The months went by. Summer approached, and I neared the
completion of my junior year of high school. I continued
to do fairly well in school, usually getting all A's with
an occasional B in phys ed. or music. I didn't have any
close friends. To be honest, I didn't want any. I
couldn't invite them over for fear of them seeing my Dad,
and I didn't have any time to hang around after school,
because I had to watch Timmy.
Dad's perverse little games continued. Things got worse
when he began subscribing to all these smut magazines. I
remember the first time I came across one of his porno
mags, wrapped up in some brown paper. I'd been curious
about it, but seeing that it was addressed to my father,
and that it wasn't a household bill that I had taken the
responsibility for writing checks for, I left it alone.
Later the next day, coming home from school, I found the
opened magazine, sprawled across his belly as he lay
snoring on the living room couch. Curious, I tiptoed to
the edge of the couch, leaning forward to take a closer
"Family Taboos" the title read. Across the front cover, I
could see a picture of a young brunette girl, who looked
to be in her mid-teens, on all fours on a bed. Towering
behind her, an older man had his arms clasped around her
waist. He looked to be rutting into her. "Exclusive
photos of father-daughter incest!" the banner read across
the cover, artfully shielding the nipples of the girl.
I must have been staring at the cover for a long time,
because the next thing I know, when I finally took my
eyes off the page, I glanced up to find him staring right
back at me. I could feel myself burning red, embarrassed
at having been caught looking at his filth.
He gazed at me with an amused look for a brief moment.
"So, did you like looking at Daddy's magazine? Does it
get you all hot and bothered?" he chuckled?
Furious at myself at having gotten caught, and hating him
with a vengeance, I turned around to leave, but his hands
quickly shot out, gripping my wrist tightly. Sitting
upright on the couch, he yanked me by the wrist, pulling
me onto his lap.
"It's okay, Daddy's not angry at your for reading his
stuff. In fact, I wanted to show you something I'm sure
you'll find very nice." his voice had turned thick. With
one arm around my waist, holding me onto his lap, he
flipped the magazine over to the centerfold page with his
"Take a look at this here, Janey," he said, placing the
open magazine on my lap. Anything to get this over with,
I sighed in exasperation and look down on the picture. It
showed the girl from the cover. She was on her back,
lying on a bed, with her 'father' above her. Her knees
were pressed back towards her head, and her legs were
resting on her father's shoulders. My eyes centered
downward, and I gasped involuntarily, seeing where her
father's immense penis was splitting her vagina.
I swallowed. My thoughts were a blur of confusion. This
was the first time I had ever seen the sex act taking
place. The centerfold shot was raw and unsubtle. Despite
my revulsion over what was happening, I couldn't help but
feel a tingle in my loins, at seeing such a graphic
display of the sex act. Collecting myself, I spoke "Dad,
I really have to go up and do my homework now." I
squirmed in his lap, feeling his arousal poking up at me.
Chucking, he tossed the magazine onto the coffee table,
relaxing his grip on me. I quickly move up to leave, but
his arms quickly recircled around my waist, pulling me
back down on him.
"Mmm Janey...did you notice... how much you look like
that girl Susie in the picture. Did you see her face--how
much she loved it--when she had her daddy's big cock deep
up inside her tight wet pussy. She was such a good girl
to spread her legs wide open for her Daddy."
My heart was pounding frantically. Daddy had been groping
me a lot recently, but he'd never been so open and direct
about wanting to fuck me.
"Dad! I gotta go!" I whined, twisting on his lap. His
cock felt huge pressing against my buttocks.
"In just a minute.." he panted, as his hips began rocking
back and forth against my imprisoned buttocks.
"You know Janey, you're such a good girl to help Daddy
out like this.." he panted. "Here you are, helping your
daddy satisfy his needs, while yours go on unsatisfied."
He punctuated this statement by grabbing at my crotch
through my jeans.
"You know, if you're ever feeling lonely or need
something to help you sleep better, all's you need to do
is come over to Daddy's room, and I'll be more than happy
to give you what Susie's daddy gave her." Groaning, he
ejaculated in his pants. His lust sated, he released his
grip on me. Springing up, I ran up the stairs, sobbing.
Damn him! Damn him! Damn him. I wish he would just roll
over and die!!
* * *
My father's descent into perversion continued, and his
sexual overtures to me became more and more obvious. He
took to fondling me right in the presence of Timmy.
At least once a week, he'd corner me in the living room,
and pull me on his lap and start dry humping me. As his
liberties with my body increased, I knew it was only a
matter of time before he would need something more than
dry humping to sate his lusts. I also knew that I was
basically helpless-at least for now.
There was nothing I could do until I turned 18 and
graduated from high school. All I needed was a year's
time, and then me and Timmy would be free. Free from my
father's molestation. Free of this bleak life. Free to
start a new one. Just me and Timmy.
* * *
That time never came. I blink back tears now, as I think
about how absurd I was for thinking it was ever possible
that I could escape the clutches of my abusive father.
Such a fool I was. I think back to that fateful summer.
The summer where my dreams were shattered, my whole world
* * *
Summer had arrived, and I had just finished up my junior
year of high school. Having no friends, I basically spent
every day secluded in my room reading my library books,
or taking Timmy to the local playground.
On July 10th, the eve of my seventeenth birthday, feeling
all sweaty and dirty from another session with my dad on
his couch, I took a bus to the cemetery to visit my
mother's grave. On my knees, kneeling before the slab of
marble, I prayed fervently for strength. And courage.
Strength to thwart my father's advances and courage to
maintain my resolve to escape my prison. I stayed there
for over two hours, talking to my mother.
That night, during dinner, my Dad announced that since it
was my birthday tomorrow, we would all be going to the
beach. Timmy got very excited, and kept breaking out in
smiles. He started gushing about how he was gonna build
gigantic sandcastles, and make entire rivers surrounding
it. I smiled to see him so happy. I don't think he'd ever
gone to a beach since Mom died, but I guess he knew what
to expect from watching television.
Daddy looked at me, and then said. "Janey, you can wear
your Mama's swimming suit. You've probably outgrown
whatever swimsuit you have in your closet. I also brought
down one of her cocktail dresses from the attic, because
we're all going out to eat a nice restaurant afterwards.
I'll get them for you after dinner."
I held my breath in excitement. Going to the beach would
be such a nice break from the dull dreariness of home.
And eating out?? Unheard of! My mind was full of
excitement of tomorrow's events, as I hummed whiled
washing up the dishes. Shortly, dad came up to me,
tossing me a bag. "You can wear these tomorrow."
In my room, I took the bathing suit and dress out of the
bag and examined them. It was a white bikini that I
remember was my mom's favorite. Turning toward the
cocktail dress, I saw that it was the cream colored one
that my mom used to wear on special occasions.
Excited, I quickly shucked my clothes, and put on the
bikini. It was a sort of tight fit, since my mom was very
petite. Standing before the mirror, I stared. A sexy
woman stared right back at me. God! I look stunning! I
thought to myself, surprised and pleased all at the same
time. My breasts and hips filled out the bikini very
It wasn't a racy string bikini, but it definitely was not
the conservative type either. A lot of my flesh was
definitely visible. Trying on the cocktail dress, I saw
that it too fitted my slim figure perfectly. The fine
dress transformed me into a mature woman in her twenties,
rather than a soon-to-be seventeen-year-old.
* * *
We got to the beach the next morning by late morning.
While Timmy and I immediately sprinted for the waves, Dad
began setting up the beach umbrella, and laying out the
blankets. It was kind of weird, seeing him actually doing
something besides lounging around with a beer bottle.
Maybe he was finally coming back around. Not likely, I
thought, remembering the way his eyes had roved over my
body when I stepped outside my room this morning in the
By noon, the sun was scorching. Rubbing some suntan oil
all over Timmy, I did some on my front, and turned to
Timmy. "Timmy, help me put some on my back."
"Timothy, let Daddy do that. Go on ahead, go start on
that sand castle of yours." Dad spoke up suddenly. Before
I could utter a word in protest, Timmy was off and away,
with a pail of sand and shovel.
"Never mind, Dad, I can do it myself" I said quickly.
"Nonsense. Lay down. I'll do it." He ordered, grabbing
the bottle of lotion from my hands, and placing his hands
on the small of my back, directed me to lie down.
Resigned, I settled back down on my stomach. I felt him
straddle himself over me, his hairy legs to each side of
my legs. Then he was pouring the oil into his cupped
hand, and then his large hands were on my back, rubbing
firmly. In circles, I felt him rubbing, first starting at
the center of my back, then moving toward the shoulders,
then to the small of my back.
I started, as his fingers suddenly slipped under the
string of my bikini top. Even as I uttered aloud in
surprise, his hands, still under the bikini, had slid to
my sides, caressing the sides of the swells of my
"Daddy! Stop it!" I felt his hands slip out from under my
bikini top, but I had had enough. "I can manage the rest
myself!" I hissed angrily, looking around. Some families
were around them, but they were a good distance off, and
no one appeared to have noticed, thank god.
"Now now, Daddy was just teasing. No need to get all
riled up. Daddy just wanted to see much you've grown. Now
let me do your legs, and then I'll be done. Before I
could say another word, he squeezed some more oil on his
hands, and then began on my legs. Starting on the calves,
he slowly worked his hands up my thighs, while I held my
breath, counting the seconds until this torture was over.
I tensed slightly, as I felt his hands moving higher up
my thighs. I clenched my thighs tightly, as I felt him
began rubbing my inner thigh area.
Ignoring me, he pressed insistently, and, fueled by the
need to just get it over with, I relaxed somewhat and
allowed him to part my thighs a bit so that he could get
access there. I grimaced as his hands rubbed higher and
higher up my thigh. This continued for a few seconds, and
then, with a quickness that caught me by totally off
guard, his fingers pinched the crotch area of my bikini
bottom and shifted it to the side. I yelped in surprise,
as I felt the cool open air against my exposed genitals.
Just as quickly, his hand was suddenly there, cupping my
"Dad!" I gasped, quickly closing my thighs. This did
little more than to trap his hand between my thighs. I
gazed quickly around? Had anyone seen what was happening?
God, I'd die of embarrassment. No one was close enough to
pay any attention. I scrambled to get up, but he was
expecting that. I felt his heavy weight on me, as he
settled on top of me. The full weight of his broad chest
pressed down into my back, lowering me back down onto the
As I lay trapped under him, I had to twist my head to the
side just to breathe. I felt his fingers, wiggling around
like a spider, probing into the folds of my vagina. His
fingers felt oily from the suntan lotion. Tears welled
up, and I began sobbing, as I felt his fat greasy fingers
slip into my pussy lips. It wiggled around the entrance,
probing and testing. I choked, holding my breath, eyes
wide, as my father discovered my hymen.
"Goddamn! Who'd have thought. A body like this and still
a virgin!" he marveled. "With a body like this, you won't
be one long," he muttered. The weight of his hips on me
lifted, and alarms sounded in my head, as I became aware
of him tugging his bathing suit down to his knees.
"God, he's going to rape me!". With his weight off my
lower body, I tried twisting to the side to get out from
under him, but he once again settled down, his naked
groin pressed right up against the fullness of my
buttocks. I kicked my legs futilely, but he was too
heavy. I could feel the heat of his manhood. It felt so
hot and thick, trapped between my thighs. I could feel
the whole topside length of his hot bar, rubbing across
the oiled lips of my sex.
I looked around wildly, but with the loud crash of the
waves, we weren't within shouting distance of anyone. I
shuddered, in disgust and fear, as I felt my father begin
thrusting up and down, against my buttocks.
"Be calm Janey," I told myself. This is just like all the
other times. He'll get his rocks off and then it'll be
over. But this wasn't like the other times. Before, we'd
always been clothed. Now, I could feel his heated penis
brushing wetly across the lips of my exposed vagina. I
closed my eyes, trying to think of something else. His
bucking grew more frantic, as he panted heavily above me.
I knew he was close, and it would be over soon. His hips
lifted suddenly, higher than before, and as his hips came
downwards, the large knob of his penis suddenly entered
my vagina, splitting the lips, and entering about an inch
or so. We both froze.
"Oh god, no!" I whispered. Not my virginity! I'll be no
good to anyone if he takes that. His body stayed frozen
above me, and I could hear him moaning. "God, your
pussy's so tight. Oh, god, this is so wrong, but Daddy
needs you so badly." He inched forward slowly, and I felt
the entire corona of his penis head pass through my
stretched pussy lips. Oh God, it felt like he was tearing
me apart--he was so thick. Gasping, I felt a sharp twinge
as his cockhead shifted forward, straining against my
"Oh god... Oh god...can't hold it..." he moaned. I
started, as I felt his cock head swell, and then begin
throbbing inside me. A gush of warm wetness flooded my
vagina, as he ejaculated. Shot after shot of his heavy
sperm erupted from his geysering cock, splashing into the
entrance of my vagina, and overflowing out past my
stretched lips, which ringed his throbbing cockhead, to
drip downward, matting my sparse pubic hair.
He remained lodged in me for a few minutes, as I shifted
restlessly under him. After a minute, his weight eased
off me, and then the head of his cock was slipping out of
me with a wet noise. I felt his fingers once again tug
the crotch of my bikini bottom, centering it back over my
With a final pat of his cupped hand over my crotch area,
he gave a chuckle. Sighing loudly, he flipped over onto
his back, tugging his shorts back on. Within minutes, he
was snoring loudly.
I laid there motionless. A part of me was so weak with
relief. I was still a virgin. He had not taken me. There
was still hope. My rejoicing was short-lived, as I
considered. How long would I be able to continue fighting
him off? If anything, I knew my Dad. Now that he'd gone
this far, he definitely wouldn't go back to the fully
clothed dry humping sessions. Sooner or later, he would
catch me at a disadvantage, and rape me.
The lips of my crotch throbbed, a dull aching reminder of
the recent encounter. I could feel the sticky wetness of
his hot spunk against my crotch. My whole pussy was
soaked in a swamp of his sperm. A chill of fear swept
through me, as the possibility of pregnancy came up.
Even though he hadn't torn my virginity, he'd ejaculated
right into my vagina, and I knew enough to know that
there was a real danger. Glancing over to make sure he
was asleep, I got up, a bit shakily. I needed to wash
off. Heading toward the waves, I walked tenderly. With
each step, I imagined I could hear and feel his slimy
gruel as it sloshed around in my pussy, sealed and
contained by my clinging bikini bottom.
Near the water, the beach was packed full of people. I
noticed Timothy shouting at me. He was with a whole
bunching of little kids, all of them running around with
little pails and shovels, working feverishly on one big
lopsided castle. I waved back, mostly to acknowledge him,
and waded into the water.
Once neck deep in the waves, and making sure no one was
watching me, I adjusted my bikini bottom, pushing the
material to the side of my crotch, and massaging my
crotch, trying to wash out any traces of my dad's cum.
When I felt that I had done the best possible, I rejoined
Timothy. Seeing him play with kids his own age, so
carefree and in such happiness, brought tears to my eyes.
"Soon Timmy..." I promised him silently. You'll be able
to build your won castle whenever you want.
The afternoon and evening past by quickly. We quit the
beach in the early evening and made the two-hour trip
back home. During the long ride, Dad didn't mention
anything about what had happened earlier today. But I was
accustomed to his habits. Once he was sated, he would act
like everything was normal. It was only when he got horny
that I needed to be on alert. The problem was, I could
never predict when he struck.
We reached home, and everyone then got dressed up to go
the Providenci Manor. After putting on my gown, I helped
Timothy into his little suit, one I had saved up enough
money last summer to buy for him. It fit perfectly, since
I had bought it slightly larger, and altered it as he had
Providenci Manor was an extremely expensive and very fin
Italian restaurant, and throughout the course of dinner,
with musicians strolling around the room playing their
violins, and the breathtaking presentation of each of
their orders, I found myself wondering for the umpteenth
time how my father had gotten the money to pay for it.
Throughout dinner, I was aware of his eyes on me...on my
body. Wisely, in a roomful of people, he didn't do
anything more than look.
By the time we arrived home, it was near midnight, and
Timmy was snoring in the car. I felt bushed too. Gently
shaking him awake, I led Timmy upstairs to his bedroom.
Afterwards, I headed toward my room to change and go to
sleep. I was dead-tired. Instead, I heard Dad call for me
to come downstairs. Remembering his lustful looks at the
restaurant, and what he'd done at the beach, I descended
the stairs with leery suspicion. Better to get it over
with. Dad wasn't the kind to take no for an answer.
Dad greeted me in the kitchen with two champagne bottles-
-one in each hand. He'd changed out of his evening suit,
and was dressed once again in his 'normal attire'-a boxer
short and an undershirt that appeared to be falling apart
at the seams.
"I've been saving this bottle of Dom Perignon for just a
special occasion like this one. It's not everyday that a
daughter gets to celebrate her seventeenth birthday. In
just a year, you'll be legal." He made no sense. But I
guess he wasn't paying attention to his own words either.
His eyes never stopped roving my body, even as he held a
glass toward me.
"Daddy...I'm really tired! I'll drink it another time. I
just want to sleep now." I said. I turned to head back
"Nonsense! The bottle's already opened. I paid a hundred
fuckin' bucks for this bottle. Least you can do is show
your appreciation and drink a glass!" his voice was
slurred. Flinching at his tone, I turned back around.
Putting up the best smile I could muster, I held up my
hands to accept the glass. I noticed then that he'd
already finished half the bottle already. "No wonder he's
acting like such a dick," I thought.
Holding my breath, I held the wineglass up to my mouth,
and in one gulp, downed the entire glass. "There!" I
plunked the glass onto the table, turning to leave. My
exhaustion must have made me brave, or foolish, for I
would never have dared otherwise to talk back to my
father like that.
He must have not heard me, for he made no move to stop me
as I headed up the stairs. I almost thought I heard him
chuckling, but I was too tired to pay attention. By the
time I reached my room, I could feel the buzz in my head
from the alcohol. I'd never drunk alcohol before, but I'd
seen my dad enough to know nothing good could come of it.
"I hope I don't get a hangover," I thought, as I
sluggishly got out of my evening gown. I went into the
bathroom, to brush my teeth. It was getting harder and
harder to keep my eyes open. That alcohol, combined with
me sheer exhaustion, was really taking its toll. Eyes
half-lidded in near sleep, I trudged out of the bathroom,
heading toward my bed. Sleep would be a real treat
tonight, I thought.
But something was wrong. I gazed in stupor at my bed.
There, on my bed, against the bed frame, was my dad,
totally naked, stroking himself. I looked dumbly at the
scene before me. This couldn't be happening. He should be
downstairs drinking. But no, there he was, right in front
of me, staring at me silently. His hands pumped slowly up
and down on his monstrous cock. Even from the doorway of
the bathroom, I could make out the bulging veins and
angry purple color of its massive head.
"Janey, did you think Daddy forgot your birthday present?
I've got it right here in my hand. He gripped his heavy
cock by the base, waving it me. "I call it the 'gift of
womanhood'," he chuckled.
My heart was pounding in fear. I felt the edge of my door
against my back. All I needed to was turn around and run
downstairs. But my legs wouldn't move. I just stood
there, my body swaying. For some reason, the room was
spinning around and around. Even the chuckling from my
dad sounded like it was coming from far away. The vision
of my father's leering wide grin seem to spin around and
around before me. What was happening to me? In my
haziness, I was dimly aware of my father, slowly getting
up off the bed, moving toward me. Everything seemed to be
in slow motion.
"No...gotta get away..." That was my last thought, before
I slipped into unconsciousness.