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Our First Step
by Flinders (address withheld)
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It all went as planned I hope? We'll see in nine months
if we are lucky or not. (MF, inc, rom)
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14 February 2005: Valentines Day
No entries were made between 10 February until today.
I'll arrive back home on Friday having spent the
previous days discussing the most amazing stuff with
Dad. Monday was spent drinking G&Ts to fortify my nerve
to explore some major issues in my childhood. I wanted
to know about several important things that have given
me great enjoyment, anger and concerns since I was very
young.
Now five days later I am full of enjoyment, utterly
fearful of the future and still concerned about other
factors. But one thing I am sure about, that in these
last few days I have been totally absorbed in one of my
longest sought after and wantoned desires. I was trying
to make a baby by busy putting large amounts of my
Dad's sperm inside me.
I am absolutely euphoric about it and frightened at the
same time. I want to be pregnant with Dad's baby but
I'm scared to death something will go wrong. I did plan
to seduce him on purpose after all, yet when he asked
me if I would let him impregnate me I was really
surprised, speechless actually. I think he knew I'd say
yes, especially when I was so excited. Luckily I was
ovulating - I think! I enjoyed the whole mutual
seduction more than anything else I have ever done.
I am presently sitting on an early morning Qantus
flight back to Canberra and just starting to feel this
morning's sperm slowly seep from my vagina. I am still
amazed that it was so easy to fuck my Dad and that he
accepted my offer so completely.
"Dad would you fuck me?"
"Delighted, can I impregnate you too?" pause, then;
"I guess so."
"That's marvellous!"
So much for an in depth discussion in regard to Baby-
Making 101. It was after I told him that I was
ovulating that he really understood my proposition and
motivation. If having enough sperm in my uterus is the
chief factor making you pregnant then I truly believe
we more than met that requirement. When I counted I
found that Dad had put nine ejaculations inside my
vagina and two others I simply sipped on for nutrient
reasons.
If Dad's ejaculates are normal at 3-5mls per
ejaculation than 35 to 45mls of sperm have passed
through my cervix hopefully to reach my uterus in good
condition. We certainly tried to make the way easy for
them. This all sounds so clinical but Dad said his
sperm count was still about 120 to 130 millions per ml.
That means that Dad put over 21 billion sperm in me to
find just one egg. I'm exhausted, tender and yes elated
from accepting all those little buggers.
On Saturday we bought a diaphragm to put over my cervix
to trap the sperm inside me. Clearly, we put too much
in me because I am leaking right now. Talk about being
anal! I thank we did everything possible to conceive
this weekend. I must admit that I really like being
fertilised.
I keep waiting for something to happen, a feeling or
something inside my belly that would indicate that we
were making a good start. But logically I know I will
have no such thing for many months. I figure I was
releasing my egg on Tuesday so it could be next Monday
before it is all lost through my cervix. If the sperm
can last 3-4 days I will have the little buggers
swimming around inside me until next Friday. I just
amazed that they are the same ones that made me 35
years ago. I can't understand how having my father's
sperm inside me is so important to me.
I love the whole thing even if the society I live in is
not too excited about a baby being conceived between a
father and his daughter. Wow our kid is an incestuous
bastard - fantastic! There I said it, I'm going to make
an incestuous baby and it's exactly what I've wanted to
do since I was 12. Slow but persistent, I always say.
Well I'll deal with this issue later. Why do I feel
like this?
I guess the idea has always been in my psyche as a
constant but all mixed up with other stuff when I was
growing up. I was never sure that my ideas about Dad
was real or just my imagination - well surprise babe -
you were right like or not. The plane is starting to
land so I'll try and continue later.
Saturday: 15 February 2005
Wow, what an entry! I guess I will never be able to
show this journal to anyone moral. I have not removed
the diaphragm yet. I have decided to leave in until I
am sure that all of Dad's sperm are no longer capable
of fertilising me. They say in proper conditions that
four days is possible. After that the sperm are too
damaged. That means I will wait to douche on Wednesday
night.
I will need to wait another two weeks to test myself to
see if I "take", what a silly word? I think I'd like
being "knocked up" better. I plan to buy the pregnancy
test tomorrow anyway. I want to tell someone but I am
too afraid of they're response. I'm not sure whether I
want people to know that I'm pregnant or that I'm
having my father's child. I'm afraid I really want them
to know that I have purposely committed incest again
and I probably won't ever stop again because I liked
it. I think I'll tell Bernadette, she would expect it
even if she didn't understand it. I could test her
reaction - "Hey Bernadette, guess what? I just fucked
my Dad so he could knock me up. Isn't that great?"
Oh God, what if I'm not? I never thought about it. That
would be terrible! I really want this rug rat. I need
to relax and calm down and let it all happen naturally
right? Talk about silly. Happen naturally, wow that is
an unlike expression for being impregnated by your
father. I don't think this is actually natural in any
way. In fact it's pretty kinky to say the least. I'm
pretty excited. I hope I'm not disappointed. I need to
go to bed - well actually to rub my clit off my cunt
really. Good night.
Sunday: 16 February 2005
I can't calm down. I guess I have wanted this situation
for so long I can't stop grinning about it. I want to
stay open, soft and wet. Last night I orgasmed so fast
and big - lots of wetness and good contractions - I am
still exhausted. As I relaxed I was thinking about all
the fucking time I have wasted. Dad and I could have
been fucking for years now. Why was I brave enough to
start then but not get serious until now?
I tried to trace back to my desires and could only go
back to one weird night in 1982 in the Sibyl Ave house
when I watched Dad slowly masturbate as we watched a
movie on TV very late at night. I remember Dad was
sitting on the floor behind me in the dark rubbing his
penis up and down for a long time.
Even though he was quiet I could hear the squishy
sounds and a little time later I could smell the odour
of his sperm. I was so excited I wet myself. Later as
he was still stoking himself he moaned the called to
me. I was so excited I was afraid to answer. He called
again asking me to get some tissues for him.
I went and got some and handed him the tissue box. I
remembered the odour of his sperm was so strong and as
he took the box I notice the mass of creamy goo on his
hand and knew it was his sperm. I stood there watching
as he carefully wiped up the goo from his penis and
hands. Seconds later he said that he was sorry about
the accident saying; "I guess I got too excited and
squirted. It just happens sometimes".
I was speechless and just nodded in agreement - I
guess. After he cleaned up he went to the bathroom
then to bed leaving me alone with a lot of exciting
insights into my father, me and the whole new-world. I
ended up staying up the remainder of the night too. I
was too disturbed to sleep.
The next episode I can remember was when we were
wrestling after school. We had been doing acrobatics
before where I would stand on his hands and he would
lift me up. I was asked to take off my knickers so they
would not get dirty but I knew that Dad liked to look
at my pussy when he was holding me up. I liked it that
he really enjoyed my pussy so I always removed them. He
started to pet me and rub me between my legs and over
my pussy.
I liked this play too and would race home to get myself
touched. Once he put his hand inside his underwear and
got some of his sperm and then rubbed it into my pussy.
I know it was his sperm because of the odour. It made
me real slippery and it felt nice.
We started talking about masturbation and then about
sex generally. I was always enjoying the afternoons
especially when he would pet me using his fingers
coated with his sperm. It was not too long after this
that I was enjoying being masturbated after school
almost daily when he was home. It was a great feeling
and I enjoyed it even though I was sure that we should
not be doing it.
I don't know how long after that when I turned 12 or
was about to turn 12 when Dad let me masturbate him. It
was neat when I made him squirt. I remember stroking
him when he asked was I going to make him squirt? I
didn't know what to say when he said that it would be
nice if I did. Later he told me he was going to squirt
his sperm and was it ok with me. I was surprised and of
cause it was.
Seconds later he asked if I'm ready and before I could
say anything a big glob of creamy sperm popped out of
his penis and into the air. It went more than two feet
into the air before falling back on his penis, my hand
and the carpet. Immediately several more globs popped
out while Dad said for me to keep stroking him. "Don't
stop until I am empty", he quietly said. After a few
seconds he was empty and asking to stop because "I
can't stand it any more Jess". I stopped and looked at
the mess he made. I remember I was impressed that it
would only take this sperm to make a baby. Shit its 3
thirty in the morning.
Monday: 17 February 2005
Well I took the diaphragm out and let my cunt drain.
Not much came out. I wonder where all went? I lightly
douched and showered. I feel good and plan to spend the
week carefully assessing the situation. I still need to
have a confidant to talk to, but who?. I haven't
figured out how to do that yet. Do I limit the
discussion to my being pregnant or do I tell them the
whole story?
I am quite composed with the experience so far. I am
fascinated that I have no regrets - none at all. I am
no less excited by being an incestuous lover than
having then decided to be a mother at the same time.
I'm going to call him Ian.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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