("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- How Did It Happen? - 1 by Naughtydj (naughtydj69@gmail.com) *** Dad comforts daughter. (M/F-teen, inc, voy) *** PART 1: The Beginning I can't tell you exactly when it started to happen, or even how. Certainly not why. Abby was 18 when I first noticed it. I'd never even thought about my daughter in a sexual way before then. Yes I'd seen her wearing shorter and shorter skirts as she became older, even telling her to get changed on a few occasions, the way most fathers will. I think the first time I became truly aware was one time where we were horsing around. Abby can be a bit of a tomboy from time to time, even though she's actually very girly, and dresses girly too. I forget how it started but I started to tickle her one afternoon, she dissolved into fits of laughter and slid to the floor, I went down with her tickling more, but I stopped for a brief moment, in which time she managed to wrap her long legs around my waist and rolled me over. She then placed both of her knees on my outstretched arms, trapping me on my back. She had on a thigh length skirt which had ridden up to crotch level and I could do nothing but speechlessly look up at her knickers stretched tight against her mound, no more than 6 inches from my face. She was breathing deeply from the exertion and the tickling that I had given her, and she looked down on me pleased that she had turned the tables on her old dad with a little smirk on her face. Feeling a little uncomfortable about it I told her that I surrender, at which point she gave a light laugh and said not so easy. She pushed her knees forward a little sending jolts of pain through my arms and I grunted. As she did this her crotch closed the distance to my face until it was only a couple of inches away. She was so close that I even though I could smell her scent. The only thing I could really now see, in extreme close up, was her thin knickers, no wait, thong and strong toned thighs. Abby was obviously getting off on the power she had over me, her dad, but I didn't realise how much until I thought I saw a small damp patch appear in her panties. It was too much for me and I called a halt sternly. Abby knew where to draw the line and got off me, but she laughed lightly again and play punched me on the arm, telling me that I was getting old. She ran off, leaving me a little bewildered as to what had just happened. But as the days wore on I couldn't get the image out of my head, Abby showed no signs that it was anything other than a little bit of innocent fun, not realising that she had nearly ground her damp pussy against her father's face. But from then on I did start to notice that she was less careful when she was sitting or bending down. It seemed that I would always look up, only to be able to see straight up her skirt. Or she would bend in front of me and I would get an eyeful of deep cleavage. Abby had taken after her mother and had developed a larger bust. I guess at 18 she was already a C cup, my wife was a Double D. But Abby never gave any hint that it was anything other than an accident. I on the other hand began to feel tortured. I began to have dreams about my own daughter, sometimes strange dreams, other times full blown explicit dreams. Although I had no intentions of ever acting these dreams out, and I even resolved to never consciously had these fantasies. But the dreams persisted, and after a while I even found myself drifting off during sex with my wife, catching myself fantasising about fucking Abby, as they were both very similar. Apart from regular flashes of her panties and one time where I walked in on her in the shower (she was slow to cover herself, but she did, without making it obvious), nothing happened. That was until however one summer about 3 months after her 19th birthday. My wife had been taken into hospital, thankfully it wasn't anything serious, but they wanted to keep her in for a few days. Abby is one of those people that worries and she was a bit fraught. The first night that my wife was in hospital Abby came to my bedroom after I had gotten into bed. She was dressed in a short nightly, not really a negligee, but it was still fairly sexy, only just covering her bum. I normally sleep naked and I could feel my cock stir. Abby asked if she could sit with me for a while as she couldn't sleep thinking about her mum in hospital. As she climbed onto the bed I got a flash of her knickers, which sent a rush of blood to my penis. But I put those thoughts aside and I calmed and soothed her, giving her a hug telling her it would be alright and going over everything again. Abby looked at me and asked if she could sleep in with me. As parents both my wife and I had discouraged that sort of thing when she was younger, but she pleaded with me and I told her to climb in, joking that she had better not snore, as I had enough of that from her mum. That raised a smile from her as she turned her back to me and started to spoon me for comfort. As she snuggled back into me I realsied that my cock was still hard, but before I could do anything about it, it slid between the crease of her bottom and nuzzled against her mound. She gasped and in a quiet voice she asked me what that was. I jerked back embarrassed, stammering an apology and some half-baked excuse, I threw the covers off and grabbed a pair of shorts, my back to her. As I was struggling to put them on I felt her hand on my back, she laughed a little and told me it was OK. I slid back into bed and she grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her, once again turning her back to me spooning up to me. I could tell she had a smile on her face as her voice had laughter in it as she said let's just go to sleep. Soon she was breathing deep, but I took me longer to get to sleep. Eventually I did and I started to have an extremely explicit dream about my not so little anymore Abby. I don't know what time I woke up, but I was very groggy. I'd kicked my covers off and I was lying flat on my back. My cock was rigid and half out of the top of my shorts, I was about to snatch the covers back over myself when I heard the heavily breathing next to me. I stole a glance slowly still pretending to be asleep (I don't know why I did this). Abby was on her side facing me, her eyes were wide open and they were fixated on my shaft. She was biting one hand, and the other was wedged between her thighs. I could just make out small movements from the hand, and as my eyes became more accustomed to the gloom I could see that her fingers were inside her knickers. My cock instantly jerked, and I heard a low gasp or a groan, I'm not sure which. She looked up at my face and saw me looking back. It was her turn to be embarrassed now and she paled and jerked her hand from between her thighs. She looked mortified that I'd caught her masturbating, and she began to cry. I soothed her and brought her to me, hugging her close. After she had calmed down we talked about the whole thing and the night just got a whole load weirder. She told me that she'd never seen one before, not a real one anyway. She said she'd found my porn stash years ago on my computer. She told me that she was seeing a boy at college, she liked him a lot, but that he was getting pressure from his mates and she was getting pressure from her friends to have sex. She blurted out that she was scared and didn't know how and what to do. I felt my cock getting hard again, and it pressed against her thigh. She looked up at me, I shrugged an apology, but rather than sending her back to her own bed I said she could look at mine for a while if she wanted, given that she'd seen it before I didn't see much sense in being shy now. She reached her hand down and pushed my shorts out of the way, whilst doing so her hand brushed my shaft making it twitch. "I'm sorry," she gasped, thinking that she'd hurt me or something, I soothed her again and told her it was OK, I said that it normally feels very good when someone else touches it. I didn't necessarily mean that she should, but she took it as a green light and bushed her fingers against it again, making me moan. Abby started to relax and started to ask loads of questions about sex, does it hurt? Is it as good as they say it is? I gave it to her straight and told her that the first time will probably hurt, but it will get much better the second, third and it could be great, but only if it's right. All the while her eyes were fixed to my cock as her fingers brushed up and down the shaft. Suddenly she asked, "What turns a man on dad?" I laughed a little and told her that everyone was different, but most men were very visual, they liked to see leg and cleavage. I told her that personally I loved to see up a girls skirt, seeing that flash of panties was a massive turn on for me and that I was an 'arse man', loving it when a girl bent over. Abby giggles and shot up back to me and got on all fours next to me, her arse pointing at me, "Like this!?" she asked innocently looking back over her shoulder at me. A little grunt involuntarily came from my lips as I got a perfect view of her arse up close. The material of her full cut panties stretched taught. I could make out the shape of her pussy perfectly, and I could see a large wet spot the material becoming slightly translucent. My cock seemed to grow, I'm not sure why (thinking back anyway) but I felt lust taking over and I grasped my cock, pushing a bead of pre-cum from the tip. Abby gasped deeply and whispered "Shit dad that really does turn you on!" She watched me playing with my cock and wiggled her arse at me and I started to wank my cock openly now. She watched open mouthed and breathed "Is that how boys do it daddy?" "Uh huh" I could only reply. "Can I try?" she asked still watching me. By this point I was so damn horny that I really didn't care that this was my daughter asking to wank me off, I didn't answer immediately however but she reached across and put her hand over mine getting the rhythm and I removed my hand, hers immediately took over copying what I had done. It felt amazing, her hands her so soft and gentle as she stroked my shaft getting a feel for it. I noticed that her legs had parted a little and the damp spot on her panties was much larger. The material was nearing transparent and I could make out her pussy more clearly now, my eyes having fully adjusted to the darkened room. Seeing this a groan escaped from my lips, and Abby looked back at me, her lips slightly parted and her eyes heavy with lust. "Dad, will you teach me how to do it? Will you teach me how to please a man?" Her hand continued to stroke up and down lightly and my mind was blurred, "What do you want to know?" I heard myself say. "Everything," she breathed. To be continued... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 73