We snuggled for awhile until I felt his cum and my blood starting to run down my leg. I got up and headed for the shower. It really hurt to walk, I thought I'd fall down. I kept bleeding. His big cock had really done a number on me. I bled for days and he was worried but then I stopped bleeding until he fucked me again, and I bled some more. I didn't care. We fucked in blood, the blood we shared, father and daughter.
Taboo Acts Vol. III: Loving Daddy
A Short White Trash Incest Tale Best Told Over Cold Beers
Louis Kahn Nin
Vince Golightly had always got on well with his daughter, Holly. Since she was ten years old, she had been joining him in just about all his interests, from fishing to shooting, and even chilling out in front of the TV with a six-pack. Vince did not thinking it a crime to let his daughter have a beer or two. They'd gotten close.
Of course, “close” is relative, and that ain't no pun, kid. The Golightlys were residents of the Bible Belt, living in cowboy country among truckers, bikers, Mormons and right-wing self-reliance militias-you know, the Heart of the Heart of America and all that shit. And they fit right in. So, being little more than white trash, “close” does not mean heartfelt mutual respect and love on a deep level, but more in the vein of “buddies.”
Fuck buddies, if you get my drift, boys.
Vince was always aware of Holly's attractiveness, and once in a while stole a look at her body, but he didn't think much about her in a sexual way, at least not when she was just ten and had no tits or an ass. Although, sometimes the way she dressed made it hard not to know she was ten-we're talking little tight shorts and mini-skirts and the like.
There was no doubt that she worked up some sexual experience early on; by the time she was 12 she had a new boyfriend every month, and by the time she was 14, she dressed like a cheap hooker on the street, but our boy Vince never minded that.
But she never shirked their father-daughter moments: the shooting, the beer-soaked TV watching. That was a mainstay of their lives.
On her 16th birthday she was out partying with her friends. She got back around 3 in the morn, and Vince was still watching TV. Holly threw herself down on the couch next to him. She was wearing a very short, red accordion-folded nylon skirt and a very tight black blouse. Vince congratulated her on her birthday. She laid herself on his lap, facing him. Absentmindedly, Vince put a hand on her nearly bare stomach and rested it there. After a while of watching TV-it was someStar Trekre-runs-she turned her face up towards him and said, “Daddy, kiss me.”
Vince bent down to give her father-daughter peck on the mouth, but Holly took hold of his head and did not let go until she had treated his mouth to an eight-second French kiss. Vince did not resist, but enjoyed it. It was what she wanted, and it being her birthday and all, she should have what she wanted he figured. He didn't think anything of it.
After breaking their mouths apart, he gave her a smile and said, “Girl, you're a naughty little wench!” and then just kept on watching TV. He'd noticed that Holly tasted somewhat of liquor, but that was to be expected, but there was something else and he wasn't sure what it was, he had tasted it before, but?well, our boy Vince was just dense at that moment. What he did not know was that Holly done went out and had her a birthday gang bang, she wanted sixteen boys in a row for her sixteen years, a little birthday naughtiness she had engaged in since she was eleven (if you must know, she lost her virginity at eight with a cousin); so that funny taste, mixed with booze, was the sperm of several of the sixteen guys, because she had let half of them blow their wads in her mouth and the other half shoot their seed in her sixteen-year-old cunt.