DISCLAIMER: This story contains incestuous content between father and daughter, anal sex, some lesbianism and choc-play. If any or all of this offends you, please read no more. This story is told purely from the daughter's point of view and acts as a prequel to the first chapter. All characters and scenarios are completely fictional, all characters involved are of legal age, and any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Today started like any other day lately, normal in its strangeness and strange in its normalcy. I used to wake up to the smell of hot coffee and freshly baked bread, the light of a new sunrise peeking through the gap in my curtains and the sound of my parents gently whispering so as not to wake me too soon. Those were good times and I often reminisce of those days. Now, though, even with the olfactory and visual stimuli still coming into my room, the sound of silence is eerie. I used to hear Mum and Dad laughing together, chatting about their plans for the day and other miscellaneous trivialities, but since Mum left, Dad does nothing when he wakes up. No TV or radio or computer, he just sits in his chair at the table staring off into space. Lord knows what he's thinking about.
I've tried everything I can think of to get him back to his normal self but he's still phased out; divorce does that. I got up out of bed, put my pink satin dressing gown over my almost naked body and went to the kitchen to see him. With the satin rubbing against my nipples they were getting hard so I decided to be quick. Sure enough, when I got to the kitchen, he was doing the same thing as he usually did, sit just in his boxers and stare off into the distance with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Good morning Daddy," I said quietly so as not to startle him. He looked up and smiled.
"Morning sweetie. Give your old man a kiss." He turned and faced his cheek to me. I walked over and kissed his cheek. I put my arms around him and gave him a cuddle. Little did I realise at the time that my boobs pushed right into his face, with hard nipples and on a tiny piece of satin as a barrier. I gasped, felt a rush of blood from my head to between my legs, and let go. He didn't seem to notice but I felt embarrassed so I excused myself and headed to my room.
When I got to my room, I closed the door and just stood there wondering what the fuck happened. I had never felt like this when I cuddled Dad, not even when we were naked together. We were very close, have been all my life, and we never felt the need to hide our bodies because everyone has either a pussy or a cock so why bother hiding the obvious. We didn't walk around naked all the time but if we passed each other coming out of the shower or something like that, we didn't think much of it. But this was different. I felt... weird, and that weird feeling felt good.
I couldn't shake the feeling so I got back into bed and decided to 'deal' with my feeling. I pulled apart my robe and slid my fingers down my body. When I found my shaven pussy, my breathing became deep and erratic. Each touch was a lightning bolt of sexual ecstasy that surged through my whole body. I was wet. That's weird. Could I have actually gotten wet from pressing my tits into my father's face? I decided to ignore that line of thinking and focus on the feeling I was giving myself.
I spread my lips apart and started playing with my engorged clit, gently flicking it and revelling in the euphoria. My chest heaved with every breath, my nipples getting ever harder as they slid against the soft satin. I took out one of my tits and brought it to my mouth. I always loved playing with my pussy while licking my hard nipples; being doubly served, if only by myself, was so addictively satisfying.
Juices were flowing out of me and onto my bed sheet, and I writhed in my warm wetness I felt on my asshole and lower back. I slid a finger inside and started working it, pumping like a piston in and out. Then two fingers. Feeling the sticky sliminess between my fingers and around my hand was intoxicating. I pulled out and tasted myself. I've never tasted a pussy before - well, besides my own - but I'm sure I would love it if I had the opportunity.
As I approached the sweet finale, my hips gyrated against my fingers, convulsing in a fit of orgasmic thunder. Sweat dripped off me and my breathing was forcing my chest to spasm. Vision was slowing becoming blurry and all notion of time became meaningless. The reward of all my hard work slowly oozed out of me and I scooped up some for me to savour.
The sweet viscous substance danced on my tongue like a stripper, teasing my palate and giving each and every tastebud a taste of the distinct flavour of sex. After some time, my breathing returned to normal and my vision was restored to 20/20 clarity. I had to get ready for school so I got up, got dressed into my uniform and grabbed my bag.
As I was heading out the door, Dad shouted from his room where he was undoubtedly getting ready for work, "Have a good day sweetie. Do you want me to pick you up from Lexi's or are you going to come straight home?" I was going to go to Lexi's afterwards but I'm not sure now.
"I don't know. I'll text you after school and tell you what I'm doing," I shouted back to him. "Okay, bye."
When I arrived at school, my two besties Faye and Lexi were standing there waiting for me, as usual. After Mum left, they were really supportive and helped me out a lot. They took me shopping, helped me with my homework when my grades began to drop, and most importantly, gave me an avenue of communication outside family. Dad listened to me but because it was an especially touchy subject for him still, conversation was lax.
The school day was pretty ordinary as school days go. I didn't feel very social afterwards so I texted my dad that I was going straight home. Faye and Lexi assured me that if I felt differently later on and wanted some company that they'd be happy to take me out.
When I got back home, I was by myself; Dad wouldn't be home from work for at least a couple of hours. I was so horny all day I had to have another bout of pussy playtime. I threw my bag on the couch, sat on the recliner and put my feet up. Looking at myself, modestly speaking, I was pretty sexy with my uniform on. Tight white button shirt with a green tie, plaid green skirt I repeatedly folded at the waist to make a mini, white knee-high socks and black flats were a sexy combination, or so I gathered from all the attention I received whilst wearing such attire.
Lifting my skirt, I breathed in my mouth-watering aroma as my fingers once again found their way to the moist cave between my legs. A few rogue drips escaped the confines of my clit and ran down between my butt cheeks and moistened the recliner. I was so wet I just slipped in two fingers right from the get-go. Pumping them in and out was easier than before, and a lot more satisfying. It didn't take me long to reach climax. I let out a loud moan and collapsed in a heap of relaxed muscle and phased senses.
Time passed very quickly, my hand still under my skirt massaging the sticky secretion between my fingers. I knew if I didn't move I'd fall asleep on the recliner so I decided to get up and clean myself up. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands, took off my panties that were completely drenched with vaginal discharge and put them in the laundry basket, and changed out of my uniform into my baggy pajamas.
