September 1

I’m Emma, and I’m fourteen years old. Instead of writing about the typical teenage struggles, I find myself grappling with something far more disturbing and complex. Lately, my dad has been acting strange, hinting at offering me extra allowance if I do certain “favors” for him. I know exactly what he’s getting at, and it makes my skin crawl. It feels like he’s trying to bribe me into something inappropriate, and the thought of it disgusts me. I’m not naive; I’ve heard whispered stories from other girls about their dads crossing lines that should never be crossed.

Just the other day, I heard that all-too-familiar “No Pole Dance” trend from TikTok coming from his room. The thought that he might be watching those suggestive videos sends shivers down my spine. It’s not just my imagination; I’ve noticed the way some of my friends’ dads look at us when we’re hanging out or practicing volleyball. Their eyes linger a little too long on our developing bodies, and it gives me the creeps. It’s like they can’t control their lustful gazes, and it makes me feel violated in my own home.

Part of me wants to confront my dad and put an end to this uncomfortable tension. But the thought of doing so scares me. What if he denies it or, even worse, gets defensive? I don’t want to deal with his anger, so I remain silent, keeping these disturbing thoughts locked away inside. I feel trapped in my own home, with no one to turn to. My mom is a nurse and frequently works the late shift, so most nights it’s just me and my dad. I wish I could talk to her about all of this, but she’s rarely home when these disturbing thoughts consume me.

I’m left alone with my confusion, wishing I could go back to the simplicity of being a normal teenager. This constant tension is affecting my everyday life, leaving me on edge and longing for the normalcy of a typical family dynamic. I just want this creepiness to go away, but for now, I’m stuck in this confusing and disturbing situation, unsure of what the future holds.”

September 5 Today, I found myself alone with Dad while Mom was busy in the kitchen. Feeling daring, I decided to test the waters and see if my suspicions about his intentions were true. I casually asked for some extra cash, claiming I needed it for a birthday gift for my friend, Cassie. As I made my request, I sat close to him, our arms almost touching. I could sense the tension in the air, thick and heavy. He smiled and agreed, and I thanked him with a nervous laugh that gave away my inner turmoil.

But even in that fleeting moment, something shifted within me. I felt a rush of conflicting emotions, like a storm brewing inside my heart. I’m curious about my own sexuality, and I wonder if Dad notices the subtle changes in me. It feels strange to have these thoughts about my own dad, but here I am, confused and intrigued. A part of me considers using this situation to my advantage, but the thought immediately feels wrong, like a voice of conscience pulling me back.

I don’t know how to untangle these conflicting feelings. It’s like there are two sides of me at war—one daring me to explore these forbidden paths, while the other wants to run and hide. I’m scared of where this curiosity might lead, but at the same time, I can’t ignore the power I seem to hold over him. It’s all so confusing, and I have no idea how to navigate this mess without making things even more awkward.

I wish I had someone to talk to, someone who could help me make sense of these mixed signals. But I feel trapped in my own little world, unable to confide in anyone. It’s like I’m standing at a crossroads, one path leading to forbidden exploration and the other offering the safety of retreat. I’m scared, intrigued, and confused all at the same time, like a knot of emotions in my stomach. I just hope that whatever choice I make won’t lead me down a path of even more uncertainty and distress.

September 10 Something happened today that left me confused and intrigued. I was at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes, when Dad approached me from behind, as he often does. This time, instead of pulling away, I leaned back into him, curious about his reaction. I could feel his arousal hardening against my lower back, and it startled me. It felt firm and insistent, sending a jolt through my body. I knew it was wrong, but the forbidden nature of it excited me. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me closer, and I sensed his desire. It gave me a strange sense of power over him.

I decided to test this newfound power dynamic. With a subtle movement, I pressed my body back against his, feeling his arousal more intensely. It felt thick and solid through his pants, and I could sense his surprise and hesitation. I whispered, “Do you like it when I do this?” and he nodded, his breath quickening. I felt a rush of conflicting emotions, excited and nervous at the same time.

I turned my head slightly, our cheeks almost touching, and whispered, “I want you to take me shopping for new clothes.” It was my way of testing the boundaries, seeing how far he’d be willing to go. At first, he remained silent, but then he gently thrust his hips forward, grinding against me. I could feel his hardness against my buttocks, and it sent a spark of excitement through my body. I noticed his arousal was substantial, and it made me curious about his size. Then, he whispered in my ear, his voice hoarse, “Anything for my little girl.”

His warm breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine, and I knew I had a certain control over him. I felt a tingling sensation in my body, and I realized I was getting aroused myself. It was a confusing mix of emotions—excitement, curiosity, and a hint of guilt. I wasn’t sure if I should be feeling this way, but my body was reacting instinctively. Now, I’m not sure what to do next. I’m torn between my curiosity and the boundaries I want to set.

September 17 This weekend’s shopping trip with Dad was ... intriguing, to say the least. After the events of last week, I felt a mix of curiosity and nervousness as we wandered through the mall. I deliberately chose some cute tops, but then I decided to push the boundaries even further. I ventured into the lingerie section, picking out some provocative pieces that made my cheeks flush. I wanted to see how Dad would react to my daring choices, especially after our kitchen encounter. Let me tell you, it was awkward as hell.

At first, he seemed embarrassed, especially when we walked into Victoria’s Secret. He averted his gaze, looking everywhere but at the lingerie on display. But then, something changed. I noticed his eyes discreetly roaming over the other young girls in the store, and suddenly, he seemed more relaxed and confident. It was like he was comparing me to them, and it gave me a strange sense of power.

On the drive home, I hugged him tightly, whispering my thanks for the gifts. That’s when things took another turn. He hugged me back, but his hands lingered a little too long on my ass, squeezing gently and pulling me closer in a way that was definitely not innocent. I could feel his arousal pressing against my stomach, and it stirred up a mix of emotions. I know I have some influence over him, especially after today, but it’s a power that scares me a little. Part of me is curious to explore this complicated territory further, but another part of me hesitates. I’m not sure I want to go down this path, unsure if I’m ready to deal with the consequences.

September 21 Things have definitely taken a turn since our shopping trip. Dad’s been more playful and, honestly, kinda flirty lately. When we pass each other in the hallways, his arms brush against my chest, and sometimes his crotch grazes my butt. I don’t encourage him, but I also don’t stop him. I can’t help but notice his muscles and how he fills out his shirts.

Today, something crazy happened. I walked into the bathroom, and there was Dad, just getting out of the shower. He totally forgot to lock the door. I shrieked, and he quickly covered up with a towel. I apologized and backed out, but not before I noticed his, well, huge package. I mean, it was seriously big. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and later looked up stuff online. I started wondering if Mom ever had trouble with, you know, sex because of his size. I know I shouldn’t be snooping, but I couldn’t help it.

Also, today, Dad tried to kiss my neck, and even though it felt too much, I didn’t stop him right away. I felt all these mixed feelings—excited but also not sure about crossing certain lines. So, I gently pulled away, and he looked at me with this intense gaze. I hugged him and said it was okay, but he needed to not go too far.

Dad hugged me back, his arms tight around me. I could feel his, um, thing pressing against my stomach, and he started caressing my lower back. It made me catch my breath, and I knew I was getting turned on. He pulled me closer, and his hand slowly moved down my back, making me shiver. When he reached my butt, he gave it a little squeeze, and I felt this rush of pleasure. I couldn’t stop myself from gasping and trembling. Later, when I went to my room, I realized I was, like, totally wet down there. I’m so confused, diary. Am I actually getting turned on by all of this? Am I giving him the wrong signals?

September 24 Today was a turning point. I had a fateful encounter with Cassie, a fellow classmate I hadn’t interacted much with before. She’s a stunning blonde cheerleader with curves that could stop traffic. Today, she approached me during lunch, her blue eyes sparkling with warmth as she complimented me on the new top my dad had bought over the weekend. There was something about her lively personality and effortless sense of style that immediately drew me in.

We started chatting, and over the next few days, our friendship blossomed. We had lunch together, sat next to each other in class, and shared stories about our lives. I felt a connection growing between us, and it made me feel comfortable enough to confide in her about something that had been on my mind.

I shared with Cassie some concerns I had about Dad’s recent strange actions. I mentioned how he sometimes hints at giving me extra allowance or offering to buy me new clothes. It felt like he was trying to bribe me, and I wasn’t sure what to think of it. Cassie listened intently, her expression filled with concern.

“Emma, I think our dads might be up to something similar,” she said, her voice laced with worry. “You know, my dad does the same. He offers me extra cash or new outfits. It’s like a trade for spending time with him.” Hearing this, my heart raced. I started to wonder if there was a pattern, if our dads were somehow coordinating their questionable behaviors.

Cassie continued, her voice lowering as she shared more. “It started with innocent hugs and kisses on the cheek. But lately, he goes for tighter hugs and kisses on the neck. It feels wrong, and I want to pull away, but it’s hard when he offers something I want.” I saw the internal struggle in her eyes, the conflict between her desires and what felt right.

As I listened to Cassie, my emotions were all over the place. I felt relieved that I wasn’t alone in dealing with a confusing father-daughter dynamic, but also worried for both of us. Over the next few days, our bond strengthened as we confided in each other, sharing our thoughts and experiences.

September 29 Cassie and I have been talking about our dads’ recent, um, sexual advances. We both know what’s up—they’re not exactly subtle about it. Cassie told me that her dad goes for full-on body hugs, and she can feel his hard-on during those moments. As for my dad, he usually sneaks up behind me and grinds his crotch against my butt. Their methods may be different, but the payment system is the same. Cassie’s dad gives her around $100 for their “special hugs,” while my dad doesn’t do direct transactions. Instead, I take advantage of our shopping trips to get what I want. We did the math, and turns out we’re both scoring about the same value in benefits.

We’re both dying to get our hands on tickets for the upcoming Olivia Rodrigo concert. We were super hyped about it, but then we saw the ticket prices—a crazy $500 each! I was bummed, but Cassie, always full of ideas, suggested we use our dads to get what we want. She gave me a wink, and I knew what she meant. I hesitated, but the thought of seeing Olivia Rodrigo live was too tempting.

Now, I’m trying to figure out how to bring it up with my dad. Should I talk to Mom or Dad about it? I know Mom will shut down the idea because of the price, but how do I approach Dad without making it obvious? Unlike Cassie, I don’t want to ask for money every time he touches me, and I want to keep things casual. I need to come up with a strategy that feels right for me.

I’ve been thinking about how to approach Dad without making it seem like a transaction. I don’t want to straight-up ask for the tickets, but I also don’t want to lead him on. So, here’s my plan:

“Dad, you always show me your love in the most amazing ways. Now, I have a special request. I really want to go to the Olivia Rodrigo concert with my friends. The tickets are expensive, and I was hoping you could make my dream come true. I know you want to see me happy, and this would mean the world to me. I promise to keep showing you how much I appreciate all that you do.”

I’m nervous about how he’ll react, but I’m gonna take the leap. Wish me luck! Hopefully, he says yes, and we can rock out at the concert!”

September 30 I still can’t believe it, but Dad actually agreed to the concert! He even asked me to keep the high price a secret from Mom, promising to come up with an excuse to take me without raising her suspicions. I immediately shared the good news with Cassie, hoping her dad would come through, too.

When I approached Dad to thank him, I was wearing my usual comfy outfit—a tank top and thin cotton shorts. Little did I know that this outfit would soon become a source of embarrassment and confusion. As I hugged him, he guided me to sit on his lap, and our innocent embrace took an unexpected turn. I felt his hard-on pressing against me through his grey sweatpants. My body froze, but then I remembered Cassie’s stories, and I told myself, “This is just how it goes.”

Dad started moving gently, pulling my hips down to meet his. I could feel the blunt tip of his cock head pressing against my crotch, wriggling deeper and creating a noticeable wedgie in my thin shorts. The sensation was uncomfortable, and I felt the fabric of my panties pushing into my pussy, giving me a real cameltoe wedge. His movements became more urgent, and I could feel his cock throbbing against me.

Dad whispered in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. He complimented my looks and suggested I could learn some “sexy moves” from Olivia Rodrigo. Despite feeling conflicted, my body responded to his touch, and I found myself grinding back. His cock twitched and throbbed against me, and I knew he was close. I felt a mix of fluids—his release soaking through my shorts and panties, and my own unexpected wetness adding to the mess.

After Dad pulled away, I stood there, still in his arms. Then, he kissed me deeply—a kiss that crossed a line and left me feeling violated. As he stepped back, I noticed the large wet spot on his sweatpants, and I realized what we’d just done. I felt a moment of panic as I looked down, seeing the sticky juices in my crotch and soaking my panties. I realized that some of that stickiness was his sperm, seeping into my underwear and into my most intimate areas.

Cassie shared her own disturbing encounter with her dad. She told me how he’d made her straddle his lap, and then forced her to lick and kiss his cock—down the shaft, across the head, and even licking up the juices oozing from the tip. He made her taste his salty-bitter pre-cum, moaning her name as he lost control, cumming on her face and chest. Now, Cassie fears that more “payments” might be expected, even with the promise of the concert tickets.

We’re both still excited for the concert, but a dark cloud of uncertainty hangs over us. We want to enjoy the experience, but we’re worried about what more our dads might ask of us. It’s like we’re walking a tightrope, constantly questioning how far we’re willing to go.

October 15 With the Olivia Rodrigo concert approaching, Cassie and I are determined to make it an unforgettable experience. We’ve set our sights on scoring awesome concert outfits and merchandise as our next “payments” from our dads. We want to look hot as hell and create memories that will last a lifetime. It’s not just about the concert anymore; it’s about embracing the whole experience and making it count. Our dads may have their reasons for doing this, but damn, we’re going to own it. Bring it on, Olivia Rodrigo!

October 20: With the concert approaching, Cassie and I are determined to make it an unforgettable experience. We’ve set our sights on scoring awesome concert outfits and merchandise as our next “payments” from our dads. We want to look hot and create lasting memories. Our dads’ indulgences are becoming more frequent, and we’re using it to our advantage. We decided to put our plan into action, employing our unique methods to get what we want.

Cassie went first, approaching her dad with a confident smile. She asked for a new concert outfit, hinting at how much it would mean to her. Her dad, always eager to please her, readily agreed. As for me, I chose a moment when Dad was in a good mood and casually brought up the concert. I requested a new outfit and merchandise, explaining how it would enhance the experience. Dad, seeing an opportunity to show his love, promised to take me shopping soon.

Fast forward to today, and our separate shopping trips with our dads were an interesting mix of excitement and discomfort. Their indulgences made us feel a bit uneasy, but we knew how to work it to our benefit. Now, Cassie and I are the proud owners of concert-worthy outfits! We had a mini fashion show, feeling like we could take on the world. On top of that, we each scored $200 for concert merch. We’re all set to arrive early and get our hands on exclusive souvenirs. Our dads’ “payments” have definitely taken our concert experience to the next level!

October 25 Last night, Dad called me into his den, and when I walked in, I saw something that both intrigued and worried me. He had this small, sleek box in his hands, and my curiosity was piqued. Inside was a vibrator—a pink, curved thing with buttons. I’d never seen one up close, and it made me nervous yet curious. He turned it on, and the buzzing sound filled the room, making my heart race. Before I knew it, he was pressing it against my pelvic area, just outside my clothes, near my crotch. I flinched at first, but then my body reacted in a way that shocked us both. I felt a rush of pleasure that left me moaning softly. It was intense and confusing, and I felt a mix of emotions.

Dad noticed my wetness and whispered, “You’re a natural, sweetheart.” I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly, I experienced an orgasm—my body shaking with the force of it. I pulled away, feeling ashamed and confused. I stole a glance at Dad, and he looked just as shocked as I felt. He murmured, “Wow, I didn’t see that coming.” I could see the desire in his eyes, and it both excited and scared me.

We stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do next. Finally, I turned and fled to my room, needing space to process the whirlwind of emotions. I can’t stop thinking about what happened. Why did my body react that way? What does this say about me? I feel like I’ve entered uncharted territory, and I’m not sure how to navigate it. This situation is messing with my head, and I need to make sense of it all.

October 27 After the vibrator incident, things between Dad and me took a turn for the explicit. He realized that the vibrator had pushed things too far, so he never brought it up again. However, that didn’t stop him from escalating our encounters in other ways. Dad started wearing thinner shorts during our dry hump sessions, ensuring that I could feel every inch of his arousal. I could sense his desire to take things further, and it both aroused and disgusted me.

During our sessions, Dad would position me just right, pressing his cockhead against my crotch and thrusting gently. With each movement, he’d push deeper, trying to penetrate my panties and create a wedgie. I could feel the heat and hardness of his length through the thin fabric, sending shivers down my spine.

As Dad held my hips, his breath hot on my neck, he’d whisper, “Imagine if this was skin on skin, baby. Just let me slide inside, and I’ll make you feel so good.” I’d feel his cock twitch and throb, and he’d deliberately grind against me as he ejaculated, his milky sperm soaking through my underwear.

I’d pull away, feeling ashamed and conflicted. But Dad would hold me tight, whispering, “Just a little more, baby. You know you want it. I can feel your wetness.” He’d never forcibly push the envelope, but he wasn’t above suggesting things. “You can pull your panties to the side, just a little,” he’d say. “Let me feel myself against you, just this once.”

I’d glance at his face, seeing the desire and anticipation in his eyes. He’d constantly test the boundaries, his fantasies becoming wilder. “Let’s take this all the way,” he’d say. “I want to feel every inch of you, baby. I know you’re curious too.” I knew I should put a stop to this, but my body betrayed me, responding to his touch despite my conflicted emotions.

I’d quickly change into fresh panties, trying to erase the evidence of our encounters. I wanted to walk away, but something kept pulling me back. It was like I was drawn to the thrill and the forbidden nature of our relationship. I told myself I could stop whenever I wanted, but deep down, I knew Dad and I were heading down a path with no turning back.

November 1 I reached out to Cassie, as she’s been acting distant lately. When we finally had a moment alone, she spilled some disturbing details about her dad. Turns out their “special hugs” have escalated into something even more explicit—Cassie is now engaging in full-on oral sex with her dad. It’s clear that her dad is taking advantage of her, and the situation has become intense and worrisome.

Cassie’s dad makes her get on her knees in his study, even when her mom is around the house. He doesn’t seem to care about the risk of getting caught, which is just reckless. Cassie described the size of his length—8 inches, thick and intimidating. She has a hard time taking him all the way, often choking and gagging as she tries to deep throat him. But he’s relentless, holding her head in place and making her continue.

He doesn’t let her spit, insisting that she swallows every drop of his seed. And let me tell you, he produces a massive load. Cassie described the taste and texture—salty, bitter, and with a creamy consistency. It’s a lot for her to handle, both physically and emotionally. When Cassie tried to plead with her dad to dial it back, he made a cryptic and lewd taunt. He said, “You should be grateful all this thick seed is going in your mouth and not in that tight little pussy of yours. Be a good girl and take it all, unless you want to go the old-fashioned way?”

Cassie is worried that soon, oral sex won’t be enough for her dad. She fears that he’s going to want to move on to full-on sex. Neither of us is on birth control, and we realize the potential consequences if things escalate further. She knows that my Dad has been ejaculating against my crotch, letting his sperm soak into my panties. We’re both concerned that if things progress, it could lead to something serious. We’re not ready for that, and the thought of it scares us.

November 3 Movie night with Dad took an unexpected and intimate turn. I knew snuggling close to him on the couch could be risky, but the temptation was too strong. I leaned my head on his shoulder, inhaling his masculine scent, my body buzzing with anticipation. I let my hand rest on his thigh, and he pulled me closer, his arm tightening around me. I felt my heart race as our bodies pressed together, a mix of desire and fear coursing through me.

Dad’s hand moved from my shoulder to my waist, pulling me into an embrace that felt both comforting and forbidden. I knew I was treading on dangerous ground, but my curiosity and longing urged me on. My fingers gently caressed the length of his hardening cock, feeling its thickness beneath his pants. He gasped, and I froze, unsure if I should continue. But he pressed himself against me, his breath hot on my neck.

I took a breath and slowly slid my hand inside his pants, feeling the soft fabric of his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around his hardness, feeling his veins throbbing. Dad whispered in my ear, his voice hoarse with desire, “You have no idea how much I want you.” I shuddered at his words, my body responding despite my fears.

His hand moved downward, slipping beneath my clothes. I gasped as he touched my bare skin, his fingers finding my wetness. I was slick with arousal, and his touch sent shocks of pleasure through me. I whispered his name, breathless, my body yearning for more. Dad’s fingers gently circled my clit, his touch light and teasing. I bit my lip to hold back a moan, not wanting to alert Mom or anyone else in the house.

But Dad shushed me, his fingers skillfully working their magic. His touch was firm yet gentle, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I felt my arousal building, my breath quickening. I could sense his desire as well, his cock twitching against my hand. Dad whispered, “Your pussy is so tight and small, baby. I can only imagine how incredible it would feel to be inside you, skin to skin.”

I felt myself getting closer, my body tensing with anticipation. Dad’s fingers continued their dance, his thumb gently rubbing my clit. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and my body convulsed with an explosive orgasm. I buried my face in his shoulder, muffling my cries of pleasure. Afterward, I pulled away, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Dad held me close, his breath ragged. He whispered, “I know this is intense, and I want more. I won’t lie, baby. I want all of you.” I felt a mix of emotions—arousal, fear, and confusion. I hesitantly acknowledged the forbidden nature of our actions. “This is wrong, Dad. What we’re doing ... it’s incest. It’s not just wrong, it’s unnatural.”

Dad held me tighter, his voice soft and persuasive. “I know, baby. I know it’s taboo, but I can’t deny how much I want you. I won’t force you, but I can’t promise I won’t try to convince you otherwise.” I felt torn, wanting to trust his words, but scared of where this could lead. “What about protection? Condoms or birth control?”

Dad shook his head, his eyes darkening with desire. “Your mom and I don’t use protection, and it would raise flags if we started now. It’s the same for you, baby. We’ve got to be careful.” He stroked my hair, his fingers gently caressing my cheek. “There’s other ways to be safe, baby. I could pull out. There’ll be safe days. I won’t put you in danger.”

I felt torn, my body responding despite my fears. “But Dad, I’m only fourteen! I’m not ready to lose my virginity.” Dad nuzzled my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “I know, sweetie. I promise to respect your boundaries. But I can’t ignore how much I want you, and I know you feel it too. We’ll take slow, little baby steps.” I closed my eyes, my body buzzing with conflicting emotions.

Dad continued, his voice a husky whisper. “Just imagine, baby. Right now, we’re cuddling like this, but instead of my fingers, you’d feel me, buried balls-deep inside you. Your pussy hugging my length, milking me, clenching around me as I thrust.” I shivered, my arousal battling my apprehension. Dad whispered, his breath hot on my neck, “Imagine how good it would feel, baby. My cock pressing deep inside you, spewing out my hot, sticky seed. Filling you up, making you feel so full and satisfied.”

As Dad whispered those words, a flash of concern crossed my mind. I thought of the dangers of unprotected sex, the horrifying image of tadpoles swimming towards my ovaries, of the potential consequences. I felt revulsion at the prospect, even as my body betrayed me, responding with arousal.

Dad sensed my conflicting emotions and placed a warm hand on my flat belly, his fingers stroking in slow circles. “I know it’s scary, baby. There are risks, but sometimes the rewards are worth it. Life is about embracing pleasure and taking chances.” He paused, his eyes holding mine. “I won’t push you beyond what you’re ready for, but I can promise I’ll always be honest about my desires. The pleasure we could share is intense, and it’s a chance to truly live in the moment.