When my daughter Julie was girl she got pen pall over in America, they wrote to each other once a month, to start they wrote the usual things about what they did at school, the boys they liked and disliked, they both like the same Film starts etc, etc, I knew this because she wasn’t a very good speller in her early years, and would ask me to read her letters and make any correction for her, and then she would write it out again. As she grew and could spell better she stopped asking me to check them.

As the years passed they continued writing and to this day they still keep in touch, Julie is now 19 and at college, she wants to be a fashion designer. The college is three hours drive away so naturally she lives in, holidays and the odd week end she’s on the train to come home. It’s always nice to see her and we spend a lot of time together, having noticed the panties she wore, naturally when hanging on the washing line, I teas her about fighting the boys off from getting into them, “Oh daddy, you know I don’t have time for boy’s, in any case they are all so immature” I get the usual look from my wife Susan and take no notice as I enjoy teasing Julie.

Although see was a sexy looking young woman, I never looked at her that way, she was my daughter and out of bounds. She came home for Easter break and often sat out on the patio sunning her self. All too soon she was back at college, she would phone to tell us how things were going and I would teas her about boys getting into her pants, and had the usual reply.

My birthday was during June, and she always sent me a card. I kept them all in a keep sake box, with the drawing she did at school, my wife said I was an old softie, I told her it was something to look back on in our old age.

My card arrived form Julie two days early as usual, Susan put it behind the clock on the mantel and I would open it on my birthday. Susan was at work when I got up, she worked in a news agents and was on early that week, I had breakfast and the post came, I had cards off some other members of the family and some bills, then sitting in the conservatory with a drink I opened Julies’ card, she usually send a funny one, this was no different, as I opened it a sheet of paper dropped out, wondering what she could have wrote I picked it up and opened it and started to read, after the first line I realized this should have gone to her pen friend, but I saw my name mentioned and had to keep reading, it looked like the second sheet of two.

I read.

I was sitting out on the patio in my bikini, dad was busy in the kitchen cooking, he’s a fantastic cook as I’ve told you before and self taught too. He wasn’t taking much notice of me, which I wished he would, I’ve had a tingling in my pussy for years that only he can scratch. I can still that picture of him when I was 12, he didn’t know I had come home and he came out of the bath room naked after his shower and his cock was so hard, I wanted to run to him and, I don’t know what, but I know I wanted to feel it.
Today I went in to make a drink and had to pass him to get a glass out of the cupboard, I pushed up close so my tits would brush against him, I so wanted him to turn around and grab them, but dad being dad moved away from me to give me room, later he started about the boys at college and them trying to get into my panties, -I know she wrote that as her friend doesn’t understand them being called knickers-, if only he knew it’s him I want in my panties, I want his big strong hands to rip them off me and then pull me down on his face and lick my pussy until I come all over his face, then bend me over the kitchen table shove his cock into my pussy and fuck me until I beg him to stop, which if he could last that long, would be about three weeks, but I know it will never happen because he loves mom too much to cheat on her, so I’ll have laid in bed every night fucking myself with the vibrator, thinking its daddy.
You are so lucky having a brother like you have, when you told me how you walked into his bedroom naked and asked him right out to fuck you, and he did, it made me want to do it to daddy, I had my hand on the bedroom door handle, but I chickened out at the last minute.
I forgot to tell you when I was home for Easter, one night I couldn’t sleep and went down to the kitchen for a drink, I could hear muffled sounds coming from his room, I opened the door a little and peeked in, mom was bouncing up and down on daddies cock and she was calling him daddy, and he was telling her she was his good little girl. The next day when they went out shopping I looked in mom’s wardrobe and she had lots of uniforms and different outfit’s, French maid, police woman, school girl, I thought fuck they role play to enjoy sex. This has given me an idea on how I might get daddy at last, I still have my old school uniform, it’s a bit tight now across my tits, and the skirt wouldn’t cover my ass either, but seeing as I wouldn’t have them on long, it doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you how it goes after the summer break as I won’t be home before them.
I hope your holiday is a good one and don’t fuck your brother to death,

Love Julie.

I sat there with the paper in my hand not believing what I had just read, I read it again, my daughter was telling her pen friend how she wanted me to fuck her, I had no idea, I have read about boys fantasizing over their mother and daughter over fathers, even brother and sister’s, but I never thought half pint, -my nick name for her- thought like this, and to be telling some one else. I just couldn’t get my head around it.

I busied myself all day trying mot to think about the letter, but it kept niggling away at the back of my mind. I would call Julie after class and thank her for my card, if I didn’t she might think something was wrong, so around my usual time I called, she answered knowing it was me, she was her happy cheerful self so she couldn’t know the slip she had made, I make the remark about boys and her panties, she’s was just as cheerful and herself in her reply.

We talked for about an hour and I as I always do, I asked if she was coming home for the summer break, “Of course dad, I can’t wait, you know that, I have to be away for college but I miss being home.

The month passed and Julie phoned, she spoke to her mother, college was breaking up earlier than planed as the builders were moving in. Susan asked if she wanted picking up, she said she could get a taxi as she wasn’t shore what time she would be here, “You have your key don’t you in case were out” Julie told her she had “Ok bye” when Susan had hung up she said Julie didn’t seem herself and wondered if every thing was ok, “Never mind we’ll find out when she’s home”. With her home for six week we got in a lot of her favorite things, her room was given a good clean and every thing made ready for her.

One the day she was due, Susan was in work early and I had some work to do, so she got home to an empty house, which I think she was hoping for. The job didn’t take me too long and I got home about half twelve, there was no sign of Julie and went up to the bathroom for a shower after working in a neighbor’s garden, I walked into the bathroom and stopped dead in my track’s “Daddy, what you doing coming in here”? “Sorry half pint, but I didn’t know you had got back and you didn’t lock the door” “Well I am so get out” I backed out and went down to make myself a coffee, ten minutes later Julie came down dry and dressed, she hugged me and said she was sorry for shouting like she did and I was right, “I should have locked the door”, “All forgiven then”? She hugged me, “Of course dad, now where’s my coffee”? I made her one and we sat down catching up. Julie all ways like to help me cook when she got home and we set about making our evening meal, laughing and joking as we always did, I thought back to her phone call and wondered if Susan had got things wrong about Julie.

When Susan got home she and Julie caught up and we ate on the patio as it was a warm sunny evening. The evening drew in and Julie said she was off to bed, as she got up to leave Susan remembered she had some post, and the letters were in the sideboard draw, Julie took them out, “Oh good, one from my pen friend” she went up to bed and I guess sat in bed reading her letter. I wondered if she was telling Julie about how her brother fucks her and if she tells her she only got half her letter last time. I think we would find out in the morning.

We let Julie lay in the following day, being a week day Susan was at work again, I had no jobs to do so I sat out in the conservatory reading the morning papers, Julie came down about 19am, she called to me threw the window, she looked her usual self. She came out with her breakfast and sat at the table to have this, I know she doesn’t bother wearing too much about the house, this morning she was wearing a long T shirt, when she got up I did notice her nipples pushing the fabric out at the front so I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, she took her dish into the kitchen then came back out, our cat came in threw the cat flap as Julie was coming back out, as she bent down to stroke her, I looked for the tell tails signs on her panties, I couldn’t see any, standing up she came to hug me and said it was nice being home again, I put my arm around her and asked “Well how many boys have you had to fight off this term from getting into your panties” “Daddy, I told you, I don’t have time for any” then in a whisper as she walked away she said “I’ve stopped wearing them”, I wondered if she was now flirting with me as I now knew her secrets, we had a easy day doing nothing but sitting out and chatting.

Susan was at work again the next morning I needed some thing from the DIY store, as they opened at half seven I went early to beet the rush of the ‘I know I want something but I don’t know what it is until I see it’ crowd that usually get in around nine. When I got home I went to get changed and Julie was just coming out of the bath room a towel wrapped around her, “Have you finished in there”? “Yes, all yours” I had a quick wash and went down to the kitchen; Julie asked if I had any thing planned for the day, “Nothing that can’t wait, why is there something you want to do”? “Not really, just wondered”, we sat in silence in our own thoughts. Later we went out shopping and just hung out together.

It was a week later, I was up making a drink, Julie called down asking if I wanted the bathroom as she was going to take a shower, I told her to carry on asking where she wanted her drink, “Put it in my room please” this done I was in the conservatory, the morning paper in hand, Julie finished her shower and came to join me, only I didn’t know, she had left off her shoe’s and with bear feet she crept up on me, we had played practical jokes on each other for many years and today Julie was getting me back for one I played at Easter. She came up behind me and sprayed my head and face with shaving foam, laughing her head off she ran back into the house, I cleaned it cleaned up a little and called after her she was in trouble now, giggling she ran up the stairs with me in hot pursuit, I hadn’t noticed how she was dressed, or what I was going to do when I caught her, she dodged past me and ran back down into the kitchen, running after her I then saw she had on the grey school skits, with a white shirt, but this didn’t register anything with me.

She dashed into the conservatory and I had her now, there was no way out unless she went into the garden, giggling and telling me she was sorry, she looked so gorgeous. I told her naughty girls get their bottoms spanked, “No daddy, don’t spank my bottom” I grabbed her arm and swung around to the seat, pulling her across my lap, in seconds I pulled her skirt up and brought my hand down on her ass, she was telling me “No daddy, please don’t, stop, daddy” after I had spanked her a few times, I realized she wasn’t wearing any knickers, I spanked her a few more times, then I left my hand on her ass cheek, she looked back and smiled, and moved a little, as she did my hand slipped between her legs and came to rest on her pussy, she was warm but moist, “Am I a naughty girl for not wearing panties daddy”? “Yes you are, and naughty girls without panties gets something else” I saw her bit her bottom lip, “What do they get daddy”? she had put a little girly voice on now, I rubbed my fingers up and down her pussy, her legs opened a little wider, “I like that daddy” I pressed a little harder and her lips opened up to me, slipping up I brushed her clit, she stiffened and my hand was covered in her girly juice’s, “Oh daddy, I’m sorry, I’ve been naughty again and wet your hand, are you going to punish me again”? I picked her up and lay her down on the lounger, she looked a little disappointed, thinking I was stopping, but when I unfastened my trousers and pushed them down she smiled from ear to ear, as I climbed between her legs she opened her arms and legs wide, “Oh daddy, you cant, please don’t punish me any more” as her daddies cock slipped into her pussy she groans, “Oh daddy, I like you punishment, please don’t stop” “I wasn’t going to, not for three weeks” I saw her look puzzled and like she was thinking” she couldn’t think of that and what I was doing at the same time and got into a rhythm with me, she had one orgasm after another, her silky smooth skin glistened with beads of sweat, “Oh daddy, Oh, Oh, Oh” and then her muscles gripped me tight and I exploded into her, I groaned “Oh Fuck, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming” “Come daddy, “Come in your naughty girls cunt” her fingers scraped down my back scratching me slightly, “Oh daddy have I hurt you” “Yes you naughty girl” “Are you going to punish me again”? she said with a look of hope” I pushed my hips hard against her, “Oh daddy” ten minutes later we collapsed on the floor, she rolled into my arms, her arm across my chest holding me tight, and a leg across mine keeping me pinned down and close.

We lay there for half an hour, just holding each other; she then shifted up and kissed my cheek “Daddy, what was that about fucking me for three weeks”? I told her she had sent me part of the letter she was sending to her friend in America, “Oh shit, I thought I had wrote it out once and I couldn’t find it, are you angry with me” “What do you think”? “I don’t know” “Do you think we would be laying her like this if I was” “Oh daddy, I do love you” “And I love you too” “I wish I had kept my nerve before and walked into your room when mom was away” “I wish you had too”, She cuddled me tight and pulled my face to hers, she kissed me, her tongue pushing into mine, we tongue wrestled for a few minutes.

Slipping my hand down her flat stomach to her pussy I asked if she wanted to stay here or go to bed, “can we stay here daddy”? for the next three hours Julie sucked my cock and I her pussy and we fucked five time’s more, with it getting near to the time Susan was due home so I took Julie for a shower, getting back into the conservatory It smelt of sex, I had to do something to mask this and got some perfumed candles lit. We ate and Susan had an early night again, Julie came down and said I could read the last letter from her friend.

She said how she was knelt over her brother fucking like crazy when their daddy walked into her room, they expected him to go nut’s but he dropped his pants and while her brother fucked her cunt her daddy fucked her ass. Then that night as they were watching the TV her daddy picked her up and ripped her knickers off and fucked her cunt right in front of her mother, and she didn’t say anything, now when she is home she has to be naked and any time her brother or dad wants a fuck or blow job, she had to give them one, her mother doesn’t join in.

She finishes of with telling Julie she should get me into bed this holiday, one way or the other or regret it for the rest of her life.

It’s a few days later we see on Sky news ‘woman jailed for shooting husband and son for having sex with her daughter’ there are no pictures of the people concerned but the TV crew are out side the house and talking to their neighbors, Julie say’s that’s her pen friends house, and runs to her room, she comes back down with a few photos, and she is right, it is her friends house, Susan say’s “Good God, what an awful thing to happen, how could the daughter let that happen to her, brother and father having sex with her” I muttered something about the father could have controlled her and could have kept her on a tight chain, and the brother was just following in his foot steps.

Just as quickly as this conversation had started she changed to another item, the mobile phone masts going up every where and the talk about them giving off radio waves that could harm children. All too soon the news finished, “Well that’s it, half nine, time for me to turn in, night, see you tomorrow after work”. When she had gone Julie curled up on my lap and slipped her hand into my trousers, as she played with my cock she said, “I don’t think I will write and tell Abigail that we fucked, it’ll be our secrete” for the rest of her holiday she couldn’t keep her hands off me, she said she had a lot of catching up to do.

Half term is coming up and Julie will be home again, we both can’t wait to be in each others arms again.

 

Will you be writing about mid-term holiday? Hope so...... Good job, well done. Very easy for the reader to remain interested.

 

This such a hot story