Hank And McKenzie: Father And Daughter - Sex Stories

Hank And McKenzie: Father And Daughter

... writing erotica. They were…very arousing.” McKenzie smiled at her dad. “Don’t have a stroke, Dad. I’m not angry. I just need some answers. I need to understand what’s going on here.”

McKenzie’s demeanor had shifted and Hank felt a surge of relief run through him. His mind raced as to what to say or do next. He could blame it on the stress of his job or Hazel’s condition. He could call it an addiction, promise to get help, beg for understanding. Yet there was something in his daughter’s eyes, the way she looked at him, that stopped him from any of that. He regained his emotional footing.

“Well,” he said, “I have always tried to be honest with you, respect you. So, yes, over the past several months I’ve started to fantasize about you in a sexual way. I don’t know if it’s right or wrong, good or bad, perverted or whatever.” Hank drew in a deep breath and added, “I know this might be a problem for us, but, baby, it wouldn’t be true to say that I’m ashamed or sorry for it.”

McKenzie hopped off the stool and walked up to her father. He was a physically impressive man. At forty years old, he had the physique of someone nearly half his age. Hank had served in the Marines for nearly a decade and then started a construction company. He stood over six feet tall and weighed about 210 pounds, all of it muscle. His arms and legs were powerful, his chest taut, and instead of a beer belly, he still had a pretty good six-pack. Like his daughter, he had brown hair that was only ...

... slightly graying at the temples.

“Yeah, Dad,” McKenzie said, “we do have a problem. See, I downloaded all of these stories of yours, and I’ve been reading them over and over during the past week. I’ve been watching the kind of videos you like too. I realize that you’ve been working a lot of hours so you might not have noticed, but I’ve been keeping to myself. I’ve been thinking. Well, thinking and masturbating – a lot.”

Hank realized something was happening but he could not yet clearly see where this was going. He stood still, and waited, even as he noticed that his dick was stirring in his shorts.

When he remained silent, McKenzie sighed. “There’s just one thing I don’t get, Dad.”

Now Hank responded. “And what is that?”

Hank was surprised when his daughter suddenly balled up her fists and hit his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“C’mon, sweetie,” Hank said as he took her hands into his own. “How could I? How does a father say that sort of thing to his daughter, no matter how much he trusts her?”

The girl collapsed against her dad’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her. “Well, now I know,” she whispered. “Dad, the truth is that I feel that same way about you. I suppose I have for a while. Over this past week, these stories, these videos, they’ve changed me. I can’t go back to the way things were. I can’t stop thinking about you, thinking about being with you, … fucking you, any more than you can forget how you feel about ...