Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 20:20:54 +0000
From: James Wooldridge <sleep_deprivation@hotmail.com>
Subject: Incestous Family Part 1

This is a true story, it is a description of how my life turned out as a
child. All the events are true but I have changed the names to protect
identities of those in it.

Before I start I better give you a bit of back ground. My name is Jay, my
mum died due to complications when she was giving birth to me, which left
me to be brought up by my dad, Terry and my brother, Scott who is 4 years
older than me. My dad never really got over the death of my mum and I can
never remember him ever even looking at another woman right up to today.

Some people say its only natural, some people say that its unusual but my
dad and I have always been incredibly close and he really did dote on me
and still does, even more than he did with my brother. I remember my
maternal grandma saying that because my mum died giving birth to me it was
like he transferred all his love for her to me. She thought it quite normal
but I remember one of my aunts saying it was strange as she had worried
that he would resent me because it was my birth that killed my mum, I am
glad to say that my aunt was dead wrong.

Anyway back to happier things. When it started I was 9, it's a bit hard to
remember exactly that far back but I think I was tall for my age and all
the swimming I did and football I played meant that I had a good well toned
body, though not muscley. I had a very light brown, or dark blond hair and
a naturally slightly tanned skin, both of which I got from my mother. My
dad was 37 had deep auburn hair and pale skin, not very tall, a bit below
average, and he played rugby so had a thick, muscley build.  Now that's the
introductions out of the way, lets get on with how it started.

I was 9 when it started, I shared a room with my brother, Scott but he was
a boy scout and was away camping for the weekend, which left me and
dad. Weekends like this dad always made sure that he and I spent plenty of
quality time together, I was very close to my older brother and he always
worried I would miss Scott when he was away camping so tried to distract me
by spoiling me rotten.

This weekend was no different, dad and I played football during the day and
went out for some food, then rented a few movies which we curled up on the
sofa to watch. I had changed into my pyjamas by this time, after having my
evening bath and my dad was wearing just his dressing gown, as he slept
naked. I had curled up with my head in his lap with his arm holding me
close, as we usually do when we are curled up together.

We had sat like this a thousand times before and nothing had ever come of
it so I'm not sure why that night was any different. As we were watching
some kids film that must have had my dad bored out of his mind, I suddenly
felt and uncomfortable lump against my cheek. My dad's rapidly growing
erection was starting to tent his dressing gown and poke me in the face.

Being young and rather innocent, I didn't really think much of it. I knew
my little willy got stiff sometimes but I never really linked that with
anything sexual at the time, so as dad started to shift nervously and I was
getting uncomfortable I reached up and wrapped my little hand around his
now rock solid cock and moved it so it was now laid flat against his
stomach and not sticking up, prodding me in the face. I never noticed at
the time but my dad later told me that when I first grabbed his cock he
nearly had a heart attack and it was then that he decided that things had
to go further.

Nothing further happened, eventually dad told me it was time for bed. He
gave me a light slap on the bum and told me to get up. He held my hand and
led me up to bed, just as always, with the exception that this time he was
walking with a very noticeable erection under his dressing gown. When he
first stood up he tried to hide it, which isn't easy to do in loosely tided
dressing gown, but after he saw that I had noticed and didn't make a thing
of it he stopped trying to stop it from poking his robe up in a tent, or
occasionally sticking through the gap.

Dad tucked me into my bed and slipped out of the room leaving the bedroom
door open a crack to allow the landing light to break the darkness in my
room. I slipped off into contented sleep as I usually did.  I was woken
some time later, I don't know how long, by movement of my covers and
someone climbing in. I wasn't alarmed, my dad often would climb in with me
on a night when we were alone and cuddle me through the night

I felt my dad's arm curl around me from behind and he pulled me close
against his body. I could feel a now familiar hardness against the back of
me thigh. I cant remember now if I had ever noticed him having an erection
when he cuddled me in the night before but it really stood out to me that
night.

Its been 11 years since that night but I can still remember the details
perfectly. I could close my eyes and picture it as if it was yesterday. The
actual words spoken probably aren't exactly right but they are what I
remember.

"Jay" Dad whispered to me, which was unusual as he normally was quite happy
to just sleep cuddling me. "are you awake?"

"Yes, daddy." I whispered back.

"Jay, I'm sorry." He whispered I thought he was apologising for waking me
and I started to tell him that it was ok, I didn't mind being woken up but
he interrupted me. "I'm really sorry, I have resisted this as long as I can
but I loved you so much and I have to have you."

He didn't say anything else after that. His hand started to wander over my
pyjama clad body. I felt his hard willy start to slowly press up against me
over and over again as his hand now slipped up the top of my pyjamas and
ran up and down my smooth chest and belly. He began to kiss the slide of my
neck and pulled me round to face him. He kissed me gently on the lips just
as normal but then he leaned in and kissed me again and this wasn't the
usual kiss of a father to son, it lasted longer and his tongue pushed into
my mouth.  We kissed for several minutes, his tongue licking the inside of
my mouth and my smaller tongue while his hands quickly slipped my pyjamas
from my small body.

Suddenly he flipped me roughly over so I was face down on the bed. Before I
could even think of what was happening dad rolled on top of me his big cock
nestled on the curve of my hairless little bum. He reared up a little and
his cock left contact with my body but his hand still held me firmly in
place.

A second later his cock came into contact with my body again. This time the
tip of it was pressed against my tiny boy hole. It felt more slippery than
before but I didn't know what this meant. Dad kissed the back of my neck
one last time before whispering "I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry" Then he
pressed into me.

I screamed when he first penetrated me and he firmly held my head down in
the pillow to smother the noise.  I think my dad was as gentle as possible,
he didn't ram it in me but firmly slid it in then held still in the hope I
could get used to it. Now most stories will tell you that after a few
minutes the pain disappeared and there was nothing but pleasure, which is
rubbish! When a full grown man, with a well above average cock sticks it up
a tiny 9 year old bum for the first time the pain isn't going be replaced
with ecstasy any time soon.

Like I said before I was completely innocent to sexual matters but I loved
my daddy and even though I was in agony he wanted this and something inside
me told me he had to do it so I shouted through the pillow.  "Daddy, it
hurts. Hurry. Please. Be quick." I remember saying those words perfectly,
even though I didn't know what I was asking him to do, I knew that he had
to do something and I needed him to do it fast.

Dad began thrusting into me hard and fast. Fucking my little bum so hard, I
could feel his big balls slapping between my legs and his pubes tickling
the top of my hairless bum.

I went through a very painful ten minutes of my dad fucking away my
virginity until he spilled the load that had made me into my little hole.

After he had finished he pulled me up into his arms and held me close in a
tight cuddle like he was afraid I would pull away. He peppered me with
kisses, apologising over and over for what he had just done. I held onto
him tightly, my tears slowly stopping, to be replaced with my dads tears as
he apologised over and over.

Once we had both calmed down. Dad carried on cuddling me and I whispered
"will it hurt that much every time you do it daddy?" Dad sighed with relief
knowing that he hadn't ruined everything but our relationship was changed
from that day.

Things progressed and my love affair with my dad expanded to include my
brother, my uncle, cousins and a friend of my dads but those are totally
different memories which I will write down if anyone is interested after
reading this one.

This is the first time I have actually gone into detail about my growing up
so I would love to get feedback, answer questions and hear if people are
interested in hearing more. Email me on sleep_deprivation@hotmail.com