A dilapidated farmhouse is a dark and uncanny place to be trapped with a daughter, especially one like Brianna, so focused on her studies that her sexual being has not been awoken. With the internet down she is desperate to complete her assignment, on the male organ, and dad is the only one with the resources she needs. A southern Gothic tale of forbidden love, love making and making babies.
Title: A Father, Floodwater & Daughter
Author: Lisa Smiles
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Publisher: Lisa Smiles at Lots Cave
Length: 7,812 Words
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We put the blanket behind us and I push my backside to the edge of the bench so I can undo my top button. I’m clearly more nervous than she is; I’ve never had so much trouble with a zip in my life. I don’t mind if Brianna one day mentions this to her mother, but if she goes and types it in her next text, well that’s just the limit.
“There you go: Willy.”
“Hi Willy,” she grins and comes closer.
Alright, so I’m fifty-
If there’s one thing making me a little bit nervous it is that Willy, might become Stiffy. Of course I’m glad there has been no visit from Floppy. It’s really not good though that Stiffy, who by now must be wreaking of smegma, has opened a gap in the end of my foreskin.
“So that’s flaccid, right?”
“I should hope so, Brianna!”
“Not fully though.” She has a dubious look.
“True. They get smaller when they get cold.”
“So it ought to be getting smaller now that it’s out in air.”
Well I fucking hope so, I think.
It’s five miles to the other side of this flood plain but I’m considering the remote possibility of someone in one of the houses over there having some crazy big telescope and being able to see this. And I know the sky these days is filled with satellite cameras. I wouldn’t feel guilty except for the fact that I can’t bring myself to put it away and Brianna is giving no indication that she’s finished either.
She asks, “Can you sit there while I draw it?”
“Like a life-
I guess the only thing I can do while enjoying my brief time in the naturist movement is lay back with my head on the back of this wooden swing bench, close my eyes, feel the fresh country air and listen to her scratching away in her workbook.
In the life of this old house, how many occupants have found themselves trapped?
Funnily I never even thought of that as a flood plain. I always just called it “our
view”. It’s a shame my wife has never really gotten into the vibe. I think she’s
trapped by her comforts. My step-
Of all the people, it’s this real daughter of mine who likes it out here. She can
shut herself off. Focus on her studies. Eighteen-
In a simultaneous jolt to the bench and run of feet on the old wooden decking, I’ve almost been toppled. I manage to get a foot to the floor to stop the bench tipping right over. What’s up with her? I just heard her door.
Oh god no. My jeans are undone. I’ve got an erection.
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eBook TAGS Father Daughter Incest, daddy daughter incest, innocent young girl, Virgin Sex, gentle incest, incest love story, daddy daughter romance, genital fetish