("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Our First Step by Flinders (address withheld) *** It all went as planned I hope? We'll see in nine months if we are lucky or not. (MF, inc, rom) *** 14 February 2005: Valentines Day No entries were made between 10 February until today. I'll arrive back home on Friday having spent the previous days discussing the most amazing stuff with Dad. Monday was spent drinking G&Ts to fortify my nerve to explore some major issues in my childhood. I wanted to know about several important things that have given me great enjoyment, anger and concerns since I was very young. Now five days later I am full of enjoyment, utterly fearful of the future and still concerned about other factors. But one thing I am sure about, that in these last few days I have been totally absorbed in one of my longest sought after and wantoned desires. I was trying to make a baby by busy putting large amounts of my Dad's sperm inside me. I am absolutely euphoric about it and frightened at the same time. I want to be pregnant with Dad's baby but I'm scared to death something will go wrong. I did plan to seduce him on purpose after all, yet when he asked me if I would let him impregnate me I was really surprised, speechless actually. I think he knew I'd say yes, especially when I was so excited. Luckily I was ovulating - I think! I enjoyed the whole mutual seduction more than anything else I have ever done. I am presently sitting on an early morning Qantus flight back to Canberra and just starting to feel this morning's sperm slowly seep from my vagina. I am still amazed that it was so easy to fuck my Dad and that he accepted my offer so completely. "Dad would you fuck me?" "Delighted, can I impregnate you too?" pause, then; "I guess so." "That's marvellous!" So much for an in depth discussion in regard to Baby- Making 101. It was after I told him that I was ovulating that he really understood my proposition and motivation. If having enough sperm in my uterus is the chief factor making you pregnant then I truly believe we more than met that requirement. When I counted I found that Dad had put nine ejaculations inside my vagina and two others I simply sipped on for nutrient reasons. If Dad's ejaculates are normal at 3-5mls per ejaculation than 35 to 45mls of sperm have passed through my cervix hopefully to reach my uterus in good condition. We certainly tried to make the way easy for them. This all sounds so clinical but Dad said his sperm count was still about 120 to 130 millions per ml. That means that Dad put over 21 billion sperm in me to find just one egg. I'm exhausted, tender and yes elated from accepting all those little buggers. On Saturday we bought a diaphragm to put over my cervix to trap the sperm inside me. Clearly, we put too much in me because I am leaking right now. Talk about being anal! I thank we did everything possible to conceive this weekend. I must admit that I really like being fertilised. I keep waiting for something to happen, a feeling or something inside my belly that would indicate that we were making a good start. But logically I know I will have no such thing for many months. I figure I was releasing my egg on Tuesday so it could be next Monday before it is all lost through my cervix. If the sperm can last 3-4 days I will have the little buggers swimming around inside me until next Friday. I just amazed that they are the same ones that made me 35 years ago. I can't understand how having my father's sperm inside me is so important to me. I love the whole thing even if the society I live in is not too excited about a baby being conceived between a father and his daughter. Wow our kid is an incestuous bastard - fantastic! There I said it, I'm going to make an incestuous baby and it's exactly what I've wanted to do since I was 12. Slow but persistent, I always say. Well I'll deal with this issue later. Why do I feel like this? I guess the idea has always been in my psyche as a constant but all mixed up with other stuff when I was growing up. I was never sure that my ideas about Dad was real or just my imagination - well surprise babe - you were right like or not. The plane is starting to land so I'll try and continue later. Saturday: 15 February 2005 Wow, what an entry! I guess I will never be able to show this journal to anyone moral. I have not removed the diaphragm yet. I have decided to leave in until I am sure that all of Dad's sperm are no longer capable of fertilising me. They say in proper conditions that four days is possible. After that the sperm are too damaged. That means I will wait to douche on Wednesday night. I will need to wait another two weeks to test myself to see if I "take", what a silly word? I think I'd like being "knocked up" better. I plan to buy the pregnancy test tomorrow anyway. I want to tell someone but I am too afraid of they're response. I'm not sure whether I want people to know that I'm pregnant or that I'm having my father's child. I'm afraid I really want them to know that I have purposely committed incest again and I probably won't ever stop again because I liked it. I think I'll tell Bernadette, she would expect it even if she didn't understand it. I could test her reaction - "Hey Bernadette, guess what? I just fucked my Dad so he could knock me up. Isn't that great?" Oh God, what if I'm not? I never thought about it. That would be terrible! I really want this rug rat. I need to relax and calm down and let it all happen naturally right? Talk about silly. Happen naturally, wow that is an unlike expression for being impregnated by your father. I don't think this is actually natural in any way. In fact it's pretty kinky to say the least. I'm pretty excited. I hope I'm not disappointed. I need to go to bed - well actually to rub my clit off my cunt really. Good night. Sunday: 16 February 2005 I can't calm down. I guess I have wanted this situation for so long I can't stop grinning about it. I want to stay open, soft and wet. Last night I orgasmed so fast and big - lots of wetness and good contractions - I am still exhausted. As I relaxed I was thinking about all the fucking time I have wasted. Dad and I could have been fucking for years now. Why was I brave enough to start then but not get serious until now? I tried to trace back to my desires and could only go back to one weird night in 1982 in the Sibyl Ave house when I watched Dad slowly masturbate as we watched a movie on TV very late at night. I remember Dad was sitting on the floor behind me in the dark rubbing his penis up and down for a long time. Even though he was quiet I could hear the squishy sounds and a little time later I could smell the odour of his sperm. I was so excited I wet myself. Later as he was still stoking himself he moaned the called to me. I was so excited I was afraid to answer. He called again asking me to get some tissues for him. I went and got some and handed him the tissue box. I remembered the odour of his sperm was so strong and as he took the box I notice the mass of creamy goo on his hand and knew it was his sperm. I stood there watching as he carefully wiped up the goo from his penis and hands. Seconds later he said that he was sorry about the accident saying; "I guess I got too excited and squirted. It just happens sometimes". I was speechless and just nodded in agreement - I guess. After he cleaned up he went to the bathroom then to bed leaving me alone with a lot of exciting insights into my father, me and the whole new-world. I ended up staying up the remainder of the night too. I was too disturbed to sleep. The next episode I can remember was when we were wrestling after school. We had been doing acrobatics before where I would stand on his hands and he would lift me up. I was asked to take off my knickers so they would not get dirty but I knew that Dad liked to look at my pussy when he was holding me up. I liked it that he really enjoyed my pussy so I always removed them. He started to pet me and rub me between my legs and over my pussy. I liked this play too and would race home to get myself touched. Once he put his hand inside his underwear and got some of his sperm and then rubbed it into my pussy. I know it was his sperm because of the odour. It made me real slippery and it felt nice. We started talking about masturbation and then about sex generally. I was always enjoying the afternoons especially when he would pet me using his fingers coated with his sperm. It was not too long after this that I was enjoying being masturbated after school almost daily when he was home. It was a great feeling and I enjoyed it even though I was sure that we should not be doing it. I don't know how long after that when I turned 12 or was about to turn 12 when Dad let me masturbate him. It was neat when I made him squirt. I remember stroking him when he asked was I going to make him squirt? I didn't know what to say when he said that it would be nice if I did. Later he told me he was going to squirt his sperm and was it ok with me. I was surprised and of cause it was. Seconds later he asked if I'm ready and before I could say anything a big glob of creamy sperm popped out of his penis and into the air. It went more than two feet into the air before falling back on his penis, my hand and the carpet. Immediately several more globs popped out while Dad said for me to keep stroking him. "Don't stop until I am empty", he quietly said. After a few seconds he was empty and asking to stop because "I can't stand it any more Jess". I stopped and looked at the mess he made. I remember I was impressed that it would only take this sperm to make a baby. Shit its 3 thirty in the morning. Monday: 17 February 2005 Well I took the diaphragm out and let my cunt drain. Not much came out. I wonder where all went? I lightly douched and showered. I feel good and plan to spend the week carefully assessing the situation. I still need to have a confidant to talk to, but who?. I haven't figured out how to do that yet. Do I limit the discussion to my being pregnant or do I tell them the whole story? I am quite composed with the experience so far. I am fascinated that I have no regrets - none at all. I am no less excited by being an incestuous lover than having then decided to be a mother at the same time. I'm going to call him Ian. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 60