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Olive's Walkabout
by Olive's Mob (address withheld)

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Daughter seeks out her missing father's whereabouts and 
decides to cohabit. (M/f-teen, ped, inc, rom)

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I've read that roughly forty percent of Australian 
family members have had at least one experience with 
incest during their youth. It seems often not to go on 
to be a permanent lifetime relationship, mainly because 
of the pressures of family life or society or simply 
other individuals become more important. Therefore, what 
has happened with me is very rare. 

I have now been able to become an official married 
partner to my father. We were able to do this because of 
one small but important detail about cohabitation 
legislation in my country. It is not compulsory to write 
down the father's name on a Birth Certificate.  

When my Mum gave birth to me, she gave me her own last 
name and wrote down her father's name as being my 
father. I was thrilled when I found this out last year. 
It firmly set down my predisposition towards incest. 
This is because my father was in fact, my mother’s first 
son. I was not to find this out until later in life but 
this fact set the seed for my attitude towards incest. 
It was well established by the conjured mental images in 
my early years. 

Mum's reason for not wanting to write it down was 
because my Dad had simply deigned it when he found out 
he had made his and my mother pregnant. She felt 
bitterly angry towards him because of this lack of 
truth. Being too young, he simply "went bush" as they 
say in my country. "Gone walkabout", they also call it.  

She believed that he was too young, so she didn't want 
him to have any rights through my mother’s clan or mob. 
Also, she knew that he could never be able to blackmail 
her because she was a white woman married into tribal 
clan member of a well respected and quite well off half 
breed grazier. 

Now I know she was so wrong about him but don’t ask me 
how I knew this. Using several different welfare 
agencies and a lot of hard work, I was able tracked him 
down. I was 13 at the time and he was only 24. He had 
bred my Mum with me when he was just 11 when she was 
about 30. I was born before he turned 12. 

I forgive him for running away, because at that age his 
family, and Mum's family, in fact the whole of society 
was making a lot of trouble for him, especially for a 
son getting his rich white women pregnant with a quarter 
black baby. I have since learned that her son was not 
the only teenage black boy that my mother would enjoy 
throughout her life.  

I found several good leads up in Darwin, These people 
found records that showed him in Alice (the town Alice 
Springs), and by going to a number of local pubs in 
Alice I eventually found out he lived some 40 kilometers 
south of the town in a little run down pale green fibro 
shack. 

I went down there and spoke to an elder of the mob, and 
after answering all the elder's questions about my 
motivations was finally pointed out his govie house. The 
elder came along with me in case anything needed to be 
smoothed over.  I knocked and he opened the door. 

I was so excited to see him I said, "Hi Dad." 

He looked just the same as Mum's secret photograph of 
her son, only older. Dad looked at me, then at the 
elder, then back at me again. He could tell from looking 
at the elder that I was genuine and the real thing, fair 
dinkum, because the elder was so serious. He could tell 
from looking at me, because I looked so much like my 
mother, only with darker skin.  

Dad opened the fly-wire door, and said "Well, I guess 
you'd better come in". I grabbed him around his neck and 
gave him a big hug. Dad staggered around and fell into a 
small wooden seat next to the small Laminex table. 

His cottage had only two or three rooms.  We talked for 
a long time, and he made many cups of tea for me. The 
elder left as soon as he knew we were both comfortable 
with each other. I immediately began to feel a deep bond 
with my Dad. I decided to unpack my things and stay 
there. I had brought enough money to stay in a hotel, 
but I didn't want to. I decided I wanted to stay with my 
Dad. Yet I was not sure about his attitude. 

He had only one bed and I thought that one of us will 
have to sleep on the floor. I took a look at the bed. It 
was big enough for two. I gave him a hug and said I 
didn't care whether we slept on the floor or in the bed, 
so long as we eventually sleep together.

I quietly decided that I was going to be his woman, at 
least for awhile.  As I watched he realised my 
intentions and began to get a noticeable erection, which 
actually started when the elder told Dad that he was to 
treat me right if he took me in as his woman.  
Excitedly, I playfully grabbed it. He said "Hey. You're 
not supposed to do that to your father." 

I became more excited and replied, "Of cause I can. Who 
said I can’t?  I am really good at fucking, just wait 
you’ll see." 

He said "We'll see how good you are." and he grabbed at 
my newly enlarged bosom in a return gesture. 

I said, "Hey! Softly, softly." 

Then I held his hand on my bosom, and began to breathe 
deeply. It wasn't much longer before we were both 
starker’s lying in his bed. We were screwing each other 
shortly after. I’ve been fucking a lot in recent years 
and my Dad was really good at it too. 

I felt his spunk warming the insides of my belly shortly 
after we started. I was convinced that I was okay with 
that fact now.  As we rested he said he was puzzled why 
I wanted him so much. I guess I was a bit vigorous on 
him because I really worked his cock hard. I explained 
that I've been missing him all my life. I told him that 
I was my mother’s daughter after all because I liked 
being fucked full of black fella’s spunk. 

He said he often thought about me. I think we both knew 
then that he would have to tell the elder that he would 
take me as his woman.  As we are approaching my 
fifteenth birthday, two years later on now, I knew that 
I wanted to spend more time with him. He hadn't had a 
drink since the day we met, partly because he is happy, 
and partly because he wanted to look after me properly. 
We went walkabout together where he taught me his 
people’s ways and his knowledge of the bush, which I 
became increasingly eager to learn all about. 

I got hold of my birth certificate. As I said, there was 
my grandfather listed as my father, and Mum had given me 
their last name, not my father's, because she thought 
we'd never see him again. 

So all we had to do was go back to a town, wait until 
the elders said I was old enough go where no-one knew 
us, get married like most folks do, and live as man and 
wife. We got hold of a marriage celebrant, I got dressed 
up in a wedding gown, we had a photographer to take 
pictures and nobody knew that we were actually father 
and daughter. 

We went on a honeymoon in the bush, and lived off the 
land, eating bush tucker like witchery grubs, berries, 
bats, birds, a wallaby, etc, and we'd go into whichever 
town we were near for "a slice of cow" as Dad calls it. 

I know enough about the bush to live very well in it. 
You hear about white people who get lost in the bush and 
starve to death. To me that's like starving to death in 
a pantry or supermarket. There's food everywhere in the 
bush. You've just got to recognise what's good to eat. I 
can tell you that he likes to eat me a lot and I like to 
feed him my cunt juices in trade for his spunk. 
Sometimes we just survive on each other’s juices. 

It keeps us fit and active.  

END

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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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