I have been wanting to write an incest story for a long time, but I just could not come up with a credible way to have the tension break and one party discover the other was interested. Finally, one day, it hit me. This is the story of a young woman who unwittingly writes herself a blank check for love.
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Lacie Leopold had kept a diary ever since she could remember. It had become her outlet for her deepest secrets, the ones she could never tell another person. Lacie was very shy, but it didn't change the fact that she was a woman, with blood that occasionally boiled for the kind of touch that would have made her blush mightily.
At the age of eighteen now, she was just finishing up high school, and considering a year off before going to college. After all, college was so mysterious and scary. She wouldn't know anyone at all! Fortunately, her father, Michael Leopold, understood this and considered a year off a graduation gift to her, since he could not afford a car. Since her mother had died when she was in sixth grade, the Leopolds, just Lacie and Mike, had not exactly been wealthy. Although he was able to maintain the house payments and such, his small business didn't leave much after bills were paid.
Lacie was an attractive girl. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't big, either; as Mike put it, she was a real woman, just as she should be, with curves and softness where a woman was supposed to have them. Any man who could not appreciate a woman who was built like a woman should be built, he said, didn't deserve her.
Lacie had a very pretty face, some would have dared say angelic. And her curvature had become more and more apparent after she turned twelve, until she had ended up with a chest that exactly mimicked her mother's before she had come along. They were large, teardrop-shaped, and needed no support. Much different than some other girls she had seen in the shower who had breasts about her size. All the girls were jealous of her breasts, and especially the looks they drew from the guys. She was definitely not unpopular because of her looks.
Lacie had been approached by a handful of guys, but she was always so self conscious and shy that she turned them down, despite desperately wanting to say yes. Most of them never tried a second time, and after tenth grade, she had unfortunately procured a reputation as being uninterested in men. Some whispered that she must be after the other sex, but then some girl would smack that whisperer and rebuke him, saying she had never seen Lacie show even the slightest interest in women, either. Then the group would inevitably decide that she must be weird, and moved on to other more interesting subjects.
Lacie didn't get invited to the Senior Prom, and she really didn't have any friends to speak of, so she stayed home that night, much to her father's dismay. Around midnight, when he was finally done with the paperwork for his small business, he came up to make sure she was asleep. He found her sitting up, slouched over, having fallen asleep while writing in her beloved diary. Mike took it out of her hand, and set it aside. He was about to whisper for her to lay down, but his attention was diverted by her perfect chest, barely covered, and memories of her mother flooded back to him. Twenty years before, he had first suckled a chest that looked identical...
Mike had gotten over the outward pain of her loss. She'd had cancer, and her death was a relief to everyone, after the way she had suffered. He knew that, by far, it was more a relief to her than anyone else. A few years later, he had tried dating, but found that his heart wasn't in it. He spent too much time on his business to really have the time to be spending with women who wanted to go to dinner and dance.
But now, here he was, staring at his daughter, peacefully asleep, with her nightgown doing little to cover those two perfect mounds of soft, curvaceous flesh. He had jokingly called them ski slopes when he would kiss and suckle her mother's. Now he found himself wondering what it might be like to feel the warmth of them again, the softness, smoothness, the...
Naturally, of course, it was impossible. He sat down next to her, careful to prevent his weight from waking her as he did so, and he just took a moment to gaze at her. She was beautiful, so beautiful. He had always been extremely proud of his daughter's great looks, but had always wondered why she had never brought home any boys. Now he wondered again.
It occurred to him that her diary might give him the answer. She had been keeping a diary for so long that there were a couple of boxes under her bed that held nothing but her old filled up diaries. Always insisting that she deserved privacy and respect, he had never tried to read her diary, and she knew that.
"Maybe... maybe I should read them," he thought. "Maybe I should read them to know who she really is? She would never know unless I gave it away by saying something she could trace to her diary. And I am going to lose her to the world soon, anyway... I might as well get to know her better, right?"
After a few minutes of thinking this over while he watched her slow, steady breathing raise and lower those beautiful breasts, he decided that he would just read what she had written for this evening. He reached over and picked up the book from the bed table and opened it to the last entry, where he began to read.
Dear Diary,
It is as I have feared. This evening will see me all alone when I should be attending the prom. As I expected, not a single boy asked me to go with him. They must all still think I am a lesbian. I suppose it's just as well, as shy as I am. I'd probably be dumb enough to say no. Which would naturally leave me right where I am right now... so perhaps it's not as big a loss as that. And besides, I have not a clue how to dance.
At least I am here with daddy. With any luck, he'll come up here and say goodnight and tell me to go to bed. I'll try and stay up until he does. He's so sexy... I don't understand why the other girls in class think the boys are so interesting when there are older, more mature men to be appreciated, like poor daddy who doesn't have anyone. I wish I could be his someone... I would do anything for him, and I would do anything to be his lover. Maybe someday he'll get the balls to read one of my diaries and find out... until then, I can only hope and dream. And pray that if he ever does find out, that he doesn't hate me. Please, God, let him love me like I love him. I just
It was at that point that she had fallen asleep, and at that point that Michael Leopold had awakened, at long last, to his only daughter's silent plea. He sat there stunned for a long time, looking at her, reading again what she had written, wondering what he was suppose to feel in response, what he was supposed to do? The cat was out of the bag, and he could not easily hide it from her now that he'd read her diary. He also could not do what it was she so desired. With a sigh, he carefully arranged the diary to appear as if it had fallen out of her hand, and then he slowly raised himself to his feet and left.
The next day, it was easy to avoid her at breakfast, since they rarely had breakfast together, and he sat in his office staring at a spreadsheet, his mind still whirling with his discovery. When he heard her call out her goodbyes before she left for school, he responded in kind, hoping that his voice would not give him away. When the door closed, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.
He had to admit, as a man, it was nice to have a younger woman interested... especially such a beautiful one as Lacie. But why, dear God, why did it have to be his own daughter?!
He also had to admit, her resemblance to her mother had crossed his mind before. He had to admit, her body was a stunning example of what a woman should, in his opinion, look like. And he had to admit that he had sometimes fantasized about sucking her breasts, and even having sex with her. But he was her father, and she was off limits.
"Yes," he thought firmly. "She is off limits."
He got up and went into the kitchen to make himself breakfast. He decided to have a few soft boiled eggs. When they were ready, he was sitting at the small round kitchen table enjoying them when his mind returned to his daughter and her unintended revelation. She had even written in her diary that she wanted him to find out. Her diary... She was gone, and now he could read it! While she was away at school for the last month of the school year, he could read them all.
Over the next few days, he did just that, always careful to photograph the way the boxes were situated with his pocket digital and then use the image as a guide to replacing them exactly. What he discovered was amazing. His daughter, his Lacie, had been dying to fuck him ever since she had been keeping her diaries!
Over and over again, he read about her favorite fantasies, how he would take her virginity, how he would make love to her. The scary part was that she described exactly what she had seen him do to her mother once, and she had apparently fixated on that. He literally would not have to even try to do exactly what her deepest, fondest fantasy was!
It took him a week of workdays to read all her diaries. He'd been very careful to appear as if he knew nothing new while she was around, trying hard to treat her just as he had always treated her before, but now it was difficult not to notice the womanliness of her form. He had started thinking of her as a sexual creature, and not just as his daughter, and now he was starting to notice that she was extremely attractive.
The day after he had finished reading them all, he realized that he had not read the entries for the week during which he had read all the old ones. When she left to go to school, he again made his way up to her bedroom and sat down with her little book of secrets, which she had under her pillow, just like always.
Dear Diary,
Daddy came to tuck me in last night, but he didn't for some reason. I think he might have read some of your pages.
Blush!
