Chapter 1

I woke up to another school day, and expected it to be quite normal, but it definitely turned out to be anything but!

Then again, many of my ‘normal’ school day would shock 99.999% of people, and if anyone found out about it would have some male members of my close family locked up, but it is family life as we like it, so we’ll stick to it thank-you very much!

I got out of bed and pulled my dressing gown on over my nightie, slipped my feet into my slippers and went downstairs. Mum and Dad were chomping toast and my cereal was in the bowl as usual, so I said a cheery ‘Good morning!’ and got a smile off Mum and a grunt off Dad as I sat at the table and poured milk onto my Shreddies.

“I’m out until late tonight” said Mum, “We’re preparing for this weekend’s Country Show down at the Women’s Institute, so I’ll leave something ready for your tea, as Dad is going to be out too, working with Uncle Jack and Uncle Peter on their latest project car”. I nodded acknowledgement and started munching as Dad got up and went upstairs to get ready for work.

After my cereal and a cup of tea from the pot I headed upstairs to get ready for school.

After a shower and blow-drying my hair I went to my top drawer to get some knickers and socks out, but got a big surprise when I opened the drawer. Sitting on top of my knickers was a note, written in big bold letters on a folded sheet of A4 in a very familiar hand. The note read “Wear white panties and don’t struggle too much!”. Just to make it clear whose hand had penned the note, a single word stood out starkly beneath the text “Dad”.

My mouth went dry and I felt weak at the knees. I braced myself on the top of my chest of drawers and my 14- year-old nice clean vagina suddenly felt like I hadn’t given it the good towelling I’d actually given it after my shower, as it suddenly felt very damp indeed. I stepped back with the note in my hand and sat on the edge of my bed, my breath coming in short gasps.

Almost whenever Mum went to the WI or was visiting friends on an evening, and also often when I came home from school for ‘lunch’ to find my father alone waiting for me, I did things with him that no girl should ever do with her Dad, and not only him, but sometimes his friends and even the aforementioned Uncles Peter and Jack too!

When Dad caught me doing what I was doing that fateful day he had me cornered and he knew it. He had evidence and we both knew that, and he used that evidence to blackmail me into doing something else, which gave him more evidence, which started a never-ending spiral. To be honest, I hadn’t taken very much persuading to take the first step after the initial blackmail incident, as I was already almost certainly what might be termed sex-mad in at least one way by then, and now, if anything, I am the one in the driving seat and, as a very sexually motivated incestuous schoolgirl, I am keen to try out any form of naughty sex which will hit my ‘Dirty Button’, as I call it.

Just so that you know where I’m coming from, I’d better tell you how Dad ‘persuaded’ me into having my first ever incestuous sex session with him. There’d been a similar breakfast and Mum and Dad told me that they’d each be out and about that evening, so when I got home from school I knew that I would be on my own until at least 9:00 PM and I’d already planned what I wanted to do, and had been looking forward to how naughty and dirty I was going to be with mounting excitement all day.