Shelly’s Secret Chapter 1

Shelly’s Secret Chapter 1

A True Incest Story

By Greg & Shelly

Readers are forewarned that this story and series contains graphic details of sex between a father and his daughter. If incest offends or disgusts you, please enjoy your day and read something else. For those wishing to continue, let me explain that this story is a four-part series about sex between a father and daughter. I know that in most cases, incest can have a devastating impact on families, but there are situations like this. I am not condoning these activities in any way, but simply stating that not everyone involved in them is permanently harmed. It happens more frequently than you might think.



My name is Greg. I was 18 years old when this all started, but I looked much younger because of my size. My growth spurt hadn’t kicked in yet. I was always teased about this at school. Mom always blamed it on me being a “preemie.” Due to some medical complications, I was born over a month early. Still, I was going through the changes that all guys do. During this time and place, parents didn’t often speak about the things we needed to hear. Girls might have gotten a warning from their moms to not be “that girl,” but that was about it. The guys were pretty much on their own. Sex was just something parents weren’t good at talking to their kids about.



Listening to guys at school had clued me into parts of it. Sure, I was always playing with myself, but I was not all that sure how exactly the sex part with the girl worked just yet. I had heard all the colorful words, but I didn’t understand all the actions behind them. I had been having wet dreams for quite a while. I’d wake up at night feeling really good, and the damp area of my underwear would be cooling by then. I felt really embarrassed about it all and quickly changed. I’d stuff the soiled underwear deep into the dirty clothes hamper. I hoped the spot would dry by the time my mom washed it, or she’d assume a wet towel in the basket had dampened them.

My dad was a roofer and worked steadily, unless the weather was bad. He had been a strict father and had been pretty tough on us. I had an older sister named Shelly.

Mom worked a lot. She had a good job at a local car assembly plant. It was good pay and steady, but she was always gone. She didn’t have enough seniority to get the good shifts yet, so she mostly worked in the evenings. She’d get home after midnight, sometimes even later if she stopped at the bar with her friends for drinks.

Anyway, this all started one day when I had been nosing around, just being curious. I had gotten into my parents’ closet and was just poking around when I discovered an old crumpled box on my dad’s side of the closet. It was on an upper shelf, partially covered by some old hats. As I lifted the lid, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a stash of pornographic magazines. I knew right then that I should have gotten out of there. My head was pounding as I picked up the top one and flipped through the pages. My mouth was as dry as dirt, and I remember shaking so badly that I thought I might lose my balance. I was standing on a chair to reach the shelf.

I grabbed the one magazine, got down, pulled the chair away, and made a dash for the bathroom. Our house was small and had only one bathroom. It was about the only place that I could be alone. At the time, my bedroom door didn’t have a lock on it.



Shelly was outside in the yard. This was during the summer, and Mom and Dad figured Shelly and I were responsible enough to be left alone during the day. Mom had gone into work early. She always got a lot of extra overtime in the summer.

Locking the door, I sat down on the cool linoleum floor and, with almost reverence, started studying the magazine. It had an old glossy cover. The pages were worn, and the corners were all bent. I don’t think there was much text. If there was, I didn’t waste time with it.

The pictures inside were of everything. On the first few pages, women were pictured laid out on beds with guys sticking their dicks into them. I didn’t know much about sex then, but I knew your dick was supposed to go into the girl. I wasn’t even sure at the time what a girl’s private parts looked like.

As I paged through the book, my little dick was at full attention. I remember not even wanting to waste time getting out my pecker. I just shifted my jeans to make more room in the front and kept on looking. I could not believe that girls actually did this kind of stuff for real. One page showed several girls with a dick in their mouths as they sat on another one. I had to force myself to swallow every once in a while, just to wet my throat.

I was only about halfway through when I heard the screen door slam. I knew Shelly was now in the house. I had to stop, so I stood up and flushed the toilet just to cover my tracks. I stuffed the magazine under some towels by the sink and tried to bend my pecker so it wouldn’t show.



Finally, I had to just pull it up straight against my stomach and hope it wasn’t going to be noticed. I wasn’t particularly big or anything, but the sucker was rock hard and wouldn’t go down. Shelly’s banging on the door startled me. She had to go.

“Hurry up!” yelled Shelly.

I was still pale, and my heart was pounding as I exited the bathroom.

“What do you want for lunch?” Shelly yelled from the bathroom.

I was making my way to my room when Shelly hollered, saying she was making hot dogs.

“Okay,” I said, even though I wasn’t the least bit hungry.

As soon as I heard Shelly go back into the kitchen, I raced back to the bathroom to retrieve the magazine. As quietly as I could, I replaced it in the closet, making sure to put everything back the way I found it. All through lunch, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had seen. Visions of those girls being naked and actually having sex played over and over in my head. I probably hadn’t said a word at all. Shelly startled me back to reality.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

“Nothin’; I just ain’t hungry, I guess,” I told her.

Shelly was a nice sister. We were always very close. We didn’t have a lot of neighbors with kids our age, so we had grown up as playmates together. We had always been together when we were young. We really never had many fights or anything like that. Mom and Dad did all the fighting. That was maybe why we stuck together so much. Dad and Mom were always at each other about things. Honestly, it was probably a good thing Mom’s work kept her away so much. Dad was home in the evenings alone with us, and that was probably best.

Dad never did much at home. He’d work all day on someone else’s house, and he seemed pretty beat when he got home. Mom had shown Shelly how to cook early on. Most times we just ate simple meals that Mom had gotten ready in the morning.

Dad was not someone to mess with. If you had chores or homework to do, you had better have them done. He wasn’t a warm person you could talk to. Mostly, he would just grab a beer and settle in on the couch to watch TV.

“Coming outside?” Shelly asked.

“Naw,” I said. “I’ll just probably sort out some ball cards in my room.” I lied.

Nothing would keep me from getting another look in that box. She went out to the yard again.

As soon as I felt it was safe, I raced back to my parents’ room and dug into that box again. I couldn’t believe all the stuff in there. Mostly magazines, but other stuff too. There were some playing cards, like for poker or something. The edges of the cards were all worn and curled. The deck was just wrapped with a thin rubber band. I remember the top card being a joker, and instead of the normal kind of picture, there was a full-color picture of a woman holding two dicks against her face. I pried the other cards away and was shocked as I realized each card was a different picture with sex positions on them.

Real stuff too, not just naked poses, but actual close-ups of girls doing sex. I held on to the cards, grabbed another magazine, and went to the bathroom again. I was sitting on the floor with the magazine in my lap, thumbing through the cards. Each one was a jaw-dropping shot of some sex position I had never dreamt of before.

I was taking care to keep each card in order on the cover of the magazine, just in case Dad had them in some kind of sequence. I must have had ten cards on my lap when the bathroom door burst open. In my hurry, I must have forgotten to lock the door. Shelly had returned to the house without my hearing her.

“Shelly, God dammit!” I cried.