My name is Janine Simms, Janey for short. I am 30 years old. I live here in Georgia, in the midst of the Savannah marshlands. I live with my younger brother Timmy, and my daughter Hope. We live a quiet but peaceful life. For all these years, I have been silent about what had happened to me, trying to forget; but of late, the memories have been coming back, filling me with haunting pain. I figure the only way I can ever escape these memories is to tell my story to someone else. And so... here's my story.

I grew up in the woods of Pennsylvania, the eldest daughter of Rupert and Erin Simms. I had one younger brother, Timothy-he was the most adorable little sibling. Our parents were normal rural parents. Sundays we'd all attend service like all the other families in the area, Mom was an active member of the church choir. We were everything you'd expect from the average American family. That all changed during the winter of my fourteenth year. Mom got stricken with cancer, at the young age of 36. I had just turned 14 years old, and Timmy was 3. It was now only us two kids and dad.

When Mom died, we all took it really hard. But we never really shared our grief together, as a family. Timmy was only 3, so he was too young for her death to really impact him, and as for Dad, well, he just got really moody, and spent most of his time outside the house. While he had never really been the warmest father to us, even while Mom had been alive, he was almost distant now. Many nights, he would come home drunk, the smell of booze and cigarettes all over his clothing. For the most part, it was just me and Timothy at home. I wound up having to do most of the housework. I was only 14 then, and most of the times, it was just us two fending for ourselves.

My body started to really develop about the time I turned fifteen. I think Dad also became aware of my development then, because I began to notice him eyeing my chest-at first furtively, but then more and more openly as time went on. We were never really a cuddling type of family, so I knew things weren't quite okay when he started asking me for hugs, or when Timmy and I would be watching a movie in the living room, and he'd walk in, sit on his couch, and pat his lap and ask for his little girl to sit in Daddy's lap.

A few months after my fifteenth birthday, I'd come home from school to find him still there, snoozing on the couch with a newspaper and an opened can of beer. Usually, he would have left for work about a half-hour earlier, and I would come home to find Timmy sleeping. I would usually do my homework and cook dinner for Timmy and me. Dad usually got home around midnight. For some reason, he was hadn't left for work today. It turned out that his construction company had laid him off for drinking on the job.

Well, from that point on, he was at home a lot of the time. After a few weeks, I started getting worried about when he would find a job, and then the weeks turned to a month. When we were really low on money for groceries, I finally got up the courage to ask him if he'd found a job yet, since we needed money for groceries. Rather than reply, he'd reached into his pocket and tossed a check at me, before turning back to the television and his can of beer. It was an envelope, containing a welfare check for the month of July.

With Dad hanging around the house all the time now, I began to feel more and more uncomfortable with his roving eyes. He started commenting frequently on how I'd grown into such a fine woman; meanwhile his eyes would be staring at my chest or my buttocks. He took to finding opportunities to brush against me 'accidentally'. Once, after dinner, while I was washing the dishes, he came up behind me, asking if I needed help with the dishes. Before I could refuse, he'd slipped his arms under mine from behind, and was pressed up against me, so that I had to lean forward toward the sink. With a start, I could feel the heat of his groin right up against my buttocks. I remember gasping, and him chuckling, as he gave a quick grind of his groin against me. Then he'd left the room.

By the time I turned sixteen, my father had still not found a job. Every now and then he'd go for interviews, just to satisfy the welfare agencies, to show them he was earnest in trying to find employment, but he stayed unemployed, and lounged around at home. Dad became less subtle in his overtures toward me. Frequently, he'd comment on how nicely my chest was filling out, or he'd eye my crotch with such intense scrutiny right in front of me. At every opportunity, he tried to cop a feel of my breasts, or grope my buttocks, always trying to make it seem like an accidentally.

"Dad, I'm trying to doing homework... " or "Dad... I need to cook dinner..." These became my frequent excuses to get him to stop. However they became less and less effective. As the months went by, he started getting bolder and more demanding.

Once, on a Friday night, while watching TV after dinner, after Timmy had gone to bed, he said "Jane, come here and sit on your Daddy's lap. I haven't hugged my little girl in such a long time."

The way he said it, in that tone of voice, I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. I remember walking reluctantly over to him, and then facing away from him, gently seated my right buttock on his left thigh, so that I was only partially up against him. Even then, I could feel his hairy thighs against mine, since I was wearing shorts at the time. What came next was a shock for me, since he had never done anything so obviously sexual before.

I remember gasping out loud, startled, almost losing balance, when suddenly, his thick hands were encircling my hips. Chuckling, he lifted me high and up and twisted me around until I was facing him, with my legs to each side of him. Grunting appreciatively, his hands still tight around my waist, he pulled me downward onto him, settling my pelvis down right against his, so that our crotches were fused together. Now, both my legs were to each side of his legs, so that I was in effect, straddling him. Gasping in fright, I tried to lift myself off of him, but I had no purchase to push against. My feet were off the floor, and when I braced my arms across the arms of the couch to lift myself, he just pulled down on my hips, settling me down again.

"Now that's a good girl", he moaned, as he grounded himself against me. Through his boxer shorts and my own shorts, I could feel the hard bulge of his manhood. As he crushed my crotch against him, he began humping back and forth. With each forward push of his hips, he'd pressed down on my hips, so that I could feel his bulge through the thin material of our clothing.

"Daddy! Let me go! I'm too old to be sitting on your lap! Please!" I whispered frantically, in tears. I didn't want to wake up Timothy, but I was scared to death.

"Soon... baby... soon...", his words began to come in gasps, as his buckling quickened in pace. In embarrassment, I could feel his penis through his shorts. It felt huge. His constant rubbing caused a wedgie in my own shorts, and I could feel my panties riding up into my crotch, between my lips. After maybe a minute of heated crotch grinding, he groaned loudly. His hands came up behind my back, pressing our bodies close together. I could feel my breasts mashed flat against his massive chest, even as he gluing our crotches together. The large bulge of his manhood, which I could feel pressed through the thin material of my shorts and his boxer shorts, was wedged right up against my crotch. Stunned, I could feel it throbbing wildly, as if it had a life of its own. I could feel the heat of his groin through the thin layers of clothing, as it spasmed. Groaning, he held me motionless against him, while he finished his orgasm.

After a few minutes, his grip on me slackened, as he exhaled noisily, leaning back onto the couch. Sobbing, I remembered scrambling off his lap, and running up the stairs to my room, and quickly locking the door behind me. It was only when I was inside, huddled on bed, that I realized my entire crotch area was all damp. I knew from the sex education classes at school what had happened, but the reality of it didn't make it any more palatable. Removing my shorts, I examined my panties. They were soaked wetly with my dad's cum too, so that they looked sheer, making my enflamed vaginal lips visible. I remember thinking that I had my father's sperm soaking through my shorts and panties, and my crotch was now damp with it. Scared, I rushed to the bathroom and wetted a towel to wipe myself clean.

The next day, Dad acted like the whole thing had never happened. And as far as I was concerned, it didn't either. Incidents like these, I learned to put in the back of my mind.

These incidences didn't stop though. Rather, they became more and more frequent. He might be passing by me in the hallway, then without warning, he would reach forward with one hand, cupping my crotch and wriggling his fingers through my pants to massage me down there. Or other times, when I'd come out of the bathroom cloaked in a towel, he'd be there waiting, eyeing me. As soon as I walked passed him, he would pull on my towel, leaving me naked in the hallway. I always ran into my room then, amidst his chuckling. Thankfully, he never pursued. I learned then to take my showers when he was asleep, or he was outside the house.

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 look.

"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 free hand.

"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 crumpled...

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 July10th, 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 off 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 nicely. 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.

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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 bathing suit.

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 breasts.

"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 pussy.

"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 blanket.

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 hymen.

"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 crotch.

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 grown.

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 get's 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 upstairs.

"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.