1. Awakening


    Date: 12/1/2016, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, First Time, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Author: theloneliest, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    exclaim, immediately regretting my decision to raise my voice. “You’re my daughter, of course I knew,” he snorts. I bring my fingers up to my temples and start to massage. Showing a little concern he ask, “Wow, you really hit the bottle hard last night. Here, I anticipated this.” He hands me a red with hints of green smoothie. “What is this?” I ask. “It’s a mix of tomatoes and spinach with a couple other ingredients… just drink up. I take a sip and although it tastes a little weird it doesn’t taste bad. “How is it?” he asks. “It’s actually kind of good,” I say as I take another sip. The toaster pops up two golden pieces of bread and my dad grabs them placing one on each plate. He then pulls a pan off the stove and scoops up a serving of scrambled eggs to each plate then sets one in front of me. I shoot him a smile, “You always take such good care of me.” I can see that he’s struggling with something and he turns to his plate and takes a big bite of toast. I spread some butter on mine and begin picking at my eggs. “I do try… aaand last night you were, well, what do you remember from last night?” I have a mouthful of food and slow down my chewing to buy time. What should I say? He was obviously embarrassed last night and now I’m starting to second guess what I was even trying to accomplish. I mean what would I have done if he actually tried something? Would I have followed through… I had a couple of opportunities myself and I backed out last second each time. I swallow my food ...
    and wash it down with the smoothie. “Well, I remember sitting by the fire, drinking wine, and eating cheese… then I went to the bathroom… I came back and then…” I pause and act like I’m trying to recall what happened, “Then I don’t really remember, I don’t even recall how I got to bed little alone undressed.” His brow furrows, was the bit about being undressed too much? “Hmm,” he nods, drinking the last of his smoothie, “well, you passed out on me and I carried you to your room per usual. Then, umm, well I didn’t realize you didn’t have any underwear on and I pulled your socks and pants off for you, I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t know.” “That’s fine, dad, really. It doesn’t bother me if you see me naked.” He tries his best to keep a poker face and asks, “Okay, well, I just didn’t want to…i-is that a new thing or is that similar to how you prefer to go topless?” I pucker my lips and squint a little, “Meh, I suppose it all kind of started around the same time…I sorta like to wear as little clothes as possible. Does that make you uncomfortable daddy?” “No, you know what, at first, I’ll admit, you going topless wasss…a little distracting for me but now I’m fine with it.” “M’kay, I’m happy that you are actually okay with it instead of just pretending.” We finished out the day at a pretty lackadaisical pace since we both felt washed out. Dad settled for just giving me my reading assignments and said that we’ll have to make up 30 minutes a day in the following week. There are plenty of ...
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