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Storm Damaged Daughter
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

When an Elm tree comes through the ceiling of Mandy's 
bedroom, she's soaked and scared. The only dry and warm 
place in the house is Daddy's bed. And things heat up 
considerably as Mandy tries to take her mind off the 
lightning and thunder. (M/f-teen, reluc, inc, rom, 
preg)

***

Mandy woke up with a start as the thunder crashed and 
lightning flared through her window. It was so loud she 
was standing beside her bed before she realized she had 
gotten up. 
 
The first thing she thought of was that she was much 
too old to be afraid of lightning and thunder. She was 
a Junior in High School, for pete's sake.
 
The second was that the room was cold. She felt her 
nipples tighten with a small tingle as they pooched 
out. She crossed her arms over her breasts in a vain 
attempt to warm them. The wind was howling outside and 
rain was smashing against her window. 

She heard a creaking noise and then a loud CRACK! 
 
Something thumped on the roof over her bed and suddenly 
the world was collapsing around her. Plaster and pieces 
of wood rained down as she raised her arms above her 
head. The old elm tree outside had finally given up the 
ghost and had just come through the roof.

Almost instantly she was drenched. She was actually 
almost untouched by the falling roof, but of course she 
was scared to death. Her nightgown became more or less 
transparent and clung to her ripe teenage body like a 
second skin. She stood there frozen in shock. 

Her father came rushing into the room about the same 
time as another bolt of lightning flashed and she 
jumped into his arms.

Bob Stevens had heard the same crash and known 
instantly what had happened. His fear for his little 
girl was only slightly eased by seeing her standing up. 

"Are you OK?" he yelled over the wind and rain.

"I think so!" she yelled back.

"You're soaked" he yelled back. He looked around. 
"There's nothing we can do now" he yelled, and pulled 
her toward the door. He slammed it shut as they entered 
the hallway and things got lots more quiet. His room 
was at the other end of the hall and he pulled her that 
direction. He stopped along the way to reach into the 
bathroom and grab several towels. 

When they got to his room she was shivering visibly. 
Her father started unbuttoning her nightgown and was 
startled to notice the swells of her breasts with their 
prominent nipples, now standing out at least half an 
inch. He felt a tightening in his loins and then 
clamped down on his imagination as he remembered this 
was his daughter. 

But he couldn't deny she suddenly looked like a woman.

"Daddy!" said Mandy as she realized what he was doing. 
She tried to bat his hands away and he held her hands 
in his. 

"Sweetheart, you're going to catch pneumonia if you 
don't get dry and warm."

"I know, but... I'll do it," she said. She moved her 
fingers to the buttons down the front of her soaking 
nightgown but couldn't manipulate them. Her fingers 
were all stiff and cold. 

She looked at him helplessly and with something else in 
her eyes. She looked... confused. 

Hoping to calm her he smiled, like they were sharing a 
joke. "I won't look, OK?" he said as his fingers 
continued what they'd started. The last button was 
undone and she unthinkingly peeled the wet fabric away 
from her body. She was naked underneath, except for her 
light blue panties, which were also as good as 
invisible because they too were soaked.

Her father stared. The only light on in the room was 
his reading lamp, which cast a soft golden glow on her 
nubile body. She stayed out of the sun, learning from 
the lessons of her grandmother that a tan only means 
lots of wrinkles later in life, so she was white as 
snow. Part of that was because she was cold, but the 
only color on her body were her dark red nipples with 
their lighter red background and her almost black hair. 
Some of that hair was stuck wetly to her face and neck, 
and the rest was puffing out the wet panties she wore. 

She was gorgeous and super sexy. 

Ever since her mother had died, they'd been alone 
together, and he'd been able to resist seeing her as a 
"female" of the species. She'd been his little girl for 
so long that he thought he'd always think of her that 
way. 

But he'd been wrong, he realized with a start. 

His cock was ragingly hard as he stared at this 
luscious little slice of womanhood. He licked his lips, 
wondering what to do. If she saw his boner he'd just 
die of embarrassment. He thrust the handful of towels 
at her and turned away. "Here. Get dried off. I need to 
go see how much damage there is."

He hurried out of the room and checked downstairs under 
her room. That space was the back porch area, 
thankfully, and while water was dripping through the 
ceiling, it wouldn't do all that much damage. He 
realized his own pajamas were also wet when he looked 
down and saw his slowly softening cock plainly outlined 
by the wet cloth. Had she seen that he was hard? If she 
had, he didn't know what to do about it.

Mandy HAD seen her father's stiff penis. 

When he'd started unbuttoning her nightgown and she'd 
tried to do it for herself, she'd looked down. When she 
did that she saw what was obviously his erection. 

She was cognizant enough of what was going on to be 
confused why, in the middle of a disaster, he could 
possibly get excited sexually. From the dim past she 
remembered someone telling her that soldiers in combat 
often got erections because of the excitement and 
adrenaline of the situation. Maybe that was it. Then 
she realized how naked she must look and wondered if 
SHE was the reason for his... condition. 

While she was thinking about this something else 
happened. She felt heat in her loins. It was a warm 
fuzzy feeling and she realized she actually hoped she 
WAS the reason for his... condition.
 
After he'd left she'd gotten the clammy cold nightgown 
off and had rubbed her skin briskly with the towels. 
The panties had to go too, and she immediately felt 
better when the wet cloth was off her body. That helped 
make her feel a little bit warmer, but what was she 
going to put on? 

She knew that all her own stuff was wet by now, and 
that she'd get soaked again if she went into her room 
to see. So she looked in her father's closet for 
something to wear. She decided on a button type shirt 
and put it on. It barely covered her now naked ass, and 
her legs were still icy, but she felt warmer. 

The shirt smelled like... Daddy, and she took a deep 
breath. She bent over to see if there were any slippers 
or something she could wear on her feet.

Bob walked back into the bedroom still wondering what 
he should do about "the woman in his bedroom". 
Obviously he had to control himself. But when he walked 
in, he was greeted by his beautiful daughter's bare 
ass, staring right at him. Even worse, her pretty pink 
pussy was winking at him between her slightly spread 
legs as she bent over. His boner snapped back to life 
so fast it made his head swim a little. He was standing 
there, mouth gaping, eight inch prick straining to get 
out of his wet pajamas when she stood up and turned 
around.

Mandy gave a little squeak of surprise as she realized 
her father had come back into the room. Then her eyes 
went to the most prominent part of him. His penis was 
STILL hard and it was pointing right at her like an 
accusing finger. She could see the tip through the 
cloth of his blue PJs. They stood, both frozen for a 
moment. 

Mandy spoke first. "Daddy, we have to get you out of 
those wet things too. I don't want you to get sick 
either." 

She walked toward him, intending to help him, like he 
had helped her. She hadn't really thought about looking 
at her father's penis in the past, but suddenly, she 
sort of wanted to. She knew about erections, but had 
never seen one.

"Um... OK... but...." her dad stammered. Somehow they 
both knew he was referring to his rampant maleness, but 
couldn't exactly say it.

"It's OK, Daddy," Mandy said brightly, realizing he was 
embarrassed.

"I heard in school that men sometimes get that way 
during war and disasters and stuff. And THIS is sure a 
disaster," she finished. She was standing only a few 
inches away from him now, looking up at him. 

Had either of them looked down, they'd have seen his 
cock only a quarter of an inch from touching her.

"Oh!" he said, as it became obvious exactly what she 
had seen and was now talking about. "Yeah! I'm sure 
that's it." 

But he knew better. 

Her pussy had looked so good. He wondered what it would 
taste like. Then he frowned at thinking that. "Um... 
you probably shouldn't look either." he went on, 
referring to his earlier statement.

"Oh! Sure!" she chirped and turned around immediately. 
She found herself looking at both of them in the big 
mirror over her mother's dressing table. Her father 
seemed to have forgotten it was there. He unbuttoned 
the top of his PJs and dropped it wetly to the floor. 
Then he bent over and pulled down the PJ bottoms. 

She almost gasped at what was revealed. His penis 
looked red, but there was some blue or purple at the 
tip. There was a big knob on the end, with a little 
hole in it. It looked a lot bigger than she'd expected 
and she thought that all those stories she'd heard in 
school, and health class and at sleepovers were 
bullshit. It was obvious to her young mind that this 
penis would NOT fit in a woman. 

And if, by some crazy chance it did. the woman SURE 
wouldn't be happy about it! 

She watched it bob and weave as he looked around for 
something dry to put on. He peered into drawers and 
finally decided on an old pair of gym shorts which he 
quickly slipped on. 

"OK," he announced.

Mandy turned around and said, "What do we do now 
Daddy?"

He sighed, relieved to have something to think about 
besides his daughter's fabulously beautiful body. 

"We can't do much of anything until morning. I'll have 
to call the insurance company, but it could be days or 
even a couple of weeks before we can get a new roof and 
get your room back in shape. For now let's just get 
some sleep."

There was a crash of thunder and the lights flickered. 
Mandy jumped toward her father, who hugged her against 
his naked chest. His bone hadn't gone down at all, and 
feeling her soft almost naked body against his made it 
leak some precum. 

"You can have my bed" he said, his voice tight. "I'll 
take the couch."

"NO!" she yipped as another peal of thunder rolled. 
"I'm scared. And it's cold. Can't we both sleep in your 
bed?"

Bob didn't like that idea. 

His cock loved it. 

He wavered. "Sweetheart, I'd feel sort of funny... in 
bed with you... and with a har...." he stopped before 
he finished.

"I don't care about that Daddy. I just want to be warm 
and not afraid. Please?" she snuggled against him. His 
cock was dripping now. 

Judgment fled. 

"OK," he said.

Mandy yipped happily and threw back the covers, bending 
over to do so. She didn't know she was flashing her 
bare butt at her father, or that he could see her 
pouting pussy lips again between her long slim legs. 
Then she climbed up on the bed and he got an even 
better look. He had to cover his cock with his hands. 

Mandy scooted over, and in the process the shirt rode 
up over her hips. Now her mons was uncovered. "Oops," 
she giggled, and tried to pull it down. When she 
couldn't, she just pulled the covers over her lower 
body. 

Bob turned off the light and got in the bed. He was 
immediately assaulted by giggling girl, who snuggled up 
to him, running her cold bare legs up and down his. 

"You're WARM Daddy," she cooed. 

She put her arms around his chest and hugged him, 
pressing her hard teen breasts against his chest. He 
could feel her nips poking him. Her hair was only damp 
now, and smelled good. 

Instinctively he rubbed his legs back against hers, and 
one knee slid between her legs. He raised that knee 
toward him and it slid between her thighs until it ran 
into pussy. 

Hot pussy. 

She was cold everywhere else, but her pussy was hot. 
She ground it against his knee. "Hmmm that feels good 
Daddy," she purred. He was lost and he knew it.

"I'm sorry baby," he murmured.

"What for Daddy?" she whispered back.

"For touching you wrong baby," he said.

"I like it Daddy. It makes me feel good and warm," she 
said. "I don't think its wrong at all."

"Yeah, well I should stop," he sighed, pressing his 
knee even harder into her pubic bone.

She pressed down again, mashing her little teen clitty 
on his knee. "I don't think I want you to stop Daddy." 
she said, squirming against him. "Is this what you used 
to do with Mommy?" she said, her hand sliding down his 
back.

"Yeah, sugar. That's why I shouldn't do it to you," he 
said. His hand slid along her back and down until it 
hit bare skin. He slid it further until he had a 
handful of bare butt.

"And when you did this with Mommy, you were... hard? 
Like now?" She could feel herself blushing.

"Yeah baby. I don't think it's the storm that caused 
that." He'd always been pretty honest with her. It was 
a habit now.

"I didn't think so either Daddy," she said. Her hand 
slid inside his shorts, and onto his buttocks.

"We have to stop, honey," he said.

Her hand slid around, across his hip. It kept going. "I 
don't want to stop Daddy," she said, as her hand slid 
onto his erection. "I like this feeling Daddy," she 
said softly.

Bob found himself kissing his daughter's neck while her 
hand was wrapped around his boner. That hand felt 
fantastic. Her lips felt fantastic. He knew her pussy 
would feel fantastic too, sucking at his prick. He had 
to have her. 

He knew well and good that she wasn't on the pill. 
There weren't any condoms in the house either. He 
hadn't needed them. But he knew he was going to fuck 
her, and he knew he wasn't going to pull out.

Mandy wasn't confused any more. This felt good. No, 
this felt WONDERFUL and she didn't care that it was her 
Daddy who was lying almost naked against her. In fact, 
that made it even more special. She squeezed his rock 
hard penis and squirmed her pussy against his knee. Her 
pussy felt good when she did that.  It was slippery 
now, and if felt warm and good. Some of her girlfriends 
had let their boyfriends do things with them... They 
said it felt fantastic... She wanted to look at what 
was in her hand.

"Daddy?" she whined.

"Mmmmmmm yeah baby?" said Bob, trying hard not to paint 
his daughter's stroking hand with his jizm.

"I feel funny Daddy. I feel all... gooshy inside or 
something. I haven't ever felt like this before Daddy. 
It makes me want to...." she couldn't finish. Girls 
just didn't say things like "I want to FUCK!" to their 
fathers.

"I know how you feel baby" he groaned. "It's completely 
normal. Well, if it wasn't me here with you it would be 
completely normal. It just means you want to have a 
baby." His mouth snapped closed. He hadn't meant to say 
that last part.

When she heard the word "BABY" Mandy felt an exquisite 
little twinge in her nipples, like they already wanted 
a baby sucking at them and were complaining because 
there was no baby. She thought about that for a minute. 
She pictured herself, naked, her belly swelled out with 
Daddy's baby in it. She saw her enlarged breasts, full 
of delicious milk for Daddy's baby. 

In her mind's eye she ran her hands over the bulge of 
her abdomen, over the baby... over their baby.

"I DO want to have a baby Daddy," she said firmly. 

Then, to the surprise of both of them, she kissed her 
father on the lips. It was a long slow nice kiss, and 
she slipped him just a little tip of tongue before she 
broke off. It was dark, and she couldn't see him, but 
she looked at where she thought his eyes were and said 

"I want to have YOUR baby." She squeezed his cock and 
jacked it several times slowly.

Bob made a sort of gurgling sound and gasped "But we 
can't, sweetheart. We just can't"

She jacked his cock again. "Yes we can, Daddy. I'm 
here. That proves you know HOW to do it. And I know how 
to do it too, Daddy." And with that she shrugged out of 
his oversized shirt and pressed her now naked body 
against him. He could feel the hot tips of her nipples 
burning into his chest. He felt her move, and she was 
tugging on his shorts. Acting on instinct he raised his 
hips and she said "Yes!" as she got them down around 
his knees.

She was right. He DID know how to make a baby. Within 
seconds he'd kicked off the shorts and was lying on top 
of his willing teenaged daughter. She spread her legs 
and made little fucking motions with her pussy. "Mmmmmm 
hurry Daddy," she moaned, as he pressed the big knob of 
his prick against her virgin portal. She hoped she was 
wrong about that nice stiff rod not being able to fit 
in a woman.

He went slowly, though it was hard. She was nice and 
wet and slippery, so what he had to fight most was just 
the tightness of her unused pussy. She moaned and 
wiggled her hips and flopped her knees down and up 
again, trying to make room for the invading monster. He 
knew it had to be uncomfortable for her at a minimum, 
and that she was probably in pain, but all the sounds 
she made were sounds of approval for what he was doing.

At last he felt her soft nest of hairs meet his and 
sighed. He was all the way in. He let it soak for a few 
seconds and raised his chest off hers so she could 
breathe.

"Ohhh Daddy," she sighed.

He rolled his hips in a circle, mashing her sensitive 
teen clitty hard.

"OHHH DADDY!!" she squealed. Even though she was tight 
as a rubber glove, he felt her pussy clamp down on him 
as she tumbled into her first orgasm. She rocked and 
rolled as her hips thrust and she got even wetter than 
before. As she came down from that cum, panting, he 
pulled out and surged back in four or five times, each 
time giving that little twist at the end that mauled 
her clit. 

She gasped as her second orgasm washed over her. Now 
she was just making sounds... grunts, groans, 
meaningless words, whines. When he leaned down and 
sucked in a hard swollen nipple she wailed and crashed 
directly into a third violent cum.

"Oh STOP!" she shrieked. "I... CAN'T... BREATHE!" she 
panted out.

He stopped and let her milking pussy work on him. Now 
he was the one who envisioned her standing naked, 
sideways, her belly bulging with his child. Now it was 
he who saw her jutting breasts, heavy with milk, 
nipples spiked and dripping, waiting to feed their 
baby. 

In a perfectly normal speaking voice he said "I'm going 
to cum now Mandy. Daddy's going to fill your sweet 
pussy up."

As the first potent jet of his semen lanced into her 
trembling channel, Mandy felt the wet heat and wailed, 
"OHHH DADDDDDY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!" 

His cock bucked and spat long sticky ropes of Daddy cum 
deep into her welcoming pussy as she hunched it up to 
gobble up all his liquid offering. He fired again and 
again, coming harder than he had in years and years. 
With a satisfied grunt he pumped the last of what he 
had to give into her now sloppy slit and fell on her, 
too weak to do anything except roll sideways enough 
that Mandy could breathe. 

He slept. 

Mandy lay halfway under her father and she reveled in 
the feeling of wet heat that suffused her loins. Her 
Daddy had planted his seed in her and it might take and 
grow. She realized that there had been lots of 
lightning and thunder while they were making love and 
that none of it had bothered her in the least. She felt 
safe and warm. She slept.

They woke together, both having to pee. While Mandy sat 
on the pot Bob got a washcloth wet with hot water. when 
she stood up he washed her legs and pussy, where his 
essence had crusted and dried on her soft skin. They 
felt completely natural together naked now and no words 
were needed as he rubbed her clean and she ruffled his 
hair with her fingers. When he was done she returned 
the favor and then molded herself to him, rubbing, dry 
fucking, making him hard again. She pulled him toward 
his bed... their bed.

"I might not be pregnant yet Daddy," she said in a low 
voice.

"You're probably right," he said, climbing on the bed, 
between her spread legs. He mounted her and this time 
he slid in effortlessly. She was still tight and hot, 
but her buttery depths sucked him in with no trouble. 

"I love this Daddy," she said as she hunched her pussy 
up to meet his cock. "I might not be pregnant yet" she 
said again as he sped up.

He worked to rectify that possibility as his prick 
spurted again in his baby girl, filling her womb with 
his love again and again.

The insurance man was surprised when he got the call. 
It had been daylight for eight hours since the storm 
had damaged their house. He wondered what in the world 
had kept them from calling sooner. He was even more 
surprised when his client said, "There's no big rush, 
other than getting something over the hole to 
waterproof it. That bedroom's not in use any more any 
way."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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