No Purer Love
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Incest, Father, Daughter, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation,
Desc: Incest Sex Story: Part 1 - The sudden death of his religiously zealous wife frees Dean from twenty years of a loveless marriage. Meanwhile, his daughter Julia is discovering a world outside the strictly dictated reality she's known all her life.
A slight shift of his weight caused the false turf beneath his feet to crunch, the sound somehow carrying over the wind. The breeze jostled the flowers, and whipped the tarp overhead in a percussive cadence. Dean Lanza stared at the grave, his twenty-year marriage ended just like the line in the wedding vows, until death do us part.
Everyone else had left. In his peripheral vision, he could see the crew waiting to fill the grave impatiently glancing in his direction. Dean remained, thinking he had to demonstrate grief in some way — because he certainly didn't feel it.
Even the sudden, unexpected heart attack hadn't managed to evoke a reaction. Dean couldn't count the number of times he'd heard variations of she's the last person I'd ever expect to have a heart attack in the last few days. His wife had been a perfect picture of health, right up until the moment he found her dead at the kitchen table.
He'd approached her on a dare — his friends encouraging him to turn his legendary charm on the gorgeous ice woman who never dated anyone. The challenge had excited him, and he'd found himself trapped in her web.
She'd resisted his stronger advances with remarkable tenacity, never revealing an ounce of lust no matter what he threw at her as they dated. In time, her strength garnered a powerful level of respect within Dean. With that respect came something else — love. He proposed, and she accepted.
Though she'd barely moved and made no sound as they had sex — save a whimper of pain as he pierced her maidenhead — it had still excited him more than with any woman before her. He'd attained the unattainable, succeeded where everyone else failed.
A little over a month later, his sex life ended with a positive pregnancy test.
He'd known she was deeply religious, but her refusal to have sex again drove the point home with brutal force. She'd wanted only one child, and sex was only for procreation. He'd remained true to his vows; helping to raise his daughter like any real man would, though his wife allowed him little input into Julia's rearing.
Twenty years. Twenty years of a loveless marriage and a mundane existence. It all ended here, on this expensive chunk of earth atop a hill, marked by a crucifix carved with her maiden name.
Just a few minutes more, to cover up the fact that I just don't care.
Julia stood in the distance by the car, watching her father stare at the grave. He stood straight and proud, his broad shoulders square and his strong hands folded behind him. You can come back now, Daddy. Everyone will believe you were grieving privately.
She knew better. She couldn't summon up tears for her mother any more than her father could. Julia's love for her mother had vanished early on in the nineteen-year religious dictatorship of her life. Even the dress she wore now, concealing every inch of her lithe body and blonde hair, had its roots in her mother's rigid dictation of their lives.
If there's such a place as heaven, and everyone there is like you, I'll take hell, Mother. As soon as the thought flashed through her mind, Julia felt ashamed. The shame quickly turned to anger, however. Released from her imprisonment in the house to visit college campuses, Julia now understood how much she'd missed of the world outside, despite her church escort's attempts to shield her from sin. Now, she knew just how her mother had brainwashed her — turned her into a little god robot, afraid everything was a sin.
At last, her father turned to walk back toward the car. You look so handsome, Daddy. You deserved better than Mother. Now you're free.
She wanted to smile at him as he approached, but knew that he wouldn't even see it through the dark veil covering her face. She could almost hear her mother hissing to leave the veil where it was, saying that revealing her face was a temptation to the devil's servants — like the sweaty men now moving toward the grave to fill it.
The sound of her mother's voice in her head sent a flash of white-hot anger flooding through Julia. She reached toward the veil. You're not here to preach to me or hit me now, Mother. Years of conditioning stopped her hands, however. With a surge of will, she fought through the intractable discipline forced upon her and flipped the veil over her hat.
She smiled, feeling a completely different warmth spread through her as she defied her mother and thought for herself. The sensation only increased when her father smiled back, his pace quickening. While she had no love for her mother, Julia loved her father dearly.
He embraced her when he reached her, sending a tingle running throughout Julia's body. His powerful arms held her close, making her feel safe and bringing about a slight weakness in her knees.
Julia didn't want him to release her when she felt his arms relax. She closed her own tighter around him, holding him against her for a moment more. Reluctantly, she let him go, the scent of his cologne setting off another race of tingles through her extremities.
"Let's go home, honey," Dean suggested, opening the passenger door.
"Okay, Daddy," she responded, sitting down and pulling the voluminous cloth of her dress out of the way so he could close the door.
"Will you be okay, honey?" Dean asked as he straightened his tie, preparing for work the next morning.
"I'll be fine, Daddy," Julia responded, moving to kiss him on the cheek. Biting her lip for a second, she summoned up her courage to ask, "Could I have some money to buy some new clothes? I've always wanted to pick out some things of my own."
Dean closed one eye in concentration as he ran through the finances in his head. I'll have the check from Marla's life insurance before long. That will pay off the mortgage, both cars, all of the credit cards, and leave a lot left over to invest. A large chunk of free cash appeared in his mind, the weekly blood money from his paycheck that always went to the church. Not satisfied with ten percent, his wife had always tithed twenty percent of his pay to god. Thinking about the opulence of the church, and how much of that he'd financed over the last two decades, he answered, "I'll put five hundred dollars on your reloadable credit card as soon as I get to work."
Julia's mouth dropped open in surprise. With a squeal of delight, she threw her arms around her father's neck and kissed him hard on the cheek again. "I love you, Daddy!"
Smiling and chuckling, Dean reached for his keys hanging on the wall. Right next to them hung a second set — the keys to his wife's car. Pulling them from the hook instead of his own, he handed them to Julia. "Take the car. It's yours now, honey."
"Thank you so much, Daddy."
"Be careful driving in the city," Dean cautioned, and then kissed Julia on the forehead.
"I will. Have a good day at work."
"You have a good time shopping," Dean responded as he grabbed his keys and walked out the door.
As he drove to work, Dean struggled with how to respond to the inevitable condolences he'd be dealing with for a few days. In the end, he decided to follow the same path he'd taken at the funeral, pretending to deal with his grief privately, while going on with his life in public. A quick glance at the speedometer caused him to start and jerk his foot off the accelerator.
His brow furrowed. Two miles per hour over the speed limit, and I'm acting like I ran over someone, he thought angrily. Glancing over at the passenger seat, he thought, You're not sitting there to nag me any more.
With a smile, he pushed his foot back down. Reaching seventy, he ran with the traffic for the first time in twenty years. I wish I'd thought to put the top down. Imagining the wind whipping through his short brown hair, Dean sped down the freeway to work with a smile on his face for the first time in a long time.
Julia refreshed the web page, and smiled when she saw the balance change. The sight of over five hundred dollars on her card made her feel giddy. Logging off the website felt like it took forever. As soon as the page closed, she snatched up the keys to her mother's car — her car now — triumphantly.
Julia opened the sunroof before she pulled out of the garage. The wind whipped her long blonde hair as she pulled onto the freeway, driving for the first time without fear of a rigid timetable hanging over her head.
Stepping into the store with plenty of money felt like Christmas to Julia. She didn't even know where to begin. A display of flag-patterned swimwear for Independence Day caught her eye — a skimpy bikini in particular. The first change in her wardrobe now firmly set in her mind, she walked over to the lingerie.
Making a face and popping a package of white cotton granny panties — all her mother had allowed her to wear — with her finger, Julia took one more step and pulled a hanger from the rack. Rubbing her fingers over the satiny material of the red briefs, Julia let out a little sigh of pleasure. Caressing the crotch of the panties translated into a tingle between her legs, anticipation of how good the material would feel against her skin. The panties went into her basket, quickly followed by eight more in varying colors — though none as vibrant as the red.
Sheer, lacy brassieres settled into her basket next. Julia let out a little snort of frustration when she couldn't find a 34c in red to match her new panties. I'll find one at another store, she thought, and moved toward a rack of skirts.
Looking down at her skirt, which covered her knees, Julia immediately reached for the shortest one she could find in her size. Holding it up against her body, color flooded Julia's cheeks. She hung the skirt back up, realizing that an errant breeze while wearing it would reveal her to all the world. Selecting one of greater length, she moved around the rack to find more.
Julia spent hours selecting and trying on outfits. She replaced her one-piece bathing suit with a bikini, and her nightgown with a silky chemise. With a basket full of new clothing, she started toward the checkout lanes. Passing the rack of skirts, she hesitated. After a moment of embarrassed consideration, she grabbed the scandalously short skirt and put it in her basket before moving on to pay for everything.
Dean kicked back in his office chair looking out the window, his work done for the day. Not going too badly. Word got around quickly, and people aren't making a big deal. Maybe I'll get through this with minimal frustration.
A knock on the jamb of his open office door caused him to turn. As soon as he saw who stood in the doorway, Dean felt his cock swelling with blood.
"Mr. Lanza, do you want this printed in draft, or high-quality?" Emily asked.
"Draft," Dean answered. "It isn't finalized yet, I just want a general idea of how it is going to look." His cock throbbed, the sight of his blonde co-worker in her short skirt and tight top awakening his ever-repressed desire.
His thoughts flashed back to an office party. The CEO had demanded attendance at the party — the only reason his wife had let him go. She, of course, wanted nothing to do with it. Everyone drinking at the party had put Dean in a black mood, as he knew that even a hint of alcohol on his breath would have instigated a tongue-lashing from his wife. Emily had consumed more than her fair share, however.
Dean remembered the event like it had happened only moments before. Emily walking up to him, her top revealing tantalizing hints of her breasts and her skirt showing off long expanses of leg. Her suggestive whispers and the scent of her perfume had nearly driven him mad. In the end, he'd only managed to resist letting things go farther because he worked with Emily, and because he knew his wife would find out somehow.
Emily nodded and turned to leave, her perfect bottom moving hypnotically beneath the tight skirt. Dean reached down and adjusted his straining erection, trying to put the thoughts from his mind. He knew better than to get involved with anyone in the office, and doing so this soon after his wife's death would look absolutely crass, anyhow.
Pulling out the phone book, Dean decided to fulfill at least one fantasy from the long-ago office party. Flipping to the yellow pages, he located a liquor store between the office and home. His mouth watered in anticipation of his first beer in twenty years. Quickly scribbling down the address when he found a place on his normal route home, he glanced out into the main office floor.
Emily was looking right at him, and smiled when she saw him. For a moment, Dean thought he was looking at his daughter. The two of them could be twins, save for Emily's eye-catching style of dress and the loss of youthful glow that Julia still had.
Dean nodded politely, and quickly turned toward his computer to tap away — trying to drive the ever-occurring and disturbing thought from his head.
Julia quickly hung the last of her new panties over the retracting clothesline in the laundry room, knowing she needed to get supper started soon. She wanted desperately to put on her new clothes, but she knew better than to do so without washing everything first. She'd disobeyed her mother only once in that regard, and the rash in her private regions had itched unmercifully. Every secretive attempt to scratch and relieve that nearly painful sensation had drawn a truly painful slap on her wrists from her mother.
She'd not spent all her money on her new wardrobe. A quick stop at the grocery store provided a perfect present for her father. Julia's mother had restricted their diet with the same draconian authority as every other element of their lives. It couldn't stop her father from thinking about his favorite things, however. Thanks to a cooking class, Julia knew just how to prepare the guilty treat of fat-laden hamburgers and fries for supper. I'll finally get to thank you for being so good to me, Daddy, Julia thought as she hurried to the kitchen.
Dean stepped into the house, a six-pack of ice cold Budweiser replacing the briefcase he normally carried in the door. A shiver ran down his spine when the scent of beef cooking tickled his nostrils. He almost groaned in delight, hurrying toward the kitchen.
"Welcome home, Daddy," Julia said, her smile brightening the dining room. On the table in front of her sat two plates, each heaped high with french fries and a steaming burger.
"If I'm dreaming, don't wake me up," Dean said and let out a little chuckle. He sat down his six-pack and settled into his chair, drinking in the scent and shivering yet again in anticipation.
"I didn't know you drank alcohol," Julia said as she sat down, looking at the six-pack with a surprised expression.
"Well, I haven't since I married your mother, she wouldn't allow it. I never was much of a drinker, but there's nothing like one or two — mind you, one or two — after a hard day's work, or with a nice greasy meal. Thank you for this, honey."
"You're welcome, Daddy. Now eat, before it gets cold."
"You don't have to ask me twice," Dean responded and laughed, picking up his hamburger. Swallowing the first bite, he said, "Now this is heaven."
Words ceased then as they ate.
Taking a sip of her soda, yet another addition to their dinner of sin, Julia glanced at the six-pack and said, "I'm almost afraid of that. Mother talked about alcohol like it was a potion that turned you evil with one sip."
"Your mother was hard. It's probably good in some ways, because I don't know what kind of father I'd have been without her reining me in. I think you've missed out on a lot of life because of it, though."
"So have you, Daddy. Why don't you have one?"
"I don't know if I should. I don't want you getting ideas that you should start drinking. I don't think there's anything wrong with it myself, when you don't overdo it, but it's easy to overdo it."
"You taught me better than that, Daddy. I've seen drunks, and I don't want to be like that. Go on."
Dean pulled one of the sweating bottles from the carton, thinking that he should probably get the rest into the fridge soon. Twisting off the cap, he brought the bottle to his lips and took a slow pull. The sensation of the beer settling in his stomach was better than sex — certainly better than any he'd had in the last twenty years, anyway.
"What does it taste like?" Julia asked.
"Earthy. Sharp. I don't really know how to describe it. It just tastes good."
"Could I try a taste?"
The question startled Dean. His daughter had asked any number of direct questions over the years, but never one like this. "Honey, you're not even supposed to drink until you're twenty-one."
"It's okay, I understand. I was just curious," Julia replied with a hint of disappointment.
Hearing that tone in his daughter's voice stabbed Dean's heart like a dagger. "You know what — why don't you try it. I'd rather you do it here with me than to sneak off and do it somewhere else." He pushed the bottle across the table as he finished speaking.
Julia picked up the bottle curiously, sniffing and finding the scent strange and vaporous. She tipped it back and took a drink. Her father couldn't help but laugh at the face she made.
"This is awful," Julia said after a quick cough as she put the bottle down.
Still laughing, Dean reached across the table and took the bottle back. "Beer is sort of an acquired taste."
"I'll go wash the dishes, Daddy. You just enjoy your beer, though I can't understand how you can."
When Julia returned a minute later to collect the glasses, she put her hand on her forehead. "Is it supposed to make you feel light headed?"
"That and a little silly."
Julia smiled and said, "This part isn't so bad."
"It's the morning after that gets you," her father chuckled and drained the last of the beer from his bottle. Remembering the lesson that had taught him as a youth to limit how much he drank, he said, "Go ahead and do the dishes. I'm going to run out for a minute. I'll be right back, honey."
Dean returned at almost the exact same time as Julia emerged from the kitchen. Julia glanced curiously at the paper sack in her father's hands.
"I went and bought something that shouldn't cause you to make such a face." He pulled away the sack, revealing a clear bottle filled with clear liquid. "This is Schnapps. I'm going to let you have just enough to see what the next morning is like, without letting you overdo it too much. I know my first hangover taught me moderation, so I think you would do well to learn the lesson too."
Julia's expression betrayed fear, but also curiosity as she approached. Her father opened the bottle, holding it out toward his daughter. "Here, take a sniff."
Julia inhaled, and her eyes widened. "It smells like peppermint."
"It tastes like it to. This stuff will sneak up on you before you know it. You have to be careful with alcohol that tastes good. It's easy to go overboard. Let's go watch a movie and you can have a few drinks."
Dean slipped a tape into the VCR, and then returned to the couch, where Julia sat with a timid look of anticipation on her face. Dean shook his head almost imperceptibly, fighting off a chuckle. I always thought I'd be urging her to stay away from alcohol, and here I am introducing her to it. She's going to be tempted eventually, so it's better if I teach her what can happen — and when to stop.
Pulling the shot glass he'd also purchased at the liquor store from his pocket, Dean sat down and poured a shot of the minty beverage for his daughter. She took it after a moment of hesitation, and then tipped the tiny glass back.
Julia's eyes opened with surprise, and she let out a little giggle. "It's cold in the bottle, but it feels all warm in my tummy, Daddy."
Aiming the remote control, Dean started the movie. "Give that one a few minutes to settle, and we'll see if you want another."
After only a minute or so, she requested another shot. This time Dean did chuckle as he poured. "You're going to learn the hard way, I guess."
By the sixth shot in less than thirty minutes, Dean could tell his daughter felt the effects of the alcohol.
"Can I have another, Daddy?" She asked.
"Why don't you wait a little while? I can tell it's hitting you."
Julia blew a raspberry. "No it isn't. I just feel warm, and really good."
One corner of his mouth twitching up into a smile, Dean said, "Try to stand up."
"Just try it," he chuckled in response.
Julia stood up, her eyes going wide when she felt her balance leave her. She grasped the arm of the couch to keep from stumbling, and then promptly sat back down. "Is that supposed to happen?"
"Yes," her father laughed. "Watch the movie for a while. Here comes the good part."
"Okay, Daddy," she responded, settling into the cushions.
Dean let her have two more shots, and then flatly refused to give her any more. He could tell that she teetered only a sip or two away from slipping over the line from tipsy to drunk. She pouted prettily in protest, a favorite tactic with her loving father, but he refused to budge.
As the credits rolled, Julia leaned in close and draped her arm across her father's chest. "I missed this, Daddy," she contentedly sighed.
"I did too, honey," he replied. His wife had adamantly cut off any such sort of intimate physical contact the moment Julia's breasts sprouted. It is unseemly and sinful, she'd chastised them both, upon seeing them hug.
Julia looked up at her father and said, "I haven't seen you smile in so long. I hated seeing you so unhappy."
"Life's hard sometimes," he sighed.
"Mother made it hard. Nothing you did was good enough for her."
"I know, honey. Let's not talk about it."
"Okay, Daddy," Julia responded, snuggling back up against her father.
He could feel her warmth, and smell the floral scent of her shampoo in her hair. Wrapping his arm around her, he settled back into the cushions and watched the outtakes playing alongside the credits.
When he noticed the sensation of her firm breasts pressing against his arm, it startled him. He shamefully recognized the tingle in his loins, and the feeling of blood swelling his manhood. Though he'd only consciously noticed the feeling this very moment, he'd subconsciously enjoyed the feeling ever since she leaned in to hug him. Quickly unwrapping his arm from his daughter, he said, "We should probably go to bed. I'll warn you right now, you're not going to feel very well in the morning."
"We'll see," Julia responded, wrinkling her nose in a mocking expression.
"Oh, you'll see, alright. Good night, honey."
"Good night, Daddy."
Julia curled up in her blankets, awakening from a dream about a rapidly beeping robot beating her over the head.
The phone rang again.
Without uncovering her head, Julia fumbled around until she found the phone. The phone rang again, the sound like a knife stabbing into her temples. A little whimpering moan escaped her as she looked at the caller ID. "Hello."
"How are you feeling this morning?" Her father asked.
"Horrible," Julia moaned.
"I warned you," Dean managed to say without laughing or sounding smug. "Drink plenty of water, take a couple of Excedrin, and have a bath. I need to get back to work, but I'll call you later to make sure you're feeling better, honey."
"Okay, Daddy," Julia mumbled. "Goodbye."
Julia turned off the phone and dropped it on her bedside table, pulling the covers over her head. Her father's advice called to her a few moments later, because her mouth felt as dry as a desert. Getting out of bed proved a painful experience, but she had little choice considering the painful pressure of her strained bladder.
After peeing, Julia took all her father's advice to heart. A few minutes of soaking in the bath helped chase away the groggy feeling gripping her, as well as her headache.
Feeling at least somewhat refreshed after her bath, Julia stepped out of the bath and toweled dry. Anticipation then burned away the last of her hangover as she looked at her new clothes, just waiting for her to put on.
Picking up the pair of silky white panties, she slipped them on and looked in the mirror. Instantly, she smiled and ran her hands over her revealed thighs and hips, loving the way the panties looked on her. The material felt wonderful against her skin, a shift in her weight causing the slippery cloth to rub over her labia, sending a tingle through her sex.
Julia felt her nipples stiffening from the sensation, and glanced at her full, firm breasts in the mirror. The pink tips stood out from their slightly darker halo, and she couldn't resist running her fingers over the stiff points. The touch sent an even sharper jolt of pleasure through her sex, and she could feel the tingle of wetness lubricating her depths.
Almost reluctantly, she put on her new bra that matched the panties. The lacy cloth lifted her breasts, enhancing the view in the mirror even more. Julia blushed when she realized that her stiff nipples were still plainly visible through the brassiere, as were the slightly darker circles of her areola.
While the white blouse that followed helped hide her nipples, the light material didn't conceal the evidence of her arousal completely. Pulling on the dark blue skirt, she admired the five inches of her long legs revealed above the knee. Her mother had never allowed her to reveal so much skin except to swim, and then only in their pool in the back yard, behind the tall privacy fence.
I hope Daddy likes my outfit, Julia thought nervously. Though not remotely as conservative as her mother, Julia knew that her father would feel protective of her as well. She nearly changed into a less revealing blouse, but decided against it. Some of my new things are more revealing than this. I should see what Daddy thinks of this, so I get a real reaction.
Decision made, Julia walked out of the bathroom to start on her chores. Though her taskmaster mother wasn't here to demand it any longer, Julia understood that her father worked hard, and that someone needed to maintain the house. Her father appreciated the work — it made him happy — and that was all the encouragement Julia needed to whistle as she cleaned and straightened the house.
Dean let out a little sound of surprise as his daughter wrapped her arms around him the moment he walked in the door.
"Welcome home, Daddy."
"What's this all about?" Dean laughed, wrapping his arms around her and trying not to jab her with his briefcase.
"I told you, I missed hugging you, Daddy," Julia effervesced as she stepped back from the hug.
Only then did Dean notice how his daughter was dressed. Memories his wife's young body the first time he saw her undressed on their wedding night filled Dean's head. Though everyone knew she must have an amazing body, the loose, many-layered clothing she wore had offered no glimpse of it whatsoever. Seeing her nude had nearly stopped his heart.
If anything, Julia's body was even sexier than her mother's.
"Daddy?" Julia asked nervously.
"Sorry, honey — you just surprised me a bit."
"Do you... Do you like it? Is it okay? I can take everything back if..."
Dean held up a hand, making his decision in a matter of moments. "It's okay, honey. It will take some getting used to, but I'm your father, so I'm allowed to worry a little, aren't I? You look beautiful." You look incredible, popped into his head, but he quickly pushed the thought down.
"Thank you, Daddy," Julia beamed, hugging him once more.
Dean acutely noticed her breasts pressing against his chest, and fought down shame as his manhood twitched. "You're going to hug me to death," he nervously laughed.
Stepping back, Julia smiled and said, "It's just been so long since I had a hug. Mother never hugged me, and once you stopped..."
"Honey, the only reason I stopped..."
"I know, Daddy — Mother made you stop once I got breasts. She told me that she made you stop. She asked me every morning if you'd..." Julia paused and cast her eyes downward, her voice small when she continued, "... touched me."
Dean's eyes hardened. "She what? After I stayed faithful to her, never so much as seeing her nak..." He bit off his words and his eyes widened. "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have said that."
Julia reached out and squeezed her father's hand. "It's okay, Daddy. I know Mother never... Well, you know. She didn't even believe me when I told her. She always checked — down there — to make sure."
Dean tightly clenched his teeth for a moment and sighed. "Why don't we stop talking about this? You'll have all the hugs you want from now on." He forced a smile, which he no longer had to force when she smiled back at him.
"We should go eat before it gets cold. I made pizza."
"I love you, honey."
"Well, now that dinner's settled a bit, I'm going to go take a few laps in the pool. Did I mention that was delicious?"
"About twelve times now, Daddy," Julia laughed.
Dean stood and said, "If my cell rings, just let it go to voice mail."
"Okay, Daddy. I'll go load the dishwasher."
A few minutes later, Dean hit the pool with a graceful dive, splashing only a little more than during his days on the high school swim team. He cut through the water with quick, powerful strokes.
Watching out the window, Julia admired the play of her father's muscles. You're so strong and handsome, Daddy. It's not fair that Mother didn't love you like you deserve. She let out a sad sigh, but then she smiled. Turning on her heel, Julia walked toward her room.
One more lap, Dean thought, making a quick, graceful turn at the edge of the pool. He surfaced and caught sight of Julia standing on the opposite side of the pool, and choked when water rushed into his wide-open mouth.
Coughing, Dean floated over to the edge of the pool, throwing an arm over the side. A few seconds later, Julia knelt down next to him. "Daddy, are you okay?"
With a final cough, Dean gasped, "I'm alright. I just caught a mouthful." And an eyeful, he thought, pointedly looking at nothing except his bikini-clad daughter's eyes.
"I thought I'd come swim with you," Julia said, standing back up again.
Forced to look up at her from her feet, Dean couldn't help but see Julia's barely concealed, lithe body standing over him. "I was about to get out, actually, but nothing's stopping you, honey."
Julia pouted and said, "I hoped you might teach me how to dive. I always slap my feet when I try it."
Even his uneasiness with Julia's nearly nude body couldn't overpower that pout, or the chance to teach his daughter something. "You're not getting enough of a hop when you start out. You just fall toward the water. I'll show you." Putting his other hand up on the edge of the pool, Dean flexed his muscles and lifted his knee up onto the tile.
Climbing out of the water, Dean stood and said, "Dive for me, so I can see for sure what you're doing wrong."
"Okay, Daddy." She dived, popping back up with a gasp. "This is cold!"
Dean laughed. "That's what it is. You need to put a little bounce in there. Come back up here."
Julia climbed up out of the pool to stand next to her father again. "Okay now, you've got to get a little air between your feet and the ground, honey. Take a couple of bounces."
Julia laughed, and hopped up into the air. Almost immediately, Dean thought, Bad idea. His eyes locked of their own volition upon his daughter's ample, bouncing breasts, her nipples standing out from the shock of the cold water to press against the thin material of her bikini top.
What is wrong with me? How can I look at her like this? Dean chastised himself. Despite the self-admonition, his eyes drank in the sight of the water running in streams down Julia's taut tummy and long legs. Tearing his eyes away, Dean said, "Now put that bounce in there as you dive." He silently prayed that she wouldn't notice the partial swelling of his manhood beneath his swim trunks.
Julia executed a perfect dive this time. When she surfaced, she laughed and spun in the water. "I did it, Daddy!"
"That's my girl." Once more, his eyes roved to Julia's rounded bosom, the revealed upper globes breaking the surface of the lapping water. "Well, I should probably go get ready for bed. You keep practicing, and you'll just get better."
"Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, honey." He waved, and quickly walked back toward the house, trying to hide his expanding erection from her eyes.
Julia walked groggily through the living room on her way to the kitchen, but stopped as if she'd hit a wall when something in her peripheral vision caught her eye. A glance at the key rack revealed two sets of keys, and a look at the clock revealed the time — thirty minutes past the time when her father should be awake and getting ready for work.
Oh, no — I'd better wake Daddy up before he's late for work, Julia thought, the realization chasing the lingering sleep fog from her mind in an instant. Turning on her heel, she returned to the hallway and headed toward her father's door.
When she opened the bedroom door, Julia drew in a breath to awaken him, but couldn't make a sound. Her eyes locked on him, lying on the bed with only a thin sheet covering his legs. Above the sheet, her gaze centered on her father's morning erection. She couldn't take her eyes off the fascinating sight of the swollen organ, hovering proudly above his rippled abdomen.
Color flooded into Julia's cheeks as she stared, whispers from the other girls in her school about penises coming back to her in a rush. Some of them had actually seen one — touched one — and done other things with them. A tingling rushed through her sex, signaling a release of wetness within.
As she stared, the stiff phallus twitched, bouncing upward for a second. She couldn't believe the size of it, as big around as a summer sausage and the tip partially obscuring his belly button. The color in her cheeks deepened as she wondered how something so big could possibly go down there as the other girls had whispered.
Her father let out a little groan and shifted in his sleep. The movement snapped Julia back into reality, and she quickly backed out of the room, pulling the door soundlessly closed behind her. She felt as though she couldn't draw enough air into her lungs, her nipples were painfully stiff, and the tingling between her legs screamed at her to touch it.
Daddy is going to be late for work, she silently admonished herself, trying to chase the vision of her father's revealed manhood from before her eyes, which still lingered despite the closed door between them. She raised her hand and knocked.
Julia heard a groan from within the room, and then a sharp exclamation of, "Damn!"
"Daddy," Julia began, her voice breaking slightly, "Are you awake?"
"I am now. Thanks, honey. Can you put on some coffee for me? I'm really going to have to rush to get to work on time," her father said from beyond the door.
"Okay, Daddy," Julia responded, hurrying to the kitchen and letting the task fill her mind, pushing away the memory of what she'd just seen.
Dammit, Dean silently cursed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. In the bathroom, he fought down his erection to release the painful pressure of his bladder. All the while, he cursed himself for allowing his needs to overshadow his judgment.
Walking back into the bedroom a couple of minutes later, he quickly picked up the bottle of lubricant from the floor next to the bed. A glance revealed the paper towel he'd used to catch his ejaculation the night before safely in the trash can near the bed. He could almost hear his dead wife's voice saying, This is your punishment for defiling God's temple by fornicating with yourself.
Shut up, bitch, he thought to the silent voice, and the release of emotion made him feel better. Moving the box in the bottom of his closet, he lifted a board below and quickly deposited the bottle of lube in his hidden vault. Kicking the box back in place as he stood, Dean then rummaged through the clothing hanging on the rack above, attempting to find a short-sleeved dress shirt amongst the garments.
Julia heard the bedroom door open, and poured a cup of the now finished coffee. Her father hurried into the room just as she returned the pot to its place on the coffee maker.
"Thank you, honey. I've got to get all my winter clothes and things I never wear out of that closet. I can't find anything in there." Dean grabbed the cup of coffee and tipped it back, feeling better the moment the hot liquid settled in his stomach.
"Do you need me to do anything, Daddy?" Julia asked.
"No, honey. You got me up in time. I'll be a little rushed, but I'll make it on time now. Thank you, Julia."
"You're welcome, Daddy," Julia responded with a wide smile, his gratitude causing her to tingle all over. "I'll need some more money on the household card for food and things."
"I'll do it as soon as I get to work." He took another sip of coffee and asked, "Do you need any more money for yourself?"
"I still have a little left," Julia responded.
"I'll put more on your card too. You'll need it for gas. The car is probably about due for an oil change too. Make sure you just buy things for the house on the one card, and everything else on your card. Don't forget to keep the receipts."
"I'll go get the oil changed today, Daddy."
Dean drained the last of his coffee. "I've got to get going. I love you, honey"
"I love you too, Daddy," Julia responded, scooping up the coffee cup as her father hurried toward the door.
Julia pulled into the driveway still blushing. Men had always looked at her, even dressed in the formless clothing her mother had forced her to wear. Wearing one of her new outfits today to the store and the quick lube shop, she'd noticed everyone looking at her. She could almost feel the hunger in the stares of the men, and for the first time in her life, she felt something other than embarrassment and shame from those stares — excitement.
She tried to shake away the feeling and the almost uncomfortable tingling it caused between her legs as she put away the groceries. As soon as she completed that task, the feelings surged anew in absence of any distraction.
I'll go clean out Daddy's closet, Julia thought, hoping that the busy work would help her forget — though she wasn't really sure she wanted to. That worried her more than anything else.
Julia pulled out the long sleeved shirts and a few things she couldn't remember her father wearing recently, placing the items on the bed to separate them. When she finished, her father's summer clothing all hung neatly in the closet, no longer jumbled together from too many garments crowding the rack.
Looking at the floor of the closet, Julia recognized a pair of shoes that her father hadn't worn in years. She pulled the shoes out and searched for more. She saw a pair deep in the corner of the closet, back behind a box on the floor. Sliding the box out of the way, she reached for the running shoes and let out a cry of surprise when her foot went through the floor.
Catching her balance and jerking her foot away, Julia looked down to see a loose board tipped up. The board had narrowly missed cracking her in the shin. She started to put the board back in place, but noticed something peeking out from beneath the floorboards.
Curiosity overwhelmed her, and Julia tugged the bottle out from under the floor into the faint light of the closet. Her cheeks warmed when she saw the words sensual lubricant on the bottle. She pushed the bottle back under the floorboards, her face burning, and her fingers brushed against something else hidden there.
Biting her lower lip, Julia hesitated for a moment, and then tugged the magazine out. Her eyes widened when she saw the image of a blonde woman with a man's penis in her mouth. She gasped, and fully meant to shove the dirty magazine back under the floorboards. Instead, she pulled it out and turned toward the light filtering in through the closet door.
The woman in the picture looked as if she was eating chocolate, judging by the look on her face. A dribble of thick, milky liquid ran from the corner of the woman's mouth to her chin, where it hung suspended an inch or two below. Stepping out of the closet, Julia opened the magazine and went to sit down on the bed, almost unconscious of her own actions.
The pictures inside showed the blonde woman dressed in skimpy, girlish clothing, standing in front of an older, handsome man. The clothing vanished from the woman's body in the subsequent pictures on the first two pages, the garments lying on the ground at her feet where she'd discarded them. In the final picture, she knelt nude before the man with his pants undone and her hand wrapped around his stiff manhood. Julia couldn't help but notice that it looked a lot like her father's.
With trembling fingers, Julia turned the page. She gasped when she saw the pictures, showing the woman taking the man's penis in her mouth and his face tightened in an almost pained expression. Julia's eyes moved from picture to picture, taking in the variety of expressions on the woman's face. They ranged from the delighted look on the cover of the magazine to an almost mocking smile in one where the woman's tongue wrapped around the purple tip of the man's saliva coated erection.
In the last two pictures, the man stood up and removed his clothing as well. The pictures showed a handsome man with well-defined muscles, once again reminding Julia of her father.
On the next page, the woman lay on the couch with her legs spread wide open, revealing her bare-shaven sex over the man's shoulder. The next picture showed the man with his tongue on the blonde woman's folds. In these pictures, the woman's face showed signs of both pain and surprise. Something in the expressions told Julia that neither of those sensations actually affected the woman.
The pictures showed the man licking the woman from a variety of angles. The final picture on the page depicted the blonde with her back arched up off the couch, her nipples pinched between her fingers and thumbs, her eyes closed, and her mouth wide open in a silent scream.
Julia continued to flip through the pages, seeing the man insert his cock — Julia remembered the word from her friend's whispers — between the woman's legs. She still couldn't believe the large thing fit in the woman's vagina, even though she saw it with her own eyes.
The pictures showed the man on top of the woman, the woman on top of the man, and other positions that Julia thought had to be uncomfortable for both of them. On the last two pages, the man pulled his cock from inside the blonde, and she took it in her mouth again. A large picture on the top of the last page showed the woman with her mouth wide open and milky ropes of blurry fluid stretching from the man's wet cock to her mouth. In the last picture, she knelt before him licking her lips with semen running down her chin and spattered on her right breast.
Julia stared at the pictures, her nipples and her sex both aching. She breathed heavily, and her whole body felt warm. After a few seconds of staring, she quickly closed the magazine and covered the picture on the cover with her hands.
Julia hurried to the closet and put he magazine back where she'd found it. Her mind made the connection between the lubricant and the book, sending a fresh rush of heat into her cheeks. Daddy touched himself while looking at these pictures, because Mother wouldn't, Julia's thoughts rushed through her head.
Replacing the board and the box, Julia closed the closet door and walked out of the room, her body still screaming at her. She felt a touch of cold at the center of the heat between her legs, and knew that a wet spot on her new panties caused the sensation. A touch of her fingers a moment later confirmed the thought, and caused Julia to shiver uncontrollably.
Closing the door to her father's room, Julia struggled against the aching of her body, memories of her mother catching her touching herself returning to her. Remembering the fire and brimstone sermon her mother had delivered on that occasion — laced with frank, embarrassing descriptions of what she'd done — dulled Julia's arousal.
But only for a few moments.
Julia could count the number of times she'd touched herself on the fingers of one hand — a hand that now crept between her legs as she lay down on her bed. Her arousal overpowered her, making it impossible to ignore her body's cries for release. She rubbed the silky, damp material of her panties against her folds, her back arching up from the bed and a quavering gasp escaping her as she did so.
Without any conscious thought, Julia pulled up the hem of her skirt and slipped her hand into her panties. She felt wetness coating the tip of her finger as she stroked it over her folds, a quiet yelp bursting from her lips from the touch. After a few more strokes of her finger, dulling the ache between her legs to a pleasant tingling, Julia pulled down her panties and kicked them off.
She parted her legs wide, the images from the magazine flashing behind her closed eyes as she stroked her wet heat. She could almost feel the man's tongue sliding over her, sending a jolt through her body that centered in her sex and her stiff nipples.
Julia's fingers rubbed faster, a knot of hot pressure building deep inside her as she caressed her folds. The wetness quickly coating her fingers increased the sensation of her touch, spurring her to even greater efforts.
Her body writhed and undulated on the bed without conscious direction as everything in the world vanished, save for the mental image of a man between her legs with his tongue roving over her. She concentrated her efforts on the swollen bud at the apex of her lips, the bubble of pressure within her growing larger by the moment.
With a sharp, quiet cry of release, Julia stiffened as the bubble within her burst. She trembled in climax, her fingers tightly pressed over her throbbing clit. Jolts of pleasure continued to arch through her body for long minutes as the image of her father in her mind tenderly kissed her.