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A Winter Cabin
by Sumddy (sumddy@gmail.com)
***
Giselle and her father are alone together at the cabin
as he he reminisces about he and his sister at the lake,
and her mother approves of her becoming Daddy's big
girl. (Mf, ped, inc, mast, oral)
***
Insulated under the canopy of low clouds the damp
breadth of the snowfall almost felt warm to Giselle
under the covers in bed with her father. Twenty or more
inches of powdery fresh snow blanketed the New England
woods around the cabin, and snowflakes still falling the
muffled early morning stirred her awake.
Brimming with sleepy excitement she delighted in the
enchanting winter wonderland just outside the cabin
window. Surrounded by the profound stillness, her arms
at her sides, her legs together she just laid there
perfectly still the first few moments: she loved the
snow, being at the cabin, being in her father's bed her
father asleep next to her, her shoulder warm against
his, her birthday just a week away.
She rolled her shoulders together her nipples and
breasts humming, a warm buttery tingling between her
legs; she'd just awakened to a dream, her whispering to
her father, "touch me Daddy, nnnnggh Daddy, feels so
good Papa, don't stop Daddy, feels so good," her father
leaning over her, her nightie pulled from her bare
shoulders, "oh god, Daddy," her father sucking her puffy
hot nipples, squeezing her breasts in his big hands,
"suck them Daddy, ohhhh god Daddyyy, yesss, suck my
nipples, Papa."
Giselle touched the damp heat of her throbbing little
pussy through her nightgown wanting more than anything
for it to not be just a dream. When she closed her eyes,
she could still feel the sensations of her father's
fingers, his warm mouth surrounding her breasts, the
tingling feeling deep in her belly. She fantasized
slipping under the blankets and waking her father,
sucking him into her warm wet mouth, "Nnnn, Daddy, want
your cock, in...my mouth," her pussy flooding wet to the
thought, sucking his cock, "you like it, when I suck
you, don't you Papa," thrilling herself, his fingers in
her hair, him pulling her mouth to his swollen thick
cock.
"Ohhh god Daddy, yesss, fuck my little mouth cum in my
mouth, Papa, let your little girl make you feel good,
Daddy." She imagined both of them moaning her taking him
deep in her throat lavishing his cock with her tongue,
them 69'ing him licking her creamy hot little pussy, how
she'd go wild sucking his cock as he licked her. She
fantasi
zed him whispering growling half awake how much he loved
fucking her warm little mouth, "ohhh lil baby, yesss,
suck Daddy's cock, that's my good girl," his fingers
pulling through her hair, him whispering in their
private little world how good she was, his lil baby,
their secret, sucking his cock, making love to his cock,
his incestuous little girl, his little lover sucking her
father's throbbing hot hard cock, sucking him into her
warm little mouth under the covers where no one would
see.
Dreamily sleepy Giselle raised her nightgown, above her
silky thin panties, and lightly pressed her fingers into
her wet little slit.
Gushing out a hot quivering breath she slipped her hand
under the delicate waistband and almost came touching
her smooth shaven creamy wetness, the feeling
extraordinary, her pelvis lifting to her fluttering
fingers, her breaths fluttering in tandem when her
handsome father woke and started to get up trying to be
quiet to not wake her. She pretended to still be asleep
as he stood braving the stark cold room to start a fire.
Giselle reached out to touch his shoulder to stop him
but pulled her hand back as he moved beyond her reach,
sliding her hand back under the covers, brushed her
fingers through her creamy pink slit. Her tender little
hips barely raising and lowering as she drew in a
breath, picturing his bottom in her hands, her father
her lover between her legs, her legs spread for him,
wrapped ankles wrapped around his calves. She imagined
pulling him deeper into her, his huge thick cock fucking
hot and thick inside her, "nnn Daddy, yesss, fuck me,
fuck your little girl," his daughter so urgent and
aroused she gushed into the blankets words that could
make her cum, "...your big girl, Daddy," a story in the
book she'd found, Daddy's Big Girl, compelling her
incestuous fantasies, "fuck me Papa, fuck your big girl,
Daddy, fuck my...little-girl pussy," she gushed out
silently.
She fantasized her father looking into her like a wild
animal, him leaning to suck her full firm breasts,
"nnnghh Daddy, my nipples Papa, suck them...for me
Daddy," her swollen hot nipples, her aching hot nipples,
him fucking his swollen thick cock into her tight wet
throbbing little cunt, harder deeper faster stretching
her open, his growling, "that's my good girl, fuck
Daddy's cock, lil baby, yessss take Daddy's cock,
Giselle, let Daddy make my big girl cum, cum on Papa's
big cock my sexy little lover girl," her fingers
brushing faster over her swollen little clit, "my little
baby, so tight, so soft, mmmm, lil baby, that's right,
be Daddy's big girl," images of her father sucking her
hot aching swollen breasts into his hot wet mouth, her
fucking her own father, squeezing him inside her. She
pictured him in her mouth again, her sucking him again.
"You love my warm little mouth, don't you Daddy, the way
I suck you, pulling on you like this, don't you Papa,
your big girl sucking you, the way I use my tongue, my
warm little mouth," her favorite fantasy, her looking up
into her father's eyes, "my little mouth," him deep in
her throat, loving giving him such pleasure, "fucking
your little girl's warm little mouth," she quivered all
over, wanting him to hold her firmly by her hair, him
cumming in her mouth, her sucking him so hard, pulling
on him, swallowing all of her father's hot incestuous
cum.
She replayed the image again and again, seeing herself
milking his cock, building, jacking his cock, "Ohhh god
Daddy," she purred under her breath fantasizing the
copious amounts of her father's cum, loving him in her
mouth, "cum in my mouth Daddy," making herself cum to
the thought of him in her mouth, sucking him, her little
pussy quivering hot, making love o her father's cock,
wanting his seed, "cum on my face Papa, cum in my mouth
Daddy, wherever you want Daddy, fuck my little mouth
papa, nggghh, Daddy, fuck my little mouth," she
whispered so hotly under her breath her body shook into
the blankets, so her father couldn't hear.
She imagined her pulling on his cock, sucking him so
hard, the look on his face, his gripping her by her
hair, exploding in her mouth, "Ohhhh little baby," he'd
groan, "yesss, swallow Daddy's cum, baby, suck Daddy
baby, suck Daddy's cock. That's my good girl, swallow
Daddy's cum baby, ohhh Giselle, lil baby, such a good
little girl for Daddy, my...big girl."
She stared at her father's broad shoulders his wide back
his bottom him so palpable under the loose flannel of
his soft cottony pajamas. She loved his strength, the
way he moved; she recalled her tracing his two tattoos
with her finger, one on his bicep, the other on his
shoulder, him telling her their symbolism, the
importance of their meaning for him. She watched him
light the fire, and rolled over onto her stomach, on top
of the heat where her father had been laying, pressed
her swollen aching breasts, her belly, her throbbing
mound into his warmth, his lingering scent filling her
with desire, a safe, luxurious warmth.
She imagined lying on top of him, them kissing, her
father's tongue in her mouth, "Kiss Daddy, lil baby,"
he'd whisper, "ohhh little baby, you're so hot, so
sexy," her humping her shiny slippery wet bare mound
against his hard aching cock, "that's my good girl," her
wriggling on top of her father, "Daddy's... big girl,"
her hips involuntarily rocking against the warm linens,
her fingers slipping in and out of her wet little pussy,
"Daddy's little lover," she hissed under her breath
imagining him inside her, stretching her open, her
moaning out, "nnngghuhdaddy, fuck me, your – your big
girl, Daddy, ohhh god Daddy, suck my nipples, Papa,"
both her arms under her, both her hands, her fingers
strumming over her throbbing little clit, subtly,
covertly pushing in and out of her soft creamy wet
little cunny, hidden from her father heightening the
intensity of her arousal, "ohhhhgoddd Daddy," cumming on
her fingers, her entire body taut, shaking, trying to
not moan out loud.
Thinking she was still asleep, her father moved about
the cabin unselfconsciously tending to the fire,
thoughts of his daughter in the bedroom, his little
Giselle making him unbearably hard. He'd woken to her
feminine scent, the lovely smell of her hair, her warmth
right next to him and made himself get up; in those
first few instants of being awake his cock was already
throbbing hot hard, his balls tingling and warm needing
release. Laying next to his incredibly sexy daughter
he'd fantasized how easily he could just pull her on top
of him, raise her nightie, grip her tight little bottom
in his big hands, fuck his hugely hard cock into his
daughter, his Giselley, his little girl, bury his raging
hard cock into his little baby's warm little cunt.
He imagined her soft little voice, what her moans would
sound like, "Nnn, fuck me Papa, your...big girl, Daddy,"
his cock aching throbbing hard, "nnngguhhhdaddyyy, ohhh
Daddy, yeah, so big in me Papa, yeah, deeper, Daddy, in
me Papa." God how many times had he fantasized her
sucking his cock, her warm little mouth, "yesss, fuck my
mouth, Papa, cum in my warm little mouth, let me make
you cum, Papa," his hands in her hair, her sucking him
off, "cummm Daddyyy," him cumming in his daughter's hot
sucking eager little mouth, her fingers wrapped around
his cock, her cupping his balls as he exploded as she
swallowed all of him fucking him with her beautiful
little mouth, the same breaths she'd read poetry aloud
to him from, the same glimmering excitement in her eyes,
the same warm glow her looking so deeply into his eyes.
Giselle could see his breaths in the cold room and
closed her eyes when he turned to look back into the
bedroom at her in his big bed. She caught her breath
seeing her father's erection tenting the front of his
flannel pajamas, and still laying on her stomach,
pressed her fingers deep into her swollen wet little
pussy. She watched him take off his flannel pajama
shirt, and felt herself cumming again. She imagined them
being lovers, father and daughter, her man looking after
her building a fire for her; Giselle felt warm all over
with love and a hungry lusty desire for her father.
Looking out from under her eyelashes, sure he wasn't
looking in her direction, she studied his bare chest,
imagined her fingers trailing through his chest hair,
touched her fingers through her creamy wet little slit,
waited for him to pull down his pajama bottoms, to see
his erect incestuous daddy-cock. She imagined rubbing
her bare cheek on his chest, smelling his scent, her
little bottom pushing up, in rhythm with her fingers
fucking into her dripping wet little cunny, just barely,
so he wouldn't notice her fucking her warm little pussy,
thinking of him, strumming her fingers through her pink
little slit her fingers burying in her slippery, creamy
wet humming little slit, her hips pressing, rolling, so
soft warm.
She fantasized the feel of the warmth of his skin
against hers, her breasts and nipples tingling in his
strong arms holding her to him. She fantasized him
pushing her against the cabin wall, him raising her
nightgown, him pushing his hot hard throbbing cock into
her, him fucking his daughter, his little girl, his big
girl, him taking her from behind, him cupping her hot
aching tits in her big hands, his grunts and hot breath.
She saw herself pushing up on her tiptoes, to kiss him,
her rubbing herself on him, pressing against his daddy-
cock, "kiss me, Papa," she'd whisper, "want you, Daddy."
She saw herself rubbing on him through her nightgown,
her naked underneath, just like the daughter and her
Daddy in one of the stories, in the book she'd found
packed in one of the moving boxes. How the man let his
daughter climb into his bed, how she laid on her
father's belly, his chest, how she would make him hard
just laying on him, whispering in a little voice, "nnn
Daddy, let me... be your big girl," making her father
hard, and as he got hard, how she would rock her pelvis,
her nightdress pushing up, her bare belly, her bare
little pussy sliding along the full length of her
father's erection so soft and hard, his entering her,
warm wet gliding in and out through the lips of her
swollen hot little cunny.
Giselle imagined herself sliding like that on her
father, her nightie pulled up, her father's cock
slipping inside her, just the head at first, her belly,
her breasts her bare groin so warm hot on her father's
hard cock. She loved the part in the story where the
girl on the verge of cumming whispered, "Papa, I...I
want you in my mouth, Daddy, I...want to suck you, I
want you to cum in my mouth Daddy, can I Papa?" The
father in the story let her, his daughter sucking him so
deep into her warm wet willing little mouth, her cumming
sucking him, his holding her by her hair, fucking his
little girl's mouth, cumming in his daughter's eager hot
sucking little mouth.
The story made Giselle squeeze her legs together her
breasts swollen her nipples pushing into the blankets.
She wanted to make her father hard, her pulling on his
cock in her little hands, looking up into his eyes, her
taking him in her warm soft mouth. She quivered under
the blankets imagining his hands on her head, in her
hair, holding her as she sucked him, her father's
throbbing hard cock, making him cum in her warm little
mouth, milking his cock with her warm little mouth.
"Ohhh god, Daddy," she whispered into the pillows,
cumming on her fingers in her father's big bed, him just
across the room, his daughter fantasizing over and again
sucking him, how she'd please him like that every night
under the covers.
When she opened her eyes again he'd already changed into
his clothes and was going out the door to get more
firewood icy and buried under the heavy bulk of powdery
new snow. Giselle took the opportunity alone to bring
herself to a quaking, wracking orgasm, imagining her
father climbing onto her from behind, straddling her
legs, her warm little bottom pushed up into his warmth,
his growling, "Daddy needs my little girl," his cock
entering her, fucking his cock into her, taking her from
behind.
"Mmm, lil baby, so warm around Papa's big cock, that's
my good girl, push back, lil baby, you feel so good
baby, make Daddy feel good with your tight little pussy
baby, mmm you like Daddy's big cock, don't you sweetie,"
taking her from behind, trapping her under his weight,
"you like daddy's cock inside you, don't you lil baby,
let Daddy have you lil baby" his thrusts against her
tight little bottom, her answer, a guttural quivering,
"yesss," his thick throbbing incestuous hard daddy-cock
thrusting into her, "fuck me, Daddy," the bed shaking as
she begged for more, cumming all over her father's hot
hard pulsing thick daddy-cock as he exploded inside her,
rope after rope of his incestuous hot cum splashing
inside her, his little lover.
***
Lighting the fire, the heat from the flames on his arms
and chest reminded him of how last night sitting on the
bed his daughter came up to him, stood between his open
knees like a lover would. So sweet in her crisp white
nightie how warm and soft his Giselle felt as he took
her in his arms. How beautiful she was, how intelligent,
the depth in her eyes as he looked up at her and they
looked into one another, her so perfumy feminine warm
under her nightie, her firm breasts pressing out through
her nightie, how they jostled, how his cock stirred
swollen aching hard.
The way she moved reminded him of her mother straddling
him in bed, her sliding against his cock; how her eyes
would close, how her face would turn skyward; how a
slight smile would turn her mouth just so; how her lips
would part, how her movements would smooth; how she
would cling to him, his little bear, whispering,
"Mmmnnn, Daddyyy," her hips slowing to little rocking
movements, her pretending, "feel's, so good Papa," how
he'd just smile back at her glowing on his lap, her
hugging him, "I love you, baby, so much," and kissed him
warmly on the lips, staring into his eyes smiling, "my
sexy Daddy," her husband's cock still so hard between
her legs, wet with her cum as she slipped him inside
her, "nnngggh, Daddy, so big, Papa, let me make you feel
good Daddy."
A young woman now, Giselle's weight on one leg her hip
rested against her father's chest, leaning in toward him
sitting on the bed her small hands on his shoulders, he
breathed in her fragrance; a freshly bathed powdery soft
scent that made him remember years ago, the same
fragrance coming from the bath he shared with his
sister.
That fragrance, to this day one of the most erotic
scents he could imagine, a woman's bath, her wet and
glistening, in this case his younger sister showering,
bathing, washing her hair, the smell of shampoo, that
indistinct sweet flowery feminine perfume.
His cock throbbing hard pointed directly up at Giselle's
crotch through her gown, him hugging her to him,
breathing in his daughter's sweet feminine scent; god
how he loved her, god, how he wanted her.
***
A year apart in age he and his sister were like any
other ordinary siblings except one fateful summer
weekend at the lake they'd discovered how good it felt,
and how exciting it was to swim under the boat together
where no one could see them rubbing against each other.
Touching one another through their swimsuits, how
exciting and fun it was they'd found, getting each other
so sexually aroused, both of their bodies tingling,
aching, throbbing in the silent blue world all their own
underwater. Their secret, them plotting in hushed
smiling excited whispers to do it again every chance
they could in private, the thrill of lovers bursting in
their chemistry.
He remembered watching himself underwater touching and
rubbing his fingers through the cleft of his sister's
soft little pussy, how the look on her face would
change, cupping his fingers over her mound pushing
against the silky soft thin fabric of her swimsuit. How
they'd come up for air unseen under the overhang of the
bow, beaming at each other, all smiles and heavy
breathing, their secret, their play.
Now, hanging on to the anchor line they bumped and
rubbed on one another, their bodies tingling, how'd
they'd take big breaths and sink back under the surface.
How they'd swim underwater touching, feeling, how they'd
swim all the way under the boat, rubbing on each other
swirling through the water, suspended, touching each
other's sex, feeling as much as they could before coming
back up on the other side, again and again.
He recalled with some wonderment how aching throbbing
hard his cock was in his suit. How he'd hump his hips
into his younger sister's soft warm belly, and her into
his, her little hands as she squeezed his cock, her soft
groin pressing into his aching hard swollen thick cock,
her soft little cunny sliding up and down his length,
his fingers rubbing her soft warm-hot slit through her
suit gripping her bottom, the two floating under water,
their electric tingling hot arousal.
Then the one night she came up to the forward cabin of
the boat, and climbed up into the bunk with him; they
must have planned it, for her to come after their
parents and relatives went to bed because he distinctly
remembered being naked, how hot and humid it was, how
unbearably throbbing hard his cock was waiting for her.
Then seeing her naked in the light through the bow hatch
above the bunks set in a V into the point of the bow,
his little sister, her so perfectly soft-smooth, so
little on top of him, how warm-hot and indelibly
translucent her skin was, the heat of their bodies
together when she laid on him, how they didn't say a
word, their breathing so loud and hot both frenzied
rubbing on the other.
A few years later, one night after her bath, he heard
her moaning, the wall between their bedrooms paper-thin.
He lay in his bed, his head next to her adjoining wall,
and pulled on his throbbing hard cock listening to her.
Her little sounds, his sister masturbating, him
remembering the lake, remembering his little sister
naked in the bunk, rubbing on each other, how incredibly
hard she'd made him. Her so perfectly smooth bare her
beautiful pussy before he finally slid out of bed in
just his pajama bottoms. Riveted, thrilled, frightened,
almost shaking wondering if she'd want him, if she
thought about them at the lake too. His cock tenting out
in front of him he quietly slipped out of his bedroom
door.
His cock was so hard it hurt. He wondered if those years
ago when she snuck into the cabin if her pussy, her
breasts were as swollen and aching with excitement. His
cock thick and leaking pre-cum bounced and throbbed and
pushed up in his pajamas, pounding hard the closer he
got to her bedroom door. He turned the door handle
anticipating what he'd see, opened the door, whispering,
"Lynn?" so softly he barely heard himself over his heart
beating so fast, his own breaths.
The fragrance of her bath, a single lit candle on her
nightstand, her moans filling the room, he stood half in
her doorway half still in the dark hall his mouth
hanging open, his eyes wide, his cock raging hard so
aroused leaking pre-cum into his pajamas.
His sister was kneeling half naked on the floor at the
foot of her bed on top of her old oversized stuffed toy
porpoise. Her nightie open, her bare smooth skin glowing
in the candlelight, the round of her belly, her swollen
nipples, her bald mound, rocking her hips on her knees
on top of it, her eyes closed, her mouth open, rubbing
herself on it in a rhythm he remembered being magical, a
poetic, deliberate slow motion, so sexual, so beautiful,
he didn't know what to do with himself at first as she
hugged its wide arched back to her, the dorsal fin under
her, her rocking her belly her soft bare pussy against
it her sliding up and down its peachy-furry back rocking
with her.
He remembered thinking she looked so much like she did
that night in the bunk, his little sister, so petite, so
lovely as he moved his hand to his pounding hard
erection. He watched her rub her entire body on the
stuffed toy, his fingers wrapping around his cock, his
hips moving with hers, his cock sliding through his fist
them both so heated she seemed unaware he'd stepped into
the room.
He could smell his sister's sex as he watched her rub
her swollen firm breasts back and forth on the furry
back of the stuffed animal, her nipples so puffy
swollen, her rocking her hips so erotically, her soft
little mewling moans.
He whispered again, "Lynn?"
He remembered the look on her face startled but so
overwhelmed with erotic sensation, when she realized he
was there she just looked up to his whisper pausing only
briefly but didn't stop. Instead, she stared at her
brother's cock tenting up in his pajama bottoms, looked
up into his eyes, and then back at his cock. Hungry, as
desperately thrillingly hot as he was, her eyes closing
so softly her mouth hanging open too, she smiled
dreamily her sliding forward and back more pronounced,
her breathing deep, ragged, rocking, wriggling on the
back of the stuffed toy, not saying a word, not telling
him to leave.
He stepped further inside her bedroom door, mumbled
something about them at the lake, stepping up close to
her and raising his leg putting his hands on his
sister's shoulders, her moving forward for him,
shirtless straddled the stuffed toy too, behind her.
Feeling each other's touch, his chest and stomach to her
back, they both gushed out a breath. His rush to
unbutton his pajama bottoms as he scooted up behind his
little sister, his eight inch cock pounding aching hard,
his balls hot and alight, his cock so thick and heavy
against her lower back, their breathing so loud in the
silence.
He quickly picked up his little sister's rhythm, rocking
his hips with her, fucking his cock against her lower
back, her bottom, his hands on her hips, the feel of her
warmth through the thin cotton nightie, brother and
sister in a perfect ballet, his balls so hot and
tingling sliding back forth over the stuffed toy's short
fur the sensations so similar to what his little sister
was feeling too.
When she leaned back into him and whispered, "I
remember... us... under the water, rubbing like this,"
she panted, "in the bunk," they both breathed out
together, them both gushing out, together, huddling into
each other, "I – I wanted you to hear me, Col, to come
in," her shoulders melding into her brother's chest
behind her. "Wanted you... to... find me, like this,"
she poured out in shattering breaths, "I've... thought
about you... and me," her older brother nuzzling the
side of her neck, their breath hot on each other's
faces.
He whispered back, "me too, Lynn, me too. I think about
us, too, us...at the lake," so heatedly his little
sister moaned out, rocking faster, "me too, sis, I think
about you too... all the time," his thrusts more urgent,
"us in the bunk... I remember," his arms encircling his
sister, their warm heat burning into one another she
turned her face to his cheek, their mouths meeting,
kissing, the swirling of each other's tongues, their
incestuous kiss as he moved his hands onto his sister's
bare upper thighs, pulled himself harder against her
openly fucking his throbbing hard cock into the small of
her back. The friction-heat of their rubbing making the
fur so warm on his cum filled balls, so warm on her hot
little bare pussy, he moaned out loud into their kiss,
"feels... so good, you... feel... so good, Lynn. Like...
on the boat."
He remembered how when she reached between them, her
soft fingers circling around his raging hard cock, how
he groaned hugging himself to her, how warm-hot she was
in his arms, against his chest, his belly, his pre-cum
wet between them, how she raised her nightdress out of
the way, how he arched his back to give her room to rub
his warm-hot cock directly on her bare skin.
"You're...you're so hard," his little sister groaned
wrapping her fingers around her big brother's throbbing
hard cock, his pre-cum slippery wet, "you're, so
wet...like I am," she gushed, "so...hot, in my hand,"
pulling harder on his cock, "want to feel you," her
intake of breath as she pushed back at his long thick
hard cock, how she leaned forward and raised up to let
it slide under her.
He remembered the thrilling sensation of his throbbing
hard erection between his sister's warm wet silky soft
sex and the fur of the stuffed toy, the sight of them at
that age that must have been, brother and sister, them
straddling the stuffed toy, the sensation of her
slippery warm creamy wet little pussy wrapping around
her brothers perversely aching hard cock, his balls hot,
on fire and full of cum, her sliding on his cock forward
and back, sublime. How gushing creamy slippery wet she
was pushing down on him, rocking in little back and
forth motions, her hot little cunt sliding on his cock,
her older brother's throbbing hard erection, her
brother's arms around her, them moving in sync with one
another.
"Ohhh sis, you feel...so good," he breathed into her
ear, "so good," fucking his cock under his little
sister, through the lips of her hot little cunt, not
sure what else to say, kissing her, mouthing her neck,
her shoulder, hot wet, loving on his little sister,
leaning his chest against her hot-warm back, he reached
around her, pulling her nightie all the way open in
front of her, running his hands over his little sister's
hot hard nipples, her full, warm round swollen breasts,
groaning, "nnnnghhuhsis, your... pussy, feels, so
good...on my cock, your little pussy... is so hot,
feels... so fucking good. Your little pussy, feels, so
fucking good on my cock." Lynn crumbled into her brother
feeling his hands on her aching breasts, so swollen firm
her nipples hurt, his hands rubbing so hotly on her, the
warm slippery wetness leaking from her brother's cock
mixing with her own them both soaking the furry toy
under them.
So lost to the thrilling heat, the sensations, he and
his sister rubbing on each other he whispered,
"You're... so wet, so creamy warm wrapped around my
cock, Lynn, feels so good, you feel... so good. Your
warm little pussy, your...bald little pussy," he growled
hot against the side of his little sister's face,
cupping her pink little slit, turning him on even more,
remembering seeing her naked for the first time in the
bunk. Gushing out another breath at her brother's heat
Lynn leaned further forward, "I know... so good," she
panted, her pussy surging hearing her brother's
attraction, raising her bottom, lifting, the pulsing
throbbing thickness of her brother's hard cock pushing
at her hot little cunt, riding it's length under her.
"You feel so good, too, Col, your cock...so hard,
wants...to be, in me," the feel of her brother pushing
against her bottom, him pulling on her nipples making
her dripping hot wet.
Arching her back, rocking on her brother's seething hard
cock, she lifted more and more each time, more and more
trying to get more of him, his girth and length against
her, pressing into her creamy wet folds. Pressing into
her clit his cock gliding between her legs, through the
lips of her creamy wet dripping slit Lynn groaned when
her big brother's throbbing hard erection jutting up
under her touched upward and into the slippery wet
creamy folds of his sister's sex, pressed at her hole,
her dripping hot wet little pussy, when it bumped
against her swollen sensitive clit, Lynn went wild,
rubbing, grinding her dripping hot wet cunt hot on her
older brother's thick hard cock so slippery wet under
her.
Brother and sister both moaned out together, both having
thought about the other coming back home, the sensation
of each other's incestuous sex touching, so close to
fucking, the head of his cock pressing at his sister's
hot little hole, so hot-warm, so silky satiny soft, so,
so slippery wet, their bodies hot and sweaty, tingling,
alive. Her brother's hardness igniting inside her she
could barely breathe as she rocked back and forth on top
of his long thick throbbing hard cock gliding through
her soaking wet pink little slit. Her big brother
slipping his hand around in front of her to cup her
entire bald mound, fucking his cock through the slit of
her swollen hot little cunt, his fingers everywhere his
cock wasn't, wriggling on his fingers so wet and
slippery in her cum.
He remembered the sensual electric hum the one singular
moment when the head of his cock slipped inside her,
when his incestuous cock slipped inside his little
sister.
He remembered how she paused just in time for him to
push inside her deeper, and then deeper, them both
humping the big stuffed animal, fucking, brother and
sister.
Her big brother's incestuous hot hard cock fucking into
her Lynn arched her back, pushed into him, took her
brother inside her, began fucking her big brother. First
just the wide tapered head of his cock pushed past the
ring of her quivering, soft warm wet little pussy, and
then slid inside deeper, tight, and then deeper, her
older brother's fleshy hot swollen hard cock stretching
her open, filling her, her hot little cunt spasming
around his girth, taking him so creamy wet warm inside
her, filling her.
Lynn purred, "Nnnnn, Col, nnnngghhyessss, fuck me, ohhh
god, so big in me, fuck me, fuck my little pussy big
brother, nnghhhh, nngghhuh, yesss, have thought about
this... for so long, have wanted you to fuck me, for so
long," remembering all the times she'd fingered herself
remembering them on the boat, them rocking on the furry
back of the stuffed toy. Her brother's cock fucking so
thick and hard and throbbing into his little sister, her
gushing wet creamy-soft bald little pink cunny wrapping
so warmly around her brother's girth, brother and
sister, thrilled at the amazing feeling of at last
fucking, incestuous lovers. Rocking into each other, her
brother's thick hot-hard cock fucking so deep into his
little sister's warm incestuous tight little pussy
wrapping so wonderfully warm around him fucking her from
behind kneeling over the stuffed toy under them in the
silence of their parents house, in her old bedroom,
brother and sister, fucking.
***
Giselle's father rested his head against her soft warm
belly through her gown, his daughter's feminine
suppleness against the side of his face.
Consumed with her fragrance he wanted to move lower, to
raise her gown, to reveal her soft warm little pussy,
her smooth soft mound, to open his mouth, to taste his
own daughter, to lick his little girl's pink wet slit as
his hand brushed down her lower back. He realized she
wasn't wearing panties and his balls surged with heat,
his cock bounced, he breathed her in; he wanted to take
her as his lover.
It was everything he could do to not wrap his arms
around her, to not rub his aching hard cock between her
thighs, on her legs, to not cup and squeeze her warm
little bottom, to not reach between his daughter's legs
and press his fingers into his daughter's creamy soft
wet pink sex through her nightgown, to not reach up and
cup her lovely breasts through her nightgown, to not
pull her lips to his, the two of them alone together, no
one would need to know, their secret from everyone but
his wife, Giselle's mother.
Isolated at the cabin, just him and his little girl, he
hadn't even found room to masturbate in a week or more.
His wife's delay, first one week, then two, now three,
he couldn't help that the scent of a woman made his cock
hard even if she was his own daughter. He couldn't help
that his balls tingled hot, so full of want, of need, so
full of cum ringing for release, throbbing hot hard for
his little girl. He couldn't help loving how feminine
her touch was, how warm her soft hands were on his
shoulders, her fingers on his neck, on his scalp, in his
hair, brushing open over his upper back as he wrapped
his big arms around his little girl's waist.
He thought he could smell the warmth of her sex as he
gently ran his big hands up and down her calves, the
backs of her knees, her scent rising on his motions, her
fragrance, the heat of her belly against his cheek. He
contemplated going further her hips pressed into his
shoulders, his fingers curling around her, her body
moving against him, his daughter's warmth, her perfumy
soft scent causing him to feel such a mixture of
affection and regard, and, such hungry lust for her as
well. He caught himself, had to, his heartbeat slowing,
his mind calming. He smiled at the precariousness of the
moment, and looked up at her.
His voice almost a hoarse whisper, nothing came out at
first until he heard himself ask, "Time for bed, baby?"
***
Seeing her father half naked his erection tenting up so
big in his pajamas that morning made Giselle want to
touch herself all through the day, and the book she'd
found made it all worse.
Stories about daughters and their daddies, stories that
made her so slippery wet, her breasts and nipples
tingling and then aching throbbing hot each time she
thought about it. Incestuous hot wet lovemaking, father
and daughter, fucking each other on private.
She remembered their bare legs touching during the
night, and she remembered pulling her father's arms
tighter around her. She thought of how he held her
standing between his legs, how she became so slippery
wet his warm hot cheek against her belly, her fingers in
his hair, his hands on the backs of her legs making her
pussy tingle, her mound against his chest, her clit
humming with excitement. How she wanted him right then
to look up, to lean up, to pull her to his mouth and
kiss her.
Having seen her father's erection took on a whole new
dimension now lying in the same bed, that huge thing
between his legs.
The sexy smooth sensations of the bed linens on her bare
legs again, the softness of the silky bed linens nothing
compared to what her father's hands would feel like
touching her, her incestuous lover, his cock sliding
inside her, spreading her open, she just knew.
She wondered what it would be like to kiss her father,
to feel his tongue in her mouth like the father and
daughter in the story. How in the story, the young woman
kissed her father, so deeply and so passionately when
their mouths first touched they'd both groaned out loud.
How he would kiss her between her legs, how he would
lick her pink shiny little cunt, slide his warm wet
tongue through her pink creamy wet slit, how she would
moan, "nnghh, Daddy, lick me," spreading her legs for
him, opening for him, her father's hands roaming all
over his own daughter, and hers all over her father,
incestuous lovers.
Giselle shivered a luxurious feeling as she bit her
lower lip picturing the woman in the story, how she
jacked her Daddy's cock, pulling on him, kneeling
between his legs, looking onto his eyes, jacking her
father's cock, making herself deliriously hot jacking
him off, making him so hard, making him cum with her two
little hands. She pictured kneeling in front of her
father, pulling on him like the young woman in the
story.
The tantalizing realization that, it was just her and
her father here at the cabin, snowed in, in bed
together, and no one would know, no one would need to
know, just her and her Daddy in bed together loving each
other in private, their secret.
She could fuck her own father, and no one would have to
know. He could lick her sweet pink wet little pussy,
suck her hot aching nipples, and no one would know. She
could suck her father's swollen thick cock into her warm
wet mouth, him groaning, "ohhh lil baby, yesss that's
Daddy's good girl," sucking him so hard, sucking him
off, pulling on his cock until he came in her mouth, on
her face, on her breasts, and no one would know.
Fluttering to the sensation of her fingers a burst of
breath caught in her as her father climbed into bed.
Snow falling outside the window they talked until
Giselle drifted off, her Daddy's warmth against her
shoulder, their arms touching, his voice resonating
quietly in the darkness, his voice a lullaby telling her
what they would do the next day, for her to sleep
gently, to have sweet dreams, his sweet little baby he
called her, and Giselle smiled.
She loved how when during the night she rolled over, her
arm and leg draped over him, how he pulled her up on top
of him and she fell asleep just like that, sprawled on
top of her father's warm chest, her belly against her
father's belly, content, rising and falling on his
breaths. She snuggled into him, loved this intimacy with
him, rubbed her belly into his as she drifted off on top
of her father, just like the young woman in the story,
the potential of their incestuous heat radiating between
them.
Giselle dreamt of her handsome father raising her gown.
She'd shaved that morning smooth bare, her pussy
tingling hot, and in her dream, she dreamt she spread
her legs for him, her pussy shiny glistening wet.
She dreamt her father's fingers touched her there,
between her bare legs, that she moaned, opened for him,
let him slide his fingers inside her. "Mmm, lil baby,
you shaved for Daddy," he noticed, his moving down
between her spread legs. "Mmmm, Papa loves the my little
baby's taste, Papa loves licking your bald little pussy,
baby, mmmm, so, so creamy wet, so soft for Papa." She
dreamt he whispered, "Mmm, baby, look at my little girl,
such a beautiful little pussy. You like it when Daddy
touches you like this, don't you my sexy little kitten?
When Daddy licks you like this."
She dreamt how delicious her father's fingers felt
brushing her bald mound, along her wet pink slit. How
she moaned and cooed and writhed under her father's
delicate touches, how she breathed out, "Nnngghh, Daddy,
touch me Daddy, ohhh god Daddy, feels so good, feel how
wet I am for you Papa, touch me Daddy."
In her dream her father answered by sliding his index
finger in and out of her hot little pussy as she moaned
as her father whispered, "Yes baby, Daddy loves my
little baby, Daddy loves touching my little girl. Daddy
is going to lick my baby's bald little slit, your smooth
little pussy, Daddy will kiss you baby, just like you
want, lil baby." Just like in the story she dreamt her
father whispered, "Mmm, good girl, you like that don't
you baby, that's my good girl, such a big girl for
Daddy, open your legs for Daddy baby, let Daddy inside
you sweet baby, let Daddy have your beautiful little
pussy," that she let him fuck his thick hard throbbing
cock into her warm dripping wet little cunt, her humping
her hips to take him deeper, and deeper, her father
buried inside her, gliding in and out of her.
***
Tree branches hung heavily in the weight of the fresh
snow, and Giselle agreed happily with her father that it
was like their own little beautiful silent wonderland,
all the usual sounds muffled by the deep snow, all of
her secret incestuous thoughts making her tingle, just
the two of them alone together. He said it might be days
before they could even drive anywhere, and that no one
would be able to get to the cabin probably until the end
of the week, several days away, if then, and all her
thoughts were of her and her father touching each other,
her showing him how good she could suck him, him licking
her.
Constantly tingling with sexual want, the thought of no
one being around for miles and that no one was able to
reach the cabin because of the storm, Giselle's body and
senses and feelings hummed with an unwavering incestuous
desire for her father.
The scent of pine and that unmistakable unique smell of
cold and snow and low-slung grey clouds, the cabin and
the woods around them so enclosed, she thought about the
story again, imagined herself leaning over him, brushing
her body against his, her sitting on his lap. She heard
herself just like the girl in the story, moaning, "Suck
my nipples Daddy, suck your little girl's nipples,
they're so hot Daddy, yesss, suck them for me Daddy,
ohhh god Daddy, so warm, feels so good, ohhh god Daddy,
yes squeeze them Daddy, harder Papa."
Just thinking about seeing her father's hard cock, her
pussy flushed with heat. She didn't realize, last night,
when she lay on her father's chest, and in his half-
sleep, her Daddy's cock had gotten hard for her.
She didn't realize her nightgown had ridden up her warm-
hot legs under the blankets, or that her father dreamily
reached down and slid her gown up her bare warm thighs
to cup her soft warm little bottom, spread her open, his
fingers dipping into her soft, warm wet little pussy.
Almost asleep, discovering his daughter hadn't worn
panties and half dreaming Giselle was her mother, he
touched her shaven smooth hot bald little slit, just
like her mother's, just like his sister's those years
ago. He lightly stroked the soft smooth creamy wet
baldness between her legs, her wetness prompting him to
open the fly of his pajama bottoms, to rest his
throbbing hard cock hot between the cheeks of his little
girl's warm little bottom.
She didn't realize that, her father's big hands cupped
her there like that, spread her cheeks with his massages
of her, using her to rub his daddy-cock into her warm
little sex, against his daughter's hot little pussy as
he rocked his hips, fucking his erection along his
little girl's wet warm little slit, his daughter's soft
slick inviting little pussy.
She didn't know he ran his hands under her nightgown,
along her lower back, to her shoulders, hugged her to
him like a little doll. How his hands enveloped the
backs of both her thighs spreading her open, her
straddling his waist, how he longed to fuck her, his
little baby, how he slid the head of his cock to his
daughters creamy wet pussy, had pressed the wide head of
his cock to her hole deliciously tormented to not just
start fucking her. How in her sleep, aroused, she had
moved her hips to press against her father's cock,
rocking her hips, how his cock had almost entered her,
how she wriggled against the head of his cock and moaned
in her sleep so soft warm laying on her father's belly.
***
Her parents were moving from the city to the cabin and
Giselle was going with her father ahead of her mother to
get the cabin ready. Images flashed through Giselle's
thoughts as she kneeled on the windowsill bench;
fantasies of her on her father's belly, her nightgown
around her waist, her father's big hands cupping her
bottom, her sliding her belly against his hugely hard
cock; him pressing against her hot little pussy, so
slippery; the big head of her father's cock entering
her, stretching her open. Giselle arched her back, her
eyes closed.
Her mother would join them on the Thursday before
Christmas, but for the next week she had her Daddy all
to herself; and, excited all over again she smiled
recalling her conversation with her mother over the
phone, her discovering her mother left the naughty book
for her to find.
"I'm so glad you and Daddy are enjoying each other there
at the cabin, baby, I'll be there next week. Will you do
something for me, baby?" her tone so soft, even sexy.
Her mother was a very sexual woman Giselle knew and
something about the way she was talking to her, the
sound of her voice made Giselle feel sexy too.
"Baby? Daddy said you two, are... taking good care of
each other, that, you've been sleeping with Daddy,
baby... to stay warm at night. That's so lovely, baby.
Is that okay, sleeping in our bed with your father?"
Giselle nodded, said yes feeling herself becoming
aroused; she could hear in her mother's voice, something
in her mother's voice, like she was, turned on, by her
and her father sleeping in the same bed. Giselle felt
herself flush hot, that warm tingling in her belly, her
pussy gush creamy wet. She thought of the book, and the
story, "Daddy's Big Girl" and how the pages were worn
and earmarked. Her heart was racing, her breasts
swelling, her pussy tingling hot warm.
"Baby? Daddy said he loves you sleeping in our bed,
baby, that...you've been, keeping him warm at night too,
baby." Images flashed through Giselle's thoughts, of the
story, of her father's warmth against her shoulder, of
her being so wet, them laying in bed in the dark
talking, how her father made her laugh.
"I wish I were there with the two of you, we could stay
in bed all day just you, me, and Daddy, that would be so
wonderful, baby, the three of us...in bed, the snow
outside, the fire, at the cabin, alone, just the three
of us."
Giselle nodded again, picturing the three of them naked
in bed slippery wet between her legs, her mother's
singsong voice, her erotic suggestiveness making
Giselle's breasts and nipples swollen under her
nightgown ring with anticipation. Something about her
mother's voice, something about the suggestiveness of
the way she was talking.
"Baby? Daddy says he misses me terribly, sweetie. I'm
worried about him, baby. If he...if he has any, special
needs, baby, if your father...I want you to...would you,
take care of your father for me... like - like, Mommy
does, baby?"
Giselle felt that warm buttery feeling in her belly,
that feeling of opening, slippery wet, of being filled,
of being fucked, aroused by the double meaning of what
her mother was saying. Images of her and her father, her
mother guiding his cock to her soft wet little pussy,
she guessed when she found the book her mother had left
the book for her to find placed right on top of the box
she'd asked her specifically to unpack before she
arrived. Giselle wasn't sure what to say. Images from
the stories racing through her thoughts, the scent of
her father as she lay on her stomach touching herself,
her standing between his legs, feeling him get hard.
"With all the snow I'm depending on you... to keep
Daddy, warm tonight again, okay baby? I need you to be
Daddy's... big girl, baby. Daddy...would love that,
baby."
The words rang through Giselle like an alarm had gone
off. Her pussy tightened, and quivered, those words,
contagious, enflaming her, she gushed out a breath over
the phone and her mother heard, knew.
Her mother was breathing heavier now too, hinting at the
code of those words, Daddy's big girl, "...and when I
get there...we...we can take care of Daddy... together,
right baby?" her mother's voice shaking. "Will you do
that for Mommy, baby?" she was barely able to finish the
sentence, rubbing her breasts with her free hand,
sliding her hand down to rub her already dripping hot
wet cunt picturing her husband and daughter in bed
together, fucking, her father's cock sliding inside
their little Giselle, fucking their daughter, her
husband's big thick hot hard cock gliding in and out of
their little Giselle's pink creamy wet little pussy.
Giselle leaned into the wall by the phone, her breasts
swollen and hot, her panties warm damp, holding the
phone with one hand and fondling the spiraling cord with
the other, intoning each looping curl like her mother's
voice giving her permission winding toward the
incestuous conclusion. Hot and breathy, Giselle flushed
with arousal breathed into the phone, "I can, I will...
keep Daddy, w-warm...until you get here, for you..."
Her mother gushed over the phone slipping her hand
inside her panties, touching the creamy wetness flooding
between her legs. "Will you, baby? Take care of Daddy,
be Mommy's... big girl... for Daddy?"
Her mother's voice was so heated Giselle gushed out a
breath into the phone again too, her mother rubbing
herself, picturing her little Giselle jacking her
father's cock, sucking her Daddy's cock, "...be, Daddy's
big girl, baby? Daddy's good little girl?" them both
repeating the words, Daddy's big girl, Daddy's little
girl, the shared meaning provoking each other into a
frenzied lust.
"I...I will. I'll take care of Daddy, just...just like
you do, Mommy," Giselle answered in a whining rush of
arousal, her body flushed hot, dripping hot wet, swollen
and throbbing.
Her mother's voice got quiet, murmuring, "Yesss,
baby...be a good girl for Daddy...Daddy will love you
being there for him, baby," rubbing her clit, picturing
Giselle straddling her father, her gown pushed up just
like the young woman in the story, her husband sliding
his swollen hard throbbing daddy-cock into their little
Giselle, cupping her bottom in his big hands, fucking
her, just like she'd fantasized about her own father,
sucking his cock, him licking her swollen creamy wet
pink little slit.
"Baby? Your father and I know you're ready. Daddy...
will show you how, to be good for him, baby," thinking
of the story, "his... big girl, baby."
"I've...been sleeping in yours and Daddy's bed with
Daddy," she repeated purposefully, the image making her
dripping hot wet as she waited for her mother's
response, her reaction. "I've been reading... the book,
you left for me."
The heated mother breathed in, and closed her eyes, her
sexual excitement brimming over, her breasts and cunt on
fire; her daughter knew.
"Ohhh, baby, you have, yes, baby, I know you have, baby,
Daddy told me," she managed. "Have you liked sleeping
with Daddy, sweetie? Has Daddy been keeping you warm,
baby?" She could barely contain herself, slipping her
fingers in and out of her dripping wet sex, the hinting
words, the innuendo between mother and daughter, their
fingering themselves over the phone together more erotic
than anything either of them had ever experienced,
bonding, courting, lovers sharing a lover.
"Baby, have you liked the stories in the book?" the
pause of an answer delicious.
Giselle heard her mother's breathing become heavy, and
her mother could hear the change in her daughter.
"Yes, Mommy, I did, yesss ...I do...I do like the
stories... with Daddyyy..." Giselle squeezed her legs
together, hearing her mother moan on the other end of
the phone, struggling for words, "...it's supposed to
be, really cold tonight, and the snow, is so deep, we
have to have a fire going almost, all the time," Giselle
gushed out, wanting her mother to understand.
Giselle thought of the week ahead alone with her father,
and imagined them like the woman and her father in the
book, her eyes now closed, her knees bent, pressing her
gown into her damp wet little pussy, rolling her hips
into her fingers, her mother leaning into the wall by
the kitchen phone too, her fingers fucking into her
swollen hot little pussy.
"Daddy said the snow, is so deep, we'll be, all alone
here for days, just me and Daddy. Just me and Daddy, all
alone," she breathed out in a rush of heat. Both the
women's shaven smooth bald slits pulsed and creamed wet.
"Ohhhh, baby, yessss, just you and Daddy, all alone
together at the cabin, no one will know, baby, just you,
me, and Daddy, in private, baby, just us alone at the
cabin, no one will know baby."
"Mommyyyy..." Giselle moaned, "I'm-I'm so wet."
"Yes baby, so am I, baby. Tell Mommy, sweetie."
"It's...it's going to be, so cold tonight," Giselle
shuddered leaning against the wall, "and I'm - I'm
ready...to be, Daddy's...good girl, Mommy, Daddy's...
big girl," cumming, strumming her fingers over her clit,
her dripping wet soaking through her nightgown, "...can
I, Mommy, be... Daddy's big girl, like you?" she gushed
out on the end of a breath, wanting to hear her mother
say yes again, wanting to share in the heat of her
fantasies, her arousal, her plight of wanting what was
so taboo, and not having been able to share it with
anyone until now. She was making love to and with her
mother over the phone, the two women in a sexual embrace
of suggestion, of a shared knowing of the stories in the
book, in collusion.
Beside herself her mother breathed out with an
uncontrollable lust, "Ohhh baby, yesss, you can baby.
Mommy wants you to be, Daddy's big girl. Mommy wants you
to take care of Daddy, for Mommy, baby. Daddy will know,
baby. Just tell Daddy, you want to be..." she could
hardly speak, "be his...be...Daddy's big girl," she
gushed out as she came again.
Giselle's mother, her hand in her panties, feverishly
rubbing her pussy, imagining her husband licking her,
licking her daughter, licking them both, their being his
two little girls together, "Daddy...will understand,
baby. Daddy will...show you how."
"Like...the girl in the story did, Mommy? How she said
she wanted to... put her Daddy...in her mouth?" Giselle
gushed, her eyes closed, fantasizing with her mother,
fantasizing sucking on her father his hands on her head,
in her hair, his groaning like the woman in the story
and her Daddy, his saying, "Good girl, that's Daddy's
good girl, so good, baby, you suck Daddy's cock so
good," him cumming for her.
Her mother completely beside herself, her bald cunt hot-
wet, her baby had read the stories that she herself had
masturbated to countless times. She'd left the book for
Giselle, the pages worn, earmarked to her favorite
parts, placed discreetly but purposefully in the same
box as her daughter's things that she'd unpack those
first few days at the cabin alone with her father, to be
sure she'd find it.
"Ohhh baby, yess, baby, just like in the story, just
like her," she gushed as she flushed hot again, as she
imagined, pictured the story, the young woman and her
father, asking her father and her father saying yes, as
she began cumming, imagining Giselle and her Daddy.
"Tell Mommy baby, tell Mommy you want to be Daddy's good
girl just like Mommy."
"I do. Daddy's...big girls," Giselle whispered breathily
soft, so little, into the phone as she came yet again.
***
Giselle kneeled on the cushioned window bench looking
out into the back yard at all the snow from the night
before. She was still so aroused by her and her mother's
phone call. She felt dreamy and sexual, ready to seduce
her father. She was still wearing her warm flannel
nightgown covered with tiny little decorative pink and
blue flowers, her warm petite body inside it a stark
contrast to the cold winter day, her bare calves, her
thick warm socks, her feet dangling from the bench, the
flannel fabric formed to her soft little curves.
She kept thinking about her and her mother's
conversation, how last night she slept with her father
in the same bed. How when she woke up he was cuddled all
around her, their scents mingled together, and she felt
his hardness pressing against her bottom. How her
nightie was up around her waist, the curve of her narrow
hips in her Daddy's big hand, her nakedness exciting
her.
This time though, she rubbed herself on him, arching her
back, ever so slightly, moving her hips up and back
before he woke; it thrilled her so completely, her pussy
creamed slippery hot when she felt his cock twitch in
his pajamas repeatedly, because of her. She quietly
reached back behind her, and gently felt it through her
Daddy's so soft pajamas, his hard throbbing cock thick
in her little hand, her Daddy's cock so hot and pulsing
in her delicate little fingers. Her heart raced.
She was touching her father's cock and it was bigger
than she'd realized, than she even imagined, hard and
hot in her little hand. She mused at how it felt hard-
soft, throbbing, pulsing; she could feel it move in her
fingers, and she tried to picture it as the young woman
in the story described her father's hard cock being
almost bigger than her fingers fit around, how it grew
even bigger in her hands. Giselle breathed harder; it
was almost bigger than her fingers fit around. Laying
along her wrist in her grip, she squeezed and it lurched
in her hand, throbbing with the beat of her father's
heart.
She gazed out on the woods beyond the cabin, kneeling,
arching her back, her little pussy throbbing wet,
fantasizing about her father, the trees and bushes
filled with mounding white snow like bulbous organic
sculptures. Tufts of heavy snow from the winter-laden
trees fell without sound, leaving grey-white holes in
the otherwise perfect blanket covering everything deep
into the woods.
Birds hopped from branch to branch, and wiping away her
warm moist breath fogging and dripping down, making
streaks through her ghosting breath on the window glass,
she could see animal tracks in the snow not far from the
cabin. She thought about her father as she drew a heart
on the window in her misty breath.
She thought about her mother, how she said she could be,
"Daddy's big girl," imagining lying on her father's
belly, weightless, warm-hot on his skin. She gushed out
a hot breath, her pussy slippery wet.
Her breasts swollen under her nightgown, her eyes
closed, her mouth open, she pushed her bottom up and
out, arching her back like a kitten in heat. In slight
movements arousing herself wagging her bottom, she
remembered how she rubbed back against her father's hard
cock, how she whispered under her breath, her father
sound asleep, "Do you like that, Daddy? Does it feel
good to you, too, Daddy? My little pussy, so close,
making you hard, makes me feel... so warm inside, Papa."
She thought about what she would say to him, "Mommy told
me to be your big girl, Daddy, like the woman in the
book. Do you need me to be...your big girl, Daddy?"
she'd gush out all at once, pulling on her father's
erection between them. "DO want to fuck me, Daddy? Nnnn,
I want you to, Daddy, to fuck me, Daddy."
She imagined her father waking, him taking her hip in
his big hand, pulling her against him, fucking his cock
through her little fist. She was making herself dripping
wet. Her entire body humming, on fire, she opened her
knees further apart on the windowsill bench, her
nightgown pulled taut against the friction of the cloth
cushion, her legs spread, her back arched, her bottom
pushed out and up into the room, her bare swollen hot
pussy mounding naked and throbbing through her soft
little nightgown.
She fantasized her father watching her, her on her knees
and leaning on her elbows on the windowsill, her
dripping wet pink little cunt pushed up for him, and she
shuddered with excitement her arms crossed in front of
her, her breasts swaying slightly, jostling to her
movement. The cold through the glass damp on her
forearms, her nipples ached, and throbbing hot against
the soft material of her nightgown her bottom pushed up
and swaying, she opened her legs a little more open.
She closed her eyes, listened to her breathing, the
winter just outside the window, the sounds amplified,
she imagined her Daddy's touches as she arched her back
for him, his long fingers sliding through her wet little
pussy from behind her, bald and slippery wet under her
gown.
Her breath hot on the cold window caused her to think of
an image from the book when she found it in the box. She
first noticed the picture on the cover of the worn
paperback book of a couple and their daughter about her
age, her smiling and sitting in their bed between them
under the covers, innocent enough, a sort of edgy Norman
Rockwell image from the 1950's.
Something about the picture though made her feel flushed
with excitement. Somehow, she knew it was a pornographic
novel, one of the books her mother kept in her bureau,
and she subtly pushed it under a pile of her clothes
embarrassed, hiding it for later, a thrilling electric
shocked feeling coursing through her, tingling, she knew
what it was. The cover made her recall the summer before
at the lake where her father's family had a boat for
years, of being on the boat with her mother and father,
out on the rear deck laying on the upper deck bench, the
white faux leather cushions, the way they smelled, the
smells so familiar, of the lake, the sounds, the wind
and sunshine, how close they were as a family.
More than a few times she'd draped herself across her
father's lap, the three of them sunning, anchored out in
the privacy of a secluded cove, her mother leaning on
one elbow her head on her hand, her smiling, her knees
touching Giselle's leg as she rubbed and lightly tickled
her daughter's back.
She remembered how she felt tingles between her legs
especially as her mother rubbed her legs close to her
bottom, her fingers just touching the hem of her shorts,
how good the touch felt, almost pressing her to her
father as her mother's hand rested on her inner thigh
just below her bottom. She remembered as if in a dream
how she absentmindedly wriggled on her father's legs to
get more comfortable, her mother's warm hand around her
ankle, sliding back up to her upper thigh, how she'd
spread her legs as she fell asleep, the sensation of her
mother's fingers, her energy, wrapping her arms tightly
around her father's strong thigh.
She didn't know her parents smiled with love at each
other. Her handsome father stroking her hair, her head
on his mid belly, her mother softly rubbing her legs,
her bottom and her lower back as she dreamily heard her
mother whisper, "Good girl, that's our good girl, sleep
baby."
She remembered breathing deeply, how her hips began to
move in tiny circles all on their own before she fell
asleep on her father, how she was aware of that feeling
of him growing under her chest which made her feel so
warm inside. She thought she even remembered putting her
hand on top of the lump under her, and moving her hand
up and down, how she thought she remembered her parents
whispering, her mother whispering to her, "Good girl,
feel Daddy, baby," something about, "Mommy will show you
how to put Daddy in your mouth and make Daddy feel good,
baby."
Now she thought how close the lump was to her, she could
almost kiss it with her mouth right there, and
fantasized sucking her father's cock. He had been hard
for her. The thought almost made her cum right there on
the bench. In the story, the girl said how much she
loved sucking on her Daddy, and that's what Giselle
wanted to do first.
Her father had to go out and shovel a path from the
cabin out to the truck, and as he dressed, he looked
over at Giselle looking out the window. His little girl,
his daughter, her kneeling form accentuated under her
soft flannel nightgown, his little girl lost in her
thoughts, her bottom swaying back and forth.
God she looked so feminine he thought to himself. Her
mounding pussy pressing through her soft white
nightgown, swaying, inviting, made her handsome father
instantly erect. The light through the window
silhouetting her naked form through her gown, her on her
knees, her breasts hanging down, her nipples so puffy
and pronounced, her legs spread, the swells of her
bottom, her hot little cunt pressing back, the curve of
her upper inner thighs all caused her father's cock to
swell even harder.
The round of his daughters hips recalled images of his
wife kneeling before him, his cock sliding in and out of
her beautiful hot slippery wet cunt weeks ago now, his
cock sliding in and out of her hot little mouth, him
fucking her mouth, her sucking him dry. His licking his
wife's shaven bald sex the night before he and their
daughter drove up to the cabin, and how incredibly horny
he was. His wife saying, "It's almost time baby, lick my
pussy Daddy, pretend I'm your little girl, Daddy, lick
your little girl Daddy, your... big girl," and the
handsome father's cock swelled in his pants even larger
yet again.
He'd gone almost two weeks now without even so much as
masturbating, and it was almost too much having his
daughter sleep in the same bed with him night after
night. Her naked under her nightgown was making him
crazy for her. His cock grew hard at even a slight
thought of sex, and his daughter was arousing him beyond
words. Last night he almost came all over his little
Giselle's back. He wanted the first time with her to be
with his wife, but with her delay, he didn't intend to
hold out any longer, and she agreed over the phone. She
thought it was beautiful, and encouraged him.
"Has she been reading," she asked.
"Yes, baby, she's been reading," the implication clear,
and they smiled together before he handed the phone to
Giselle.
He knew Giselle found the book her mother had
purposefully packed for her to find; he saw her staring
at it in the box, her mouth open as she read and mouthed
the words of the title, "The Family Cabin," and the
dreamy far away look on her face.
He saw how, after she began leafing through it still in
the box, after a few minutes she pulled it from the box,
and slid it under her sweater draped on the bed, and he
smiled pretending he hadn't seen.
What he didn't know was that his wife had given Giselle
permission to be "Daddy's big girl" before she got
there. He knew he wanted her to raise her nightie for
him, for her to spread her beautiful legs just as her
mother had wanted from her father. He knew how badly he
wanted to lick his little baby's pussy for the first
time. How he would slowly seduce her, have her on the
edge of desire as his tongue would touch her beautiful
little cunt, lick her sweet juices from what his wife
told him would be her freshly shaven, bald slit, just
for him. He imagined his little Giselle, that moment
when she became creamy wet, her arousal her heat
coursing through her anticipating her father's warm wet
mouth on her bald little pussy.
He imagined his hands holding her legs right at the
juncture of her creamy white thighs, her scent, the
fragrance of her sex, bringing out a ferocious lust. His
mouth on his daughter's perfect soft little pussy, the
taste of her creamy little pussy, his saying, "Good
girl, that's Daddy's good girl," as she rolled her hips,
as she breathed out her pleasure, how his daughter would
become a wonton little slut just like her mother. His
incestuous desire for his daughter, his little girl, for
his wife's and his desire to share their Giselle, made
him as lustful as he could remember ever being.
His cock hard and hot and throbbing he recalled his
younger sister, their first time, rubbing on top of the
toy porpoise, the feeling of his cock sliding inside his
little sister, her hot wet swollen cunt, his balls
begging for release.
The longer he stared at Giselle across the room, her
kneeling on the windowsill bench, her practically
wagging her little bottom pushed up and out so fucking
provocatively, the longer he watched her little bottom
sway, roll, the harder his cock became.
When he saw her spread her knees even further apart, her
arching her back, rolling her hips, her nightgown riding
higher and higher on the back of her creamy white
thighs, her bare soft little pussy silhouetted through
her nightgown, he began rubbing his cock through his
pants.
When her gown slipped higher and higher still, when he
saw the first glimpse of her naked pink wet slit, open
and shiny wet, smooth silky bald wet, her rising onto
her hands on the sill, her back arched, her lovely
bottom pushed out, her rolling her bottom, he pulled his
t-shirt over his head and off.
When he saw her reach under her, and slide her fingers
through her creamy wet folds, he unbuckled his pants,
unbuttoned them, and let them fall to the floor.
The fire crackling and popping cherry red coals out into
the screen he stepped out of his pants, and barefoot,
moved across the wood floor toward his daughter, his
little girl, a vision of sexual heat there at the
window, kneeling on all fours, her eyes closed, her
mouth hanging open, her fingers strumming through her
open perfect little pink shiny slit, her breaths fogging
the glass in front of her, his little Giselle working
herself into a sexual heat, her incestuous fantasies,
her body ripe and hot and ready to be fucked, for her
father's cock, her father's thick pounding hot hard
cock.
Her hands on the sill, her bottom pressed up, her legs
spread wide over the bench, Giselle opened her eyes and
looked right into her father's eyes as he approached
her. She gushed out a hot breath. His cock rigid hard,
him naked, the look on his face, like hers, full of
lust.
Giselle's back arched instinctively, her gown slipping
that last bit up over her bottom fully exposing her
swollen pink wet little cunny open to her father's gaze.
Her moan a gushing soliloquy, like a cat mewling,
pouring from her, "Ohhhhhh god Daddyyyy, ohhhhh Papa,
need you, your...your big girl, Daddy," her bottom
rising up, her back arched impossibly, "want you in me,
have...wanted you in me, my little pussy, Daddy, needs
you Daddy," her father's strong hands so big on her
surrounding and gripping her roiling tender little hips,
pulling her to him.
Her father leaning over her at waist level, his bare
skin, his swollen hard throbbing cock brushing his
daughter's dripping wet little cunt, his belly on her
lower back, his face alongside hers as she leaned her
head back to him, their mouths locking into a long hot
incestuous kiss until he nuzzled the fragrance of sleep
still in her hair, her cheek so soft and hot,
purposefully pressed his groin to his little girl's up
thrust bare little bottom so warm on his hips, his
thighs, the length of his throbbing hard cock pressing
into his daughter's soft warm wet little slit.
Pressing into her, his weight against her, his body
melting into hers, he reached around under her to touch
her soft belly, to cup his daughter's swollen hot
breasts as Giselle raised herself on her arms, her
filling the swell of her father's chest, arching her
long slender torso pressing her bottom, her cunt into
her father's hard cock, how she breathed, "it's so
beautiful... outside... isn't it, Daddy?" her head half
turned as her father kissed her, as she pushed her
tongue into his mouth and gushed out an excited hot
breath.
"Yes baby, beautiful," her father's kiss still hot in
her mouth, and as she turned, kissed her again, slid his
tongue into his daughter's eager warm mouth, anything
but a fatherly kiss, lovers, incestuous lovers, father
and daughter alone in the snow bound cabin, their
mingled hot breath fogging the glass, the heavy snow
encapsulating them, the moment, inside the cabin, just
him and his daughter, his little girl and her father,
both oozing a tingling hot sexual desire for the other.
"Are you Daddy's big girl, baby?" her father growled
into her ear, and like code words Giselle gushed an
inner explosion, "Ohhh god Daddy," heaved her body back
into her father's erection pressing against her bottom,
"yesss, your big girl, Daddy," arched her back,
seething, her juices flowing from between her legs, her
father's hand moving over her belly, his hand sliding up
to encase one breast pressing hotly into his hand.
There was no denying the hunger, the passion, father and
daughter hungry for each other; there was no need to,
alone together in the cabin, father and daughter, her
mother's permission and approval, her urging, now a part
of her daughter's breathing joined with her father's.
The way she nuzzled her father's face, the hot steaming
touch between them, Giselle wanted her father to see how
good she could be, how she pressed her body back into
his, his daughter, his incestuous little lover, his cock
pressed hard and throbbing against her swollen dripping
creamy pink little cunt so hot wet, so on fire for him,
them grinding against each other's sex.
"Your big girl, Daddy," a gushing hot whisper, "your big
girl, your good girl, just like Mommy," pushing her
bottom, her cunt hot and bare arching for father's hot
hard cock. "Put it in me, Daddy, make me...your big
girl, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy."
"Yesss, just like Mommy, baby," he growled sliding his
hands up under her gown, up her legs, over her bottom,
nuzzling into his daughter's throat, sliding his hands
up over her ribs to her warm full swollen breasts
filling his hands.
"So hot for you, Daddy," Giselle mewled, so softly, her
father's cock, prodding the soft wetness between her
legs, bounced, throbbed, and found her warm wet tight
little pussy.
Giselle quivered all over as her father's thick swollen
hard cock pushed inside her, spread her open, filled her
so thick and pulsing hot, arching her back relaxing her
throbbing hot little cunt to let him in, "Ohhh god
Daddy, nnnnghhyesss, your big girl," pushing back into
his chest, her father's arms so warm on her soft skin
under her gown, his hands full with her breasts,
squeezing, pulling her nipples, arching her back into
her father as he guided his thick hard cock deeper and
deeper inside her, fucking her, father and daughter,
incestuous lovers.
"Ohhh lil baby, yes, Daddy's big girl. Mmmm, Giselle, my
lil baby, you're so soft, so warm, so wet, your pussy
feels so good to Daddy, baby, that's my good girl, push
back onto Daddy's cock, take Daddy's cock, baby, fuck
Daddy lil baby. Mmm, Giselle, yessss baby, fuck Daddy."
Giselle pushed against the windowsill, back at her
father, kneeling on the windowsill bench, her little
bottom thrust up, her gown up over her hips, her
father's hot hard cock throbbing, pushing, sliding
inside her. Every sensation, her father's warmth, his
touches, her mouth open gushing hot breaths to his every
thrust, her little mewling sounds, her breaths gushing
from her in bursts as the swollen thick hardness of her
father's cock slipped deeper inside her, penetrated the
warm pink heat of her cunt, spreading her open, her, her
soul, her being, his girth sliding effortless through
her pink little slit, fucking his daughter, his little
girl, his big girl, deeper and deeper into her warm
quivering little belly.
"Ohhh god Daddy, nnggghh, your big girl Daddy, ohhh god
Daddy, yessss fuck me, just like the girl and her Daddy
in the story. Ohhh god Daddy, your cock feels so good in
me, so good. Fuck me, Daddy. I'll be your big girl for
you whenever you want Daddy, ohhh god, Daddy, yesss."
"Oh lil baby, nnnghhh, Daddy's...big girl, Daddy's good
girl, aren't you baby. Your little pussy feels so good
to Daddy, Giselle," her father growled, gripping her
hips, her white nightgown bunched up around his wrists,
thrusting his cock in and out of his daughter, her
sopping wet little cunt so warm and tight and soft
around his throbbing hard daddy-cock, buried so deep
inside his daughter, his little Giselle's tight, hot,
soft little pussy at last wrapped around his pulsing hot
girth, her father's cock.
"Your mother will be so proud of you, baby. That's my
good girl. Ohhh lil baby, yesss, swivel your hips just
like that. Oh fuck lil baby, so good," his swollen rigid
hard cock, aching, throbbing hard, at last inside his
little girl, fucking his Giselle, gripping her tender
little hips, buried inside his sexy little girl.
Giselle spread her knees wider apart, her feet and
calves dangling from the window seat, her back arched so
impossibly, her hot little cunt, his, her tight little
bottom thrust up for her father, his, him fucking her
long and hard and deep.
"Ohhh god Daddy, cumming, Papa, cumming on your cock.
Nngghh Daddy, want you to cum in me, take me back to
bed, Daddy," she panted. "Want to... show you, how good
I can be, your big girl, Daddy, just you and me alone in
bed, Papa. Show me, how Mommy fucks you, Daddy. Show me
how..." Giselle paused, her mouth open, "show me...how
mommy... sucks you, Daddy," she gushed out, cumming on
her father's cock. "How she makes you...cum in her
mouth. Ohhhh god Daddy, you're getting so big in me,
Papa. Touch my tits again Daddy, pull on my nipples,
Daddy, oh god Daddy, cumming Daddy, cumminnnggg on your
cock, Papaaa. Ohhh god Daddy, you're so big in me, fuck
me, Papa, fuck your big girl, Daddy."
"Mmmm baby yessss, cum on Daddy's cock. Ohhh little
baby, yessss, Daddy's big girl, just like in the story,
Daddy's big girl, aren't you, baby? Daddy's little
pleasure toy, Daddy's incestuous little lover girl."
"Ohhhhhuhhh, Daddy, nnnghhyesss fuck me. You feel so
good in me, Daddy, so good, Papa. Do you love my little
pussy, your big girl's pussy, Papa? Ohhh god Daddy,
cumming again, Papa, cumming on your cock, Daddy, ohhh
Papa, nnnn, yessss, fuck me Daddy. Your big girl, cum in
me, Papa. Want to...tell Mommy...I made you cum in me,
Daddy, that you came in your big girl, Daddy, that I
made you cum with my tight little pussy, Papa."
"Ohhh little baby, yesss, Daddy's going...to cum too,
baby, with you, in you, ohhhhhh lil baby, you're going
to make Daddy cum, baby, your little pussy, so good,
cumming, in your little pussy baby. Oohhh fuckkk, nghhhh
Giselle, my big girl," pulling his daughter up to him,
his arms around her, cupping her breasts, fucking his
cock deep inside his little girl, cumming in his
daughter, deep in her belly, "cumming inside you,"
thrusting against her soft little bottom, his daughter,
now his incestuous little lover, "mmmm baby, Daddy's big
girl, Daddy's lover. Mmmm, kiss Daddy, baby" he growled
still fucking his cock into his big girl, his daughter,
his little Giselle.
"Nnnn Daddy, whenever you want me Daddy take me, your
big girl, from now on, Daddy," Giselle whispered out of
breath, playfully smiling as she kissed her father,
still milking his cock with her soft little pussy,
moaning as he pushed his tongue into her warm wet mouth,
a fresh snow starting to fall.
***
That night, after fucking each other all through the
afternoon, Giselle sucking her father's cock for the
first time, swallowing his cum, jacking his cock, her
father licking her to orgasm, cumming in each others
mouths, in bed, the fire burning hot, the cabin so warm,
Giselle laying next to her father wearing one of his big
shirts, whispered, "Daddy?"
"Yes, baby."
"Am I your big girl now?" she smiled, cozying up to her
father, grinning, finally the story their own.
"Ohhh baby, yesss, Daddy's big girl. My little kitten."
"Daddy, I want you to do something for me tonight."
"Anything, baby," her father whispered back, Giselle
nuzzling her father's neck.
"I want to lay on you, Papa, and have you tickle my
back."
"Is that all baby?" he smiled, ""I love tickling your
back, sweetie," as Giselle slid on top of him straddling
his waist and laying down on him, her legs pushing his
robe open, his cock already hard under her.
"Nuh-uh, Papa" she whispered, nuzzling into her father's
neck. "I want to pretend, we haven't fucked yet, Daddy,
and...realizing I'm not wearing panties, and feeling my
warm skin on yours, you start to get hard, and..."
Giselle relaxed all of her weight on her father and was
already moving her hips up and down the length of his
cock, in circles, getting her father wet with her
juices.
"...I want to pretend, your just rubbing my back,"
Giselle breathed out, exciting herself more and more,
opening her father's shirt she was wearing, exposing her
swollen hot breasts to his bare chest, pressing her
nipples into her father's warmth, rocking her hips,
pressing her mound against her father hot skin, rubbing
her smooth bald mound on her father's hard swollen cock.
"I – I want, to pretend..." her voice fluttering,
moaning, rubbing herself all over her father, "that...
it accidentally...slips inside me, Papa. Your cock,
Daddy," gushing out the words, "us...to pretend, like
nothing's happening," rubbing her clit, her, so damp
hot, her mound so shiny slippery wet sliding on her
father's throbbing hard cock, her nipples aching into
his chest, "like the girl in the story, Daddy," the big
rounded swollen head of her father's cock slick with his
pre-cum and hers, touching her little hole.
"Pretend...with me, Daddy," her father's cock spreading
her open, "pretend with me, that I'm not... fucking your
cock, inside my little pussy," unable to contain her
pleasure, her voice rising, her catching her breath,
"that you're... not, sliding inside me, Papa, that
you're not, cupping my bottom Papa, that we're not,
committing incest Daddy," Giselle gushed out sinking
down on her father's raging hard cock, "while Mommy's
not here," his big hands cupping her warm little bottom,
"us alone, just us, here in the cabin, just us," his
girth fucking into her, "where no will know," spreading
her so impossibly wide open, "that you're, fucking your
daughter, your little girl. Pretend with me Daddy, that,
your cock, isn't... inside me, Papa, your big girl,"
Giselle breathed out milking her father's cock so deep
inside her tight warm wet little pussy.
Pretending as if she weren't unable to not start fucking
her Daddy, his big warm hot hard cock slipping inside
her. Her raising up, pushing back down, working her
father's throbbing hard cock with her quivering warm
soaking wet little pussy. Fucking her Daddy, cumming on
her father's cock as he came so deep inside her, her
father's cock buried in her warm wet little cunny spread
so wide around his girth, his big hands cupping her
little bottom, fucking his daughter, incestuous lovers
groaning together into the silence of the cabin, Giselle
squeezing, pulling, fucking her father's cock so deep
and throbbing hard inside her, his big girl.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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