Story. Fantasy. ⇐ Incest

[Anonymous]

The beginning of the two thousandth. The daughter was thirteen or fourteen years old. I remember I was sick then and sat at home. My daughter was at school, my wife was at work, and for some reason I was scouring the apartment and looking for something. I wandered into my daughter’s room and looked there. I found a video cassette in the closet under old books, magazines and folders. I decided to see what my baby was hiding in the depths of her closet. There, as I expected, there was classic German porn - with oohs and ahs and the inevitable “das ist fantastish”. I turned off the video, took out the tape, put it away so as not to arouse suspicion, then went to my bedroom, collapsed on the bed and thought. “That’s it. The girl is growing up” was the first thought. Then, for some reason, some unpleasant feeling of annoyance and jealousy came over me, which I pushed away, realizing that there was nothing to be done about it. And that my daughter is no longer the same baby that I once bathed in the bathtub, wiped her bottom, cradled her in my arms, dressed her, and spoon-fed her. And from now on we must come to terms with this and move on with our lives. And I clearly understood that a young girl was now living in the same apartment with me, beginning to show an active interest in sex. And that, as a father, I am simply obliged to somehow react to this and in no case let this matter take its course if I want to protect her from mistakes and disappointments. And he must do it himself. Because my wife, being a sharp and direct person, could easily have only made things worse, yelled at her daughter, and caused her mental trauma. Then I felt sexual excitement come over me. Images of my daughter appeared in my memory - first in a swimsuit, then in her short nightie, through which protruding nipples were visible, then in thin tights, clearly outlining her round ass and cutting into her pussy... It was as if there was a pounding in my head: “It’s been a while since I I haven’t seen her naked... I wonder what she looks like there now... I’d like to see.” To finally take my mind off these thoughts, I decided to go take a leak. Coming out of the bathroom, I reached for the switch, but noticed that the door to the bathroom did not fit very tightly to the frame. And although there was no visible gap between them, somewhere at the level of a meter from the floor, a strip of light penetrated from there into the corridor. He rushed to the toolbox and took out a large screwdriver. He went to the door, opened it, inserted a screwdriver into this gap, and pressed hard. Then he repeated this manipulation a couple more times. Then he leaned over and looked into the hole that had formed. I had a beautiful view of the bathtub. I turned off the light in the corridor and looked at what it looked like from the inside. If you don't look closely, it doesn't seem like anything is noticeable. I took a vacuum cleaner, carefully cleaned up the traces, found a can of half-dried white paint on the mezzanine, and lightly smeared it so that everything looked perfect. Once again I checked whether the bath itself was clearly visible from the corridor, called myself a fucking pervert, and removed the paint. When my daughter came home from school and snuck into the toilet, I tiptoed into the corridor, leaned towards the door, and looked through the hole. She gurgled while sitting on the toilet, and her knees and hair flashed through the hole. I slowly walked away and returned to the kitchen. My heart was beating wildly.
The toilet made a noise, then water began to flow in the sink. I sat in the kitchen, gradually calming down. Finally, the daughter came out and went to her room. I was literally dying to look at her and see how she would change clothes. He approached quietly and gently pulled the door. My daughter stood with her back to me, unfastening her bra - wearing lowered tights, which, apparently, she was going to take off, but did not have time. I tried to be as silent as possible, but she still heard the door open, turned around, groaned, and covered her chest with her hands. I apologized, said that I was waiting for her in the kitchen for dinner and closed the door. She came to the kitchen in her short robe. I quickly looked at her slender legs with sharp knees and pink toes peeking out of her slippers, wildly afraid that she might notice my gaze. It worked out. She went straight to the table, sat down on a stool, tucked one leg under her. At the same time, her already not very modest robe rode up even higher, the floors parted, revealing already quite feminine hips, and white panties flashed. An old army saying suddenly started spinning in my head: “You can grab Masha’s thigh.” And immediately: “my daughter - by the thigh!...”. At that very second I imagined how I was doing this, how I was touching, stroking, climbing higher and higher... I jumped up and went to the window. The day was coming to an end. My wife returned from work, then everyone had dinner together and ran back to their rooms. My wife went into the bedroom, and I sat down at the computer. I heard my daughter paddling in the hallway, heading to the bathroom to take a shower before bed. The door bolt clicked. I was literally bursting with a feeling of anticipation of something long-awaited, exciting to the point of delight - and at the same time forbidden and even criminal. I took a deep breath a couple of times and quietly, on tiptoe, approached the treasured hole. In the bathroom, my princess stood facing the door, untying the belt from her robe, looking at her reflection in the mirror screwed to the door.
Finally, she managed and took off her robe. At that moment, when the small tits with protruding nipples were finally exposed, I almost came. The blood was pounding in my temples, my heart flew somewhere into my intestines, and then jumped up into my throat. I stood under the door, fascinated by the picture that opened, forgetting how to breathe. The mouth was filled with viscous saliva. The daughter hung her robe on the hanger, turned to face the bath, and turned on the water. I finally exhaled, swallowed, and tried to catch my breath. She set the temperature to the desired temperature and turned back to the door. Then she pulled down her little white panties, and I froze again, unable to take a breath. "Does he shave or not?" - instantly shot in the head. And then I found out the answer: yes! The pubis was shaved to virgin purity. "Oh yes, daughter!" - I thought, breathless with excitement. The daughter, meanwhile, turned around and was now showing off her strong round ass. Then she bent over, her buttocks parted, and a dark, wrinkled anus ring appeared. I watched without blinking or breathing. I still can’t understand how I managed not to lose consciousness there from everything I saw. So the daughter raised her foot, highlighting the smooth fold of her lips, stepped over the edge of the bathtub and, pulling the curtain, disappeared from view. I finally pulled away from the hole, straightened up, regained my breath and, like a drunk, swaying, wandered away from the corridor. It was that evening that I decided everything for myself: my daughter would become my mistress. My woman. In my time. I was quite well versed in the legal field and knew for sure that, firstly, in our country incest is not a criminal offense. And secondly, that the age of consent in our country is 16 years old. I had about two and a half years left to implement my plans and prepare my daughter for this. I will not tell in detail how I went towards my goal, how I gradually developed and strengthened the interest in sex that had already awakened in her. And at the same time he protected her, not wanting her to go to some preoccupied, pimply bastard. I gently and persistently led her to the solution I needed. As for the decision that she had to make - there could be no talk of any violence or coercion here. I knew for sure that she would be mine, that I would be her first man, and that she herself would ask me about it. This is exactly what happened about a couple of months after her 16th birthday. I myself did not rush things, realizing that all the stars must align, and such a day has finally come. My wife had to go to her mother for a couple of days, and my girl and I were left at home alone. I won’t describe how it all happened. I will only say that I was extremely attentive, careful and affectionate. And the daughter was absolutely happy that she became a woman with her loved one. Needless to say, I was in seventh heaven. Almost two decades have passed since then. My daughter married a good guy a long time ago and gave birth to two lovely children. But we still sometimes allow ourselves to enjoy each other. The wife knows nothing and has no idea about anything.