Claire Adrian

Incest, A Way Of Life

Introduction

"… It wasn't difficult to get my father to lay me. It was during last summer, and I was attending special classes at school for extra credits.

"My father suggested to my mother that she take Bob, my little brother, to her mother's farm for a week's vacation. I could not go because I was in school. Although mom wanted a vacation and a visit with her parents, she hesitated to leave me ‘to run wild.' But after much persuasion by dad, and with his solemn promise to look after me and not leave me to do as I pleased, she reluctantly agreed to the plans.

"I disliked visiting with relatives and tried to avoid going to my grandparents' farm, but mom insisted that I ride down with the family so my grandparents could see me and I could pay my due respects. Dad and I left mom and my little brother at the farm and started home. It was on the return trip that dad began his questioning.

"'Di' honey,' he began, ‘you know, you're getting to be quite a young lady. Tell me, have any of your dates tried to have sex with you? Not that I care, mind you, because I realize that girls your age have sexual urges. It's only that I want you to be careful and not get pregnant. Have you have you ever had intercourse with a boy?'

"'No, daddy,' I lied. 'I've never let a boy do anything like that to me.' The nerve of him! Did I ask him how many times a week he screwed mom? Why tell him I had lost my cherry at thirteen and had been fucked dozens of times since then? It was none of his business.

"My reply seemed to surprise dad, and he glanced curiously at me. 'Well, if and when you do let a boy do it to you, make sure he wears a rubber. I suppose you know what a rubber is, don't you?'

"'Of course, daddy,' I said, smiling. 'After all, we do have sex education in school, though I've never seen one close up… ‘

"Looking back on the chain of events, I suppose it was about then, right there in the car, that I made up my mind-to seduce my father. I knew it wouldn't be away from the house. I also knew that hots for me. I could tell by the way he glanced at me sometimes, with a look of longing in his eyes, especially when I was in shorts or wearing a bikini. And so I made up my mind to get him to fuck me. Why not? He was a good-looking guy in his late thirties, and the fact that he was my father didn't bother me in the least. Yes, I would get him to fuck me, but I'd have to be careful about how I went about it. I decided to act real innocent and await the proper moment, the right opportunity, for action.

"Dad didn't say any more about sex until after we got home and had eaten supper. Then, while we were in the living room, dad asked me if I'd like to see a rubber. I said yes, and he went into the bedroom and came back with one. Unrolling it and letting it dangle, he held it out for me to feel, and said, 'I could show you better if I put it on a real penis. But we know that's impossible.' He laughed nervously. 'I don't suppose you've ever seen a real penis? No, of course not…'

"I could really have told him something then, but instead, I continued with my little Miss Innocence act, at the same time getting a nasty thrill over what we were doing. I also decided to shock him a bit.