Hank And McKenzie: Father And Daughter - Sex Stories

Hank And McKenzie: Father And Daughter

... think of his daughter in a sexual way. It first sparked in him after seeing her in the clingy dress she wore to her school’s Homecoming Dance last autumn. He could not forget the sight and he did not really want to. But it was pure fantasy, of course.

God, she was beautiful. She had an athlete’s body, lean but muscular in all the right ways, a 5’6” frame, long, tapered legs, a compact butt, and breasts that were not particularly large, yet delightfully firm and full. He had sneaked a peek at her lingerie drawer once. She was a 34B. At the time, he smiled to himself and thought, “A bit more than a mouthful.”

Yet it was her face that truly entranced him. Her smile was broad and infectious, with such soft lips. A sprinkle of freckles dusted her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her bright green eyes sparkled. She had chestnut brown hair that fell across her shoulders in curly ringlets when not pulled up into a ponytail. She was, if her father might say so, utterly perfect.

Hank assumed that it was normal enough for a dad to fantasize about his daughter once she approached womanhood. It was harmless. Besides, he had directed his thoughts in this regard to others also, and had found pleasure in father-daughter incest videos on the internet. Then he noticed that McKenzie was holding up his tablet and a chill ran through his bones.

“Well,” she replied to his question, “here’s the thing, Dad. Remember when I asked you last week if I could take this tablet of yours to ...

... school because I had left mine at Stacy’s house? You let me use it and you gave me the password. Remember?”

Hank’s mouth suddenly was dry. He could feel his heart beginning to race. “Yes,” he said faintly. “I remember.”

“It turns out you were careless, Dad, or maybe you wanted me to see what was on here. I saw your porn.”

“That’s not really your business, McKenzie. I’m an adult and it’s perfectly natural to use porn sometimes, to relax.”

McKenzie gave her father an exasperated look. “Jesus, Dad, I’m not upset that you like porn. Doesn’t every guy on the planet? I’m not a prude.” As Hank opened his mouth to speak, McKenzie cut him off. “It’s not even the videos that are the issue here, even though a lot, and I mean a lot, of them were about incest.”

“McKenzie, please…”

His daughter glared at Hank, causing him to shut his mouth. His little girl was not finished.

“What really interested me were the stories I found. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept looking but I was curious. I had to, Dad. I had to know what you were thinking.”

“I’m not mad that you looked, sweetie. I’m just sorry if it upset you.”“Dad, I read all of them. All the stories about fathers and daughters having sex, being lovers. Stories that you wrote, Dad. More than a dozen of them, all involving a girl and her father who seem a lot like us.”

Hank just stared at his daughter. “My God,” he thought, “what have I done?”

“You wrote about us, having sex. I gotta say, Dad, you have a flair for ...