Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title : Brown Water Author : MeatBot Keywords : Incestous Thoughts, Nosex, Nasty Shit, Mf Date : 20141216 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=22389.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/BrownWater%20-%20Inc%20Mf.txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : Teen girl has tummy ache; father helps her with an enema. WARNING : THIS IS A CRAPPY STORY Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. You must be 18 or over to read this story. In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly when an under-aged person is involved with a parent or adult, often causes deep psychological damage. This story is provided for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone any sexual activity with persons under 18 in real life. These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. This story is all made up. This is a nasty fucking story. If you have a weak stomach, leave now. The more delicate of you out there might want to go to http://www.elfishki.com/ or somewhere like that. This story was conceived and written with no other intention in mind than to be disgusting. I apologize in advance, but something just makes me do stuff like this. Actually, it's not that bad, it's not as bad as some Japanese porn I've seen. If you don't like it, read something else. Don't bitch at me. You have been warned. This story is graded <SLIGHTLY DISGUSTING>. --==+==- November Dawn Ellington was a normal, ordinary girl. She lived in a normal, ordinary town in a normal, ordinary state. Everything about her was so normal and ordinary that we won't get into it. Her looks were pretty normal and ordinary, but even normal ordinary girl can be cute, and November was cute. She was fourteen, old enough to know better, and young enough to be impulsive and interested. This is the story of what happened the day her butt stopped working. It is not a pleasant story. November lived with her dad and step-mom. Her step-mom was kind of a bitch, and was so mean that November felt like Snow White sometimes. Sadly, she had no cute dwarves with funny names to cheer her up. One night for dinner her step-mom fixed her special cheese loaf. November probably ate more of it than she should have. That, and there was just some kind of bug going around. Anyway, by the next night, the poor girl was in acute distress. She moped around the house, not wanting to tell anyone what her problem was. She spent more time than ordinary in the bathroom, her dad did notice that. Apparently it didn't do her much good. Finally, a little before seven o'clock, her stepmother put on her "going out" clothes and headed for the bingo parlor. November breathed a sigh of relief. The stupid bitch would be gone until well after midnight. No matter what her problems were, life was just easier without the woman around. She finally sat on the couch, and hunched over a pillow she was holding to her stomach. Her dad regarded her with bemusement. "Are you not feeling well, Nov?" asked. She almost cried. Her tummy really hurt. "Daddy, I think I'm sick. I think I'm gonna die. My stomach hurts so bad." "Well, I'm sorry," and he was. He was a nice guy, and sympathetic. He didn't want to see his little girl suffering. "What do you think is wrong?" "I have no idea, daddy," she said. "Seriously, do you need to go to the clinic?" he said. "Probably not. But it just really hurts. Really, really hurts." "Well, your stepmother's cooking... that cheese loaf kind of plugged me up yesterday..." he said, laughing. November stopped and thought for a moment. Hmmmm. "That might be it," she said. Then she got embarrassed. "Yeah. Thinkin' that too," he said, looking at her. "Darlin'... when was the last time you pooped?" "Jeezus, Daddy..." she said, even more embarrassed. "Where does it hurt?" he asked her. She indicated her waistline, and below. "Yep," he said. "That goddammed cheese loaf. Darlin'. I know it's embarrassing. Have you pooped since yesterday?" She turned bright red. "No..." she finally said. "Nov. Try eating a few bananas. Ripe ones, only. Anything with fiber in it. You need to get things moving again." She turned a brighter red. She knew what he was talking about. "Well, if you don't by tomorrow, hell, later tonight, let me know. It's no fun, but I know what to do." --==+==- By nine o'clock November was past the embarrassed stage. She was in great pain. She needed badly to give birth, but the baby was stuck. She finally went to her dad and step-mom's bedroom. He was laying on the bed, watching TV. "Daddy," she said, almost crying. "What can I do?" "Well, darlin'..." he knew that what he was going to suggest would just totally freak her out. But it was about the only thing he knew, other that eating foods that would move things along. She probably couldn't wait for that, by now. What a funny thing the human body is, he mused. He did not have time to get all philosophical, though, she doubled over in pain. "Darlin'... you're not gonna like this, but it's the only thing I know. And, it's probably what they'd do, if we went to the emergency room. You might rather do it yourself, here at home." "What?" she was tired of talking, and wanted action. Now. "An enema. We have a water bottle and a hose in the bathroom, you just need to give yourself an enema. Flush your colon out." "Shit," her face fell. She didn't know the details, but she knew pretty much how enemas worked. It did not sound like fun, along with being majorly embarrassing. He didn't scold her for her language. He knew she was hurting. He hopped off the bed, and started towards the bathroom. He motioned her to follow, and she did, hesitantly. He rooted around in the bathroom cabinet, and finally drew out the dreaded appliance. Red rubber water bottle, five feet of hose, rounded nozzle with holes in it. The works. November's face fell even further. "Just get the water body temperature. Here, I'll do it." He twisted the knobs, and let the sink run a while, finally adjusting the hot water. He unscrewed the hose from the water bottle, and filled it, replacing the hose. He handed it to her. "Put a little vaseline on the tip is my advice. Hang the bag from the shower rail, and lay down in the tub with your butt in the air. Let all the water go in, wait as long as you can, and then... poop!" he tried to be funny, but she was in no mood for that. She looked at the device in her hand. She was not pleased at all. It would be better, she thought, to just go ahead and die than go through all that. Shoot water up my butt? That's going to help? "What does it really do?" she finally said. "Well... I suppose it loosens things, breaks things up... poop is water soluble... and I think it just pushes it over the edge, where you just have to poop. You have no choice." "Shit," she said again. "That's the idea," he said. She glared at him. She finally placed the thing on the sink. "I think I'll just go ahead an die. I don't think I can do that," she said, almost sadly. He restrained a laugh. "Darlin', it's not that hard, and not that bad. Just bend over and stick it in, gently. You can do it." "I don't think so..." she said, sighing. "November. Look at me," he said. She did. He continued. "Do you want me to do it for you?" That got her red again. She shook her head. "I'll just wait and see what happens." she finally said. They left the bathroom. --==+==- Thirty minutes later she called him, and he got back up from his bed, and followed the sound of her voice to the bathroom. She stood forlornly in the middle of the bathroom. "Daddy," she said, her lip quivering. He realized she was about to cry. "Yes, dear?" he said. "Could you... could you do it, like you said?" she said, her face bright red. "Sure," he said. "Are you sure, though? It won't embarrass you to death?" "Probably," she said, "but I'm dying anyway. It don't matter anymore." He felt sorry for her, but she secretly amused him at times. "Daddy," she said, seriously. "Can you do it without looking?" He did snort out loud, at that one. "November," he said, "didn't you hear the joke about the girl who got a cheap thrill when her cross-eyed aunt gave her an enema?" She just stared at him. She did not get the joke at all, and he didn't feel like explaining. "No," he said. "I'll have to look. But I am your father. I have seen you naked before. I've even seen your bottom, before." She squirmed. This is just fucking embarrassing, she thought. But, I'm fucking dying. So what, so fucking what. "What do I do," she said, slowly. --==+==- They had some argument about her taking her pants off, and then another about her taking her panties off. Finally, she stood before him, naked from the waist down, shyly holding her hand over her crotch. "Get in the tub, on your hands and knees," he said. "Stick your butt in the air." He thought for a minute she was going to back out. But, the pain in her gut won out. She stepped into the tub, and got down on her hands and knees. She finally put her chest down, and stuck her cute little butt up in the air. Robert Ellington was not a pervert. And, he did not harbor secret incestuous feelings for his teen-aged daughter. At least not up until this moment. But, he did have to admit, he was feeling some stirrings, now. He was thinking things that he probably shouldn't have been. And, he supposed, who wouldn't. A beautiful young girl in the prime of life, on her knees before him, her butt in the air? Who wouldn't? He got the vaseline out of the medicine cabinet, and smeared some on his finger. He transferred it to the probe end of the enemator, as he thought of the device. On impulse, he smeared some more on his fingertip. He kneeled before the bathtub, his eyes fixated on his daughter's sweet ass. "Okay, darlin', you're gonna feel me put some vaseline on you. Just hold still." She still jerked when he touched her. He smeared the vaseline into her little rosebud, and smeared it all around. She felt wonderful beneath his finger. He wanted to do it for an hour or so, but he didn't. He also wanted to stick his finger in a little ways, but he didn't do that either. "Okay, and... here it goes..." He took the probe, and positioned it directly on her asshole. "Relax, darlin'," he said, and slowly, gently began pushing it in. She made a wordless noise, and he stopped. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded. He continued. Finally four inches or so of it were in her body, well past the swollen end of it. He held it in with his fingers, resting his hand on her left buttock. Her soft, sweet left buttock. He unclipped the clip with his other hand, and held the bag high in the air. Immediately, she made a loud noise, as water flooded into her body. "Sorry," he said, laughing to himself. He hadn't had an enema in forty years, but he remembered what it felt like, as a kid. Finally, the bag was empty. He lowered it, and clipped the clip shut on it. He placed it beside the tub. "How long?" she asked. "Just as long as you can hold it, dear," he said. "I don't think I can hold it," she said. "Yes, you can. Just hold it," he said, content to kneel there, his hand on her ass. Her cute little ass. He surveyed her genitals, as he'd been doing since he first kneeled. The crack of her cunt was in full view to him. He really wished he could see her clit, but he had accept that he couldn't. Ordinarily, he thought, I wouldn't even get to see this much. He wanted to touch her so bad he could taste it, almost. He looked at her head, which was facing away from him, pointing at the end of the tub. She hadn't seemed to dare look at him since she'd pulled her panties off. He leaned forward slowly, and put his head down towards her butt, and gently drew air through his nose, trying to smell her cunt. To his great satisfaction, he smelled pussy, and he leaned back, content. I just sniffed my daughter's fabulous cunt, he thought. I can die happy, now. She had grown up nicely, he thought. Her cunt lips were a delicate shade of pink, and so kissable, he thought. A light layer of peach fuzz covered them. He hungered to feel that tickling his nose. He knew this was as close as he'd ever dare to come, though. And this was so much more than he'd gotten before. Before, hell. He'd never thought of her this way, before. He'd never dared. He thanked heaven and his stupid bitch wife for that goddammed cheese loaf. Finally, she just couldn't take any more. "Daddy... I'm about to lose it..." she said, and he could hear the tears in her voice. He gently began removing the probe from her asshole, sorry to have to give this all up. He knew there was no longer a reason for him to even be in the room, after it came out. Finally, it popped out of her body. She shrieked as a stream of brown water squirted out of her ass, and ran down the bathtub drain. "It's okay, it wasn't that much," he said. "But I felt it on my leg," she said. "Shit. Fuck. Shit." "Get on the pot, darlin'," he said, laughing, and she raised her body up. He gave her his hand and helped her stand. She carefully exited the tub, and sat on the toilet. She didn't even try to hide her pussy, this time, and he got a good glimpse of it as he stood over her. "Let 'er rip," he said, and she gave him "the look", again. A splash followed, and the room filled with the scent of fresh shit. "Oh, ugh," she said, embarrassed. "Darlin'," he said, content to stand there and stare down at her cute little pussy. "Don't freak. Everybody's shit stinks. Even mine, believe it or not." "I know, I've been in the bathroom after you," she said, holding her nose theatrically. He took a towel from the rack, and squatted before her. "Stick your legs out," he said, and she stuck one of them out. He wiped it, and then she stuck out the other. He wiped her legs, his head down, but his eyes were glued to her fabulous pussy. Her legs were spread a foot at the knees, and she wasn't exactly wide open for him, but it was enough. Way more than enough. He knew he'd remember the sight forever. He ran the towel up her inner thigh, stopping less than three inches from heaven. She didn't seem to even notice. He longed to bump her cunt lips with his knuckles, but he restrained himself. "You might want to take a shower when you're done there," he said, and turned away, preparing to leave the room. Just being inches away from her naked pussy had been enough for him. It was a good ending of his little adventure. Thank god for cheese loaf, he thought again. "Do you feel better now?" he asked, and she nodded. "Much." she said, "Daddy. Thank you. I'm sorry, and thank you." "Don't be sorry," he said. "It wasn't your fault. I'll bitch-slap your step-mom on the ass for you tonight when I'm doin' her. She won't know what it's for." "Too much information, Daddy," she said, finally laughing. He left the room, closing the door. Party's over, he thought. Yeah, though. Hafta compliment Celeste on her cheese loaf. Tell her to make it again, any time. --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. THANKS FOR READING. http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255