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American Daughter
by Your Ghost (Ilikeknives@msn.com)

***

Jane Burnham from the film "American Beauty" finds a 
solution to her problems with her mom, her dad, and her 
slutty best friend Angela. (M+/f-teen, inc, oral, 
movie-parody)

***

I just couldn't believe it. My life had gone beyond 
miserable and was now venturing out into the fucking 
Outer Limits of Despair. My dad was a loser, my mom was 
a money hungry shrew, and my best friend was a total 
slut, and that was all just for starters. It got worse. 

I also had to worry about Rickey, the guy next door, 
who was strange and kept spying on me and filming me 
with his video camera, which would have simply prompted 
a call to the police except that I'd somehow fallen in 
love with him. 

Then slept with him. And to top it all off, my dad had 
a hard on for my best friend, who in turn apparently 
thought he was a total hottie. It was all just too 
bizarre for words. And there didn't seem to be any way 
out, no way to fight back.

I was lying on my bed, watching Lizzie McGuire on my TV 
and trying not to think too much about my problems. 
Lizzie and Miranda were all nervous about buying their 
first bras, which was almost a joke since neither of 
them had much up top to provide support for. Of course, 
that wasn't the joke in the show; the joke in the show 
was that they still needed their moms for some things, 
they just didn't know it. Lizzie was children's 
programming, after all.

I remembered when I'd had to go shopping for my first 
bra. I eleven years old then and already needed a B 
cup. I had big tits even then, and they'd just gotten 
bigger and bigger over the last four years. I was a D 
cup now, close to double D. But my tits weren't 
unsightly like a lot of them are when they get that 
size; they were still firm and supple. At least I had 
one thing to be thankful for.

Maybe that was why my mom had slapped me. She'd been 
getting on my case, calling me an ungrateful bitch and 
all that, then she'd changed her tactics and started 
getting all weepy, and I'd smarted off to her. Slapped 
me right in the face.

On the TV screen Lizzie and Miranda were looking 
sheepish and making things up with Lizzie's mom. Lizzie 
and Miranda. Cute girls. I could easily see them 
falling in love, having hot lesbian sex in Lizzie's 
bedroom in the middle of the night. Not a bad thing to 
keep in mind for tonight's shower. I usually didn't 
think about stuff like that, but every once in a while 
I had my temporary gay moments.

Did my mom slap me because I didn't get along with her 
and Dad the way I was supposed to, or because I had the 
killer bod she wished she had? Because I was young and 
beautiful and she wasn't anymore? It didn't matter. 
That slap in the face was going to cost her. I just had 
to figure out how.

Lizzie McGuire was over and I grabbed the remote from 
my nightstand and clicked the TV off, then got up. I 
was hungry, I needed a late night snack. I started for 
the door, but stopped when I caught my reflection in 
the mirror on my bedroom door. I wasn't wearing a whole 
lot; just a pair of pajama bottoms and a blank white 
tank-top, which was so snug you could see not only the 
total outline of my tits but my nipples too. 

I thought about putting something on over my chest, 
partly because I knew Mom would flip out but also 
because I didn't want to be half naked in front of my 
dad. I was lazy, though, and in a pissy enough mood 
that I decided it didn't matter.

Calling me a bitch. She was the bitch. She was the one 
who deserved to get slapped. Slapped down by her much 
better looking daughter.

Dad was in the living room when I went through, sitting 
in his chair and watching America's Most Wanted. He 
didn't look up when I went by and I didn't say 
anything. I went into the kitchen to the fridge and 
took out stuff to make a sandwich, then got a knife 
from the drawer.

Dad, I thought as I spread mayonnaise on bread. What 
was his problem? Acting all goofy and horny around 
Angela. Lots of guys did that, of course, she was 
beautiful and, according to her own account, a total 
slut, but those guys were usually at least close to our 
age. Dad was forty. He was old. And he was my dad.

I finished with the mayonnaise and took it back to the 
fridge, got out the lettuce and tomato slices and ham, 
took it all back to the counter and began building.

Naturally, Angela didn't make it any easier. She 
thought it was cute. Hell, she thought he was cute.

"If he built up his chest and arms, I would totally 
fuck him," she'd told me one night. I'd covered my ears 
after that because she was enjoying grossing me out, 
but she kept going. "I would suck your dad's big fat 
dick, and then I would fuck him till his eyes rolled 
back in his head."

And she thought Rickey was a psycho.

The sandwich was finished. I put everything away, 
washed the knife and set it in the drainer, then got a 
soda and carried my sandwich out to the living room. 
Dad was still in his chair, watching some dumb 
commercial like it was an Academy Award winning film. I 
sat on the sofa and he immediately said, "Be careful 
with the food, sweetheart. You know how much your mom 
values that couch."

My first impulse was to smart off to him, but instead I 
said, "Yeah, I know. She loves it more than she loves 
us."

Dad was silent for a few moments, then he started to 
laugh softly. I set my soda on the end table between us 
and started in on my sandwich while John Walsh wrapped 
up his show on TV. As I ate I thought about Angela and 
what she'd said, how messed up it was, how messed up 
she was, and not just because she wanted to do it with 
my dad.

She wanted to do it with my dad, and that just wasn't 
fair. It was hard enough getting his attention, and it 
had been a long time since he'd shown me any kind of 
real affection, but now that Angela was in the picture 
it was like I didn't exist anymore, for either one of 
them. In a way, though, I didn't blame my dad. After 
all, look at the monster he was married to. Why 
wouldn't he go for somebody younger and lots more 
beautiful?

Somebody younger and more beautiful....

I looked at my dad. He was staring at the TV, but he 
had that glassy look in his eyes, like he was off on 
another world. Usually that meant he was thinking about 
work, but I figured this time it wasn't work that was 
on his mind. I glanced down at his crotch (one of the 
first times I'd ever done that) and saw that, yeah, 
there was something going on down there. He was 
thinking about her. Probably fantasizing her sucking on 
his "big fat dick."

I could see it too: Angela on her knees and Dad holding 
her by her gorgeous blonde hair and shoving his cock 
into her mouth; her hands tied behind her back and her 
cheerleader uniform in shreds. And once he was done 
coming in her mouth he'd start beating the shit out of 
her. And he'd let me help.

"Whatcha thinkin about, Dad?" I asked.

"Hmm?" Dad said, snapping back to reality. "Oh, 
nothing, sweetheart."

Which meant, of course, that he was thinking about 
something. Otherwise he would have started spouting off 
about his dumb job.

"Angela might be spending the night this Friday," I 
said.

"Oh really?"

Not really, but now I had his full attention.

I leaned toward him, pushing my tits out a little bit. 
He noticed, too, though he tried to pretend he didn't.

"Yeah, she gets thing in her head," I said, unsure of 
just exactly what I was saying. "You know, she wants to 
spend time with me, like, constantly. Always asking if 
she could come over, spend the night, all that crap."

Dad appeared to think about this for a minute, then 
said, "Well, sweetheart, you two are friends. It's only 
natural that you would spend time together."

"There's nothing natural about it, Dad." I waited one 
beat. "Tell you truth, I think she has a crush on you."

Dad laughed, trying to make it sound real, but I knew 
I'd just made his cock about three times as hard. Hell, 
he might even be spraying his shorts.

"That's-I don't-no, sweetheart, she's far too 
young...for, well, that kind of thing."

"No, she's not," I giggled. "Dad, she's a total slut. 
She'd sleep with...." I tried to think of somebody 
rabidly ugly, but my mind was a sudden blank, "....me, 
if I had a dick." I forced a laugh, but I made it sound 
authentic. "Wouldn't that be a kick in the head? If you 
happened to come into my room and found the two of us 
together, doing some crazy lesbian shit?"

Dad wrinkled his brow, seeming confused, but I could 
tell he was trying hard to imagine that very thing. 
God, he was such a fake. He hardly deserved what was up 
my sleeve.

"What would you do, Dad?" I asked. "Would you go for 
it?"

"Go for it?" Dad replied, still feigning confusion. "Go 
for what?"

"You know. Would you shove me out of the way and jump 
on her? Have your way with her?"

Dad shook his head and said, "Oh come on, now, 
sweetheart. I couldn't do something like that. Angela's 
just a girl, she's only, what? Fifteen?"

I giggled again.

"Yeah, right. I know you're hot for her, Dad. You'd do 
her in a heartbeat if you thought you could. Which, 
actually, you probably can." Dad continued to shake his 
head, but he didn't reply. I waited another moment or 
two, then lowered my voice. "What about me?"

He furrowed his brow again, and this time he really did 
look confused.

"What do mean?"

I swallowed and looked down in my lap and said, "Would 
you....you know....want to have your way with me? 
Instead of her?"

"Oh, Janie," Dad said. He sounded sad, which surprised 
me. "I could never hurt you that way. You're my 
daughter, and I love you too much to take advantage of 
you like that."

"I didn't ask you if you would," I said. "I asked you 
if you would want to."

Dad sighed and sat back in his chair.

"No, of course not. I don't think about you that way. 
But okay, I get your point. I admit it, I'm attracted 
to your friend, and I would go to bed with her if I had 
the chance. But no, Janie, I don't have those kinds of 
feelings for you."

Jesus, he was dense. The guy just did not get it. But 
that was okay. I had a plan for that, too.

On the TV the news was just starting. Tales of disaster 
and death that I was sure my dad could do without. I 
got up from the sofa and stood in front of him, 
blocking his view.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" he asked. At least he 
didn't try to look around me.

I didn't answer. Instead I simply took hold of the 
bottom of my tank-top and pulled it up over my head, 
then dropped it on the floor and stood there, my hands 
at my sides. Totally topless.

My dad's eyes couldn't help but zero in on my tits. I 
felt them touching me, almost like hands, as his 
eyebrows went up and his mouth dropped open and he 
said, "Wow."

I thought about saying, "You wanna touch?" like 
Brittany Murphy in Don't Say A Word, but I was a little 
scared now and didn't say anything. I just kept 
standing there, and Dad slowly got up from his chair. 
He stood in front of me and I looked up into his eyes, 
but he wasn't looking down into mine. His eyes were 
still locked onto my chest, with this look like he was 
seeing one of the most awesome things he'd ever seen in 
his life. 

Or two of the most awesome things. I felt totally 
creeped out, but I felt flattered too. I mean, yeah, he 
could get the chance to be in this same kind of 
position with Angela, and no doubt he'd be looking at 
her the same way, but we both knew that I was a much 
more rare opportunity. I was his daughter.

I saw his arms moving with my peripheral vision, then I 
felt his hands touching me. Just touching at first, 
then pressing, then squeezing and fondling. I held my 
breath, not sure what to do at this point. Should I 
touch him too? Talk sexy to him? Pretend to be the 
reluctant molested little girl? Tell him why I was 
doing this? Did he even care? I looked at his eyes, 
which were focused on my tits like radar, and I got my 
answer: he couldn't have cared less.

I would suck your dad's big fat dick, and then I would 
fuck him till his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Do you want me to suck your cock?" I heard myself 
saying.

"Yes," Daddy replied, so low that I almost couldn't 
hear him.

Well, okay. Guess I was gonna have to do that, then.

I got down onto my knees (my dad's hands reluctantly 
slipping away from my tits) and undid the fly on his 
pants, then reached inside. I didn't shut my eyes or 
anything, but I did kind of shut off my mind, just went 
through the motions. I'd given a couple guys head 
before (the last one being Rickey just a few nights 
ago), so it wasn't like I was experiencing anything 
new. It was easy just to pretend that this wasn't 
really my daddy, this was just some old guy I decided 
to take pity on.

I fished in his boxers for a second until I found his 
dick, then pulled it out into the open. It was hard as 
a rock, naturally, but it was smaller than I expected. 
Certainly not the "big fat dick" Angela dreamed about. 
I felt strangely embarrassed for him as I looked at it, 
held it and stroked it lightly with my fingers. I 
thought about how Mom had been his high school 
sweetheart, how she'd been the only woman he'd ever 
been with, and how that meant that he'd probably never 
had his dick sucked even one time in his entire life. 
The thought made me smile; by the time I was finished 
with him, Dad would consider Angela just a dumb ditzy 
cunt. And he might never even look at Mom again.

I opened my mouth and brought it down on the end of his 
cock. Dad immediately moaned like it was the best thing 
he'd ever felt (it probably was), and he put his hands 
on top of my head. I could tell by the way he did that 
that he wanted to hold me in place and fuck my mouth, 
and it kind of turned me on a little.

I liked it when guys did that to me, although so far 
only one guy had actually done it, a black guy I went 
out with one time. He'd held me by my ponytail and 
jammed his cock into my mouth, just about choking me to 
death before he came. But Dad didn't do anything like 
that, he just played with my hair and kept moaning, and 
I held him at the base of his cock and sucked him off, 
slowly and lovingly. 

I pulled out all the stops, too. In addition to sucking 
him, I licked him all over the head and up and down the 
shaft, licked and sucked on his balls. And his cock was 
small enough that it was easy for me to deep throat him 
too; I took the whole thing into my mouth, the head 
kind of crowding my throat a little bit and his pubic 
hair in my nose. I kept it like that for maybe ten 
seconds, not moving but just holding him in my mouth, 
using my fingers to play with his balls at the same 
time, and he really liked that.

"Jesus, Janie," Dad said, his voice low and filled with 
wonder, "where did you learn to do that?"

I didn't answer. I just kept sucking on him, stroking 
him now as I moved my mouth up and down on his cock, 
and in a few more moments he came. His sperm squirted 
over my tongue and to the back of my throat, and 
although I told myself I wasn't going to swallow, I did 
anyway. I had to force myself not to grimace or gag, 
but I got it all down, and as soon as he was done Dad 
pulled his cock out of my mouth and took a step back.

"Wow," he said as I reached for my soda, "Janie, 
sweetheart, that was absolutely amazing."

I took a drink of my soda, swirled it around in my 
mouth, then swallowed and said, "Yeah, well, I'm an 
amazing girl." I had to take another drink of soda.

I was still on my knees and Dad got down on his too, 
looked deep into my eyes. It was weird; I'd never 
thought my dad capable of looking at someone like that, 
like he was totally captivated by another human being, 
enthralled with the reality of someone besides himself. 
Like he was in love.

He touched my hair, then my cheek, then he leaned 
closer and kissed my lips. I didn't kiss him back. He 
looked into my eyes again, and now he was starting to 
creep me out.

"You are so beautiful," he said.

"More beautiful than Angela?" I asked, immediately 
hating myself for asking such a weak question.

"Yes," Dad replied. "Janie, you're the most beautiful, 
most wonderful girl in the entire world. And I'm not 
saying that because of what just happened. I've always 
felt that way about you. You're my little girl."

I managed not to roll my eyes at that one. He still 
didn't get it, even now when I had the remnants of a 
load of his come in my mouth. I didn't want to be his 
little girl. I told myself that he probably didn't mean 
it that way, that no matter what I did he would always 
refer to me that way, his little girl, his baby. It was 
just a term of endearment, a special name just for me 
and nobody else. 

Then again, maybe he dug little girls. Maybe he used to 
think about me while he was whacking off when I was 
seven. I didn't know, and I didn't have the energy to 
explore the issue. I had to be satisfied with the fact 
that he was looking at me with those worshipful puppy 
dog eyes, it was me that he wanted now. I was important 
to him after all.

I opened my mouth to ask him if he wanted to fuck me, 
but suddenly he was kissing me, and fondling my tits, 
and guiding me down onto the carpeted floor. As soon as 
I was on my back he pulled his mouth away from mine and 
started to kiss and suck on my nipples. At the same 
time he was tugging at the waistband of my pajama 
bottoms, clumsily trying to pull them down while still 
trying to suck my nipples. 

I reached down and pushed his hands away, took hold of 
the bottoms myself, and awkwardly pulled them over my 
hips. Dad broke away from my tits and practically 
yanked my peejays off, then did the same thing with my 
panties. I was totally naked now and, surprisingly, 
turned on. I wanted him to put that little dick of his 
inside of me. Not so much because I thought it would be 
a fun ride, but because it was so obvious now how much 
power I had. I had all of it. Mom and Angela could both 
go fuck themselves.

Dad didn't waste any time. As soon as he had me naked 
he was on top of me, kissing my face and neck and 
trying to get his cock in the right position. I put my 
arms around him, caressed his back and shoulders, 
waiting for him to invade me, to take me, to make me 
his. I felt it, hard and insistent, pushing past the 
lips of my cunt. I expected Dad to just shove it right 
on in, he seemed that excited, but instead he moved 
slowly, tenderly, like he was afraid of hurting me. 

He didn't really have to do that, since I'd been with 
Rickey a few times already, and he was thicker and much 
longer than my dad. Still, he continued on cautiously, 
almost shy in the way he burrowed into me, until 
finally he was all the way in. He fucked me just as 
slowly as he'd entered me, but as his passion grew I 
realized that he wasn't being careful so much as just 
wanting to luxuriate in the experience. He was enjoying 
fucking me, and I was enjoying it too.

I moved with him, alternately holding my breath and 
sighing as my daddy fucked me. Daddy held me with one 
arm around me while with his other hand fondled my 
tits. He peppered me with kisses, on my forehead, my 
cheeks, my nose, my eyes, my mouth. He grunted and 
moaned as he slid in and out of my cunt and I rocked my 
hips, pushing against him as he pushed against me. I 
could feel the slow burn of pleasure growing within me, 
becoming a strong sexual heat that could easily build 
and explode, and I began to moan too, to let him know 
what I was feeling.

"Oh God, Janie," Daddy breathed in my ear as he fucked 
me, "I love you so much."

I smiled at that, whispered that I loved him too, and 
considered saying other things, nasty things like, Fuck 
me, Daddy, and Fuck your little girl, fuck your little 
baby. But then something caught my eye and I looked 
past his shoulder to the doorway that led from the 
living room to the stairs.  Mom was standing there 
watching us. And she looked pissed. She looked like she 
could easily go find a gun and blow both our brains 
out. And then maybe turn it on herself. That last idea 
kept the smile on my face, and I openly looked back at 
her as Daddy continued to fuck me.

"Yeah, Daddy," I said softly, "fuck me. Fuck your 
little girl, fuck your little baby." I continued to 
stare at Mom. "Do you love me Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart," Daddy replied, his voice husky in my 
ear. I could tell he was getting near the end. "I love 
you more than anyone else in the world."

"More than Mom?"

"Yes, oh yes, darling. More than anyone."

I closed my eyes and pressed my nose into Daddy's neck, 
letting Mom know that she wasn't worth my attention 
anymore.

"Oh Daddy," I said. "Fuck your daughter, Daddy."

"Yes, my sweet wonderful daughter."

He started fucking me a little harder now and I 
responded, moving with him, and the heat inside of me 
suddenly burst and spilled all through my body. I was 
coming, and suddenly Daddy was coming too. We both 
moaned and held each other tightly as his warm milky 
come spurted and poured into me.

When it was over, when were done, we both relaxed on 
the floor, still holding each other as the powerful 
sexual energy of our lovemaking faded and our breathing 
calmed. After a while, I wasn't sure how long, I opened 
my eyes again and looked toward the doorway. Mom was 
still standing there, but as soon as I met her eyes 
with mine she shook her head, resigned to her fate, 
then turned and went up the stairs. I smiled again, 
closed my eyes, and thought to myself, Yeah, bitch. 
Slapped you back, didn't I?

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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