. He told
me, 'I love you, darling,' over and over and I loved him too,
very much. Then he took his pyjamas off and I saw his penis for
the first time. It was enormous, so long, so thick, and I was a
bit scared. 'Touch it, love, feel it,' and I put out my hand,
feeling it with my fingers. It was hard, John, really hard and
hot. It pulsed when I closed my hand around it and Daddy moaned.
The end of it was like yours is, a big knob, all red and shiny. I
felt the knob, running my fingers around the smoothness but then
some clear liquid started to seep out of that slit thing and when
I touched it, I found it was slimy so I spread it around the
knob. Daddy watched me as I did it, and he gasped so I knew I was
doing it right."

I'm sweating now, listening to the details of incest between
father and daughter, and what I saw last night is flitting before
my eyes. I see her body again, that temple of beauty, and I see
Dad pleasing her, making her cum. I see her eyes again, watching
me as I wank in front of her, and her eye-lids drooping as Dad's
licking is bringing her off, sending her into orgasm.

"He put a finger inside me," she goes on, "but he couldn't get it
in far enough so he stopped. Then he rubbed two fingers on the
knob I was playing with, taking some of the slimy stuff, and put
them to my little hole. He pushed them in together and wriggled
them about and I thought I'd die with pleasure. When he started
to push them in and out, something hurt me and I winced. 'It's
your virginity, June. Do you want Daddy to make love to you?' he
asked and I said, 'Yes, Daddy.' So he knelt between my legs and
put that big knob against my hole. I thought that it would never
fit but I wanted him to try. He looked at me seriously and asked
if I was sure and I just said, 'Yes.' He thrust his hips forward
and entered me, stretching my little hole. I gripped his arms
tightly with the pain and he waited, waiting for me to say OK. My
hole was wet soaking but Daddy took some saliva from his mouth
and spread it around my hole and his dick. When I said OK, he
pushed forward hard and he went all the way in me, all the way
until I could feel that hair around his ball-bag against my bum."

Now I'm stroking my dick through my pants and June's watching me.
"Do you want me to take care of it for you, love?" she says and I
nod, wondering if she could possibly be serious. I watch as she
unzips my pants and I lie back as she takes out my dick. This is
a first; my sister has my dick in her hand. She examines it
closely as she pulls back the loose skin until the knob is
completely revealed. "Stand up," she says and I struggle to my
feet while she remains on her knees before me. Her hand wanks me
slowly, expertly, and I'm going to shoot my stuff in seconds.
When she knows I'm ready, she moves off to my side and wanks me
from there. Her hand becomes tighter on me and she speeds up,
knowing instinctively what I need. "Cum for me, John. Show me
your spunk, love, show me." My body stiffens and my dick begins
to shoot. She wanks me harder as my dick jerks and spasms and she
watches as my spunk hits the ground. I'm panting and I cry, "Oh
June!" as my spasms continue and more sperm is ejaculated. In ten
seconds, it's all over and I look down at her and see her licking
the dribbles of spunk from her fingers. Wow! But she surprises me
more when she takes my dick into her mouth and licks it! Her warm
wet mouth sucks me and her tongue plays round my pee-slit. When
she eventually finishes, she looks up at me and simply says, "OK
now?" and I nod. She stands and kisses me and her tongue paints
my lips. When I taste them afterwards, she's left traces of my
spunk on my lips. We sit down again and she continues her story.

"Daddy fucked me, John, filled me up with his dick. He'd push
into me as far as he could and hold it there. The dull ache it
gave me made me want more and I begged, 'More, Daddy, give me
more.' I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down,
feeling his hair against my breasts. He fucked me harder and
deeper and it had stopped hurting. I felt full with dick but I
craved more. He took one of my arms from round his neck and
thrust my hand between us, directing it to my little clitoris. I
began to diddle it as Daddy fucked me, his pubic bone hitting my
hand on every inward thrust. Fireworks were going off in my head
and my 'nice' feeling was coming fast. Just as it hit me, Daddy
fucked all the way into me and held himself there. I shuddered
and trembled, and then Daddy's dick jerked and I felt hot liquid
splash into me. His dick kept jerking and pumping his hot stuff
into me while I rode my own orgasm."

She's thirsty again and we take another drink from the Coke
bottle. I watch her lips around the opening of the bottle as she
swallows the black liquid, and her throat as she swallows.

"When we'd finished, I said, 'I love you, Daddy, so very much,'
and he kissed me so tenderly. He said, 'You'll never know what
you mean to me, June,' and he folded me into his arms. We lay
there a while, cuddling and kissing, and I wondered if we could
do it again sometime soon. Eventually we had to get up to go to
the bathroom. We had to clean ourselves up and we both needed to
pee. As I walked, I could feel Daddy's stuff leaking out of my
hole and running down the insides of my legs. Daddy insisted on
washing me and took particular care as he washed my breasts and
spent a lot of time cleaning around my pussy, tasting it every
now and then to make sure it was clean. Then we went back to bed
together. That was it."

"So it wasn't Dad forcing you to do anything, you just wanted it
all along?" I say and she says yes.

"Come on, we'd better go inside. Lessons are due to start again,"
she says and we head back there.