Shelly’s Secret Chapter 2

Shelly’s Secret

Chapter 2

(True Incest Voyeur Story)

By Greg and Shelly



“This story contains a graphic account of sex between a father and his daughter. If this is not your thing, please read something more to your liking. All persons in this story are of legal age.”





That summer watching Shelly and my dad was one of the most defining years of my life. I came to know Shelly in an entirely different way. She and I became even closer by sharing her secret. We sort of became partners. Sharing her experiences with me seemed to be some kind of outlet for her. She didn’t have any really close girlfriends. I guess everybody needs someone they can share even the most intimate parts of their lives with. She probably also wanted someone as a witness, just in case things got out of hand with Dad.

I was always amazed at how different Shelly acted during her encounters with him. One minute, she was a sweet young girl, my sister. Then, with him, she was much bolder and paraded around often as his equal. There were even times when she took control of things.

These memories and events still to this day, fuel my fantasies. I constantly try to remember each detail as it happened, which is partly my reason for writing this all down.

After that first time, Shelly didn’t seem to mind letting me watch. The closet turned out not to be such a good spot to watch from, though. One time, when they were really going at it, I got excited and tried to masturbate. My dad heard my noise and started to get out of the bed to investigate. Only Shelly’s quick thinking saved my ass. She was able to distract him by pretending to be having an orgasm. She grabbed onto him and went into some wild convulsions. I guess somewhere during this, he forgot about the noise and stayed holding on to her.

After that close call, Shelly insisted that I find a different way.

Our house had a ceiling-type attic fan located in the hallway just outside Mom and Dad’s room. I discovered I had an even better view of the bedroom by peeking through one of the slats of the ceiling grill. Access to the attic was through a pull-ladder opening out in the garage. As long as the door to their room was left open, I had a great view of the entire bed area. Shelly always managed to leave the door open. This location worked out better anyway, because I could stretch out and not worry so much about any movement being spotted. I had slightly bent open one of the slats in the grill. With the attic being so dark, I was completely invisible.

I laid down a piece of plywood to give me a comfortable spot on which to sit. Getting out of the house was much easier too, since I didn’t have to wait for Dad to leave the room.

Shelly had developed into a little bit of a show-off. She told me once that having me watch her made her more comfortable. Maybe it turned her on knowing she was putting on a show for me too. Shelly almost always secretly flashed me her trademark “thumbs up” signal right near the end. I never could get over just how naturally Shelly took to being naked and allowing me to watch her do this stuff.

She had the demeanor of someone much older and never seemed embarrassed about any of this. Dad never seemed like he really forced himself on her. She just kind of took the whole issue in stride and was ok with it all. Later on, I could tell she began using it to her advantage. She eventually had Dad wrapped around her little finger. There weren’t too many times she didn’t get her way about things.

From the very beginning, Shelly always seemed to have a strange sort of fascination with a guy’s cum. Since that first time, when I had watched them from the closet, she always seemed to revel in the load of cum.

In my adult years, I’ve been with many women who would allow an internal cumshot but wouldn’t touch the stuff directly. If any got on their skin, they would towel it off immediately.

Shelly was different. She seemed to feel it was somehow her prize, her trophy, or something. She played with it, smeared it on her skin, licked it off things, and even took cum in her mouth right out of the cock. Most times, she swallowed it. Dad always seemed willing to oblige.

Speaking of cum, I had never realized just how much of a load Dad was capable of. I always assumed as I grew up I’d cum that much too. I wasn’t even close. Dad’s volume of cum was the subject of many conversations later in life. Shelly always claimed that if he went “without” for more than four or five days, his load would completely fill her.

I remember this one time in particular, when he led Shelly into his bedroom. He had her face down on the bed and was having a go at her from behind. Dad had placed a pillow under her hips. This pushed her butt upward. He had gotten astride her and spread her ass cheeks. Now, with a perfect angle, he was able to slide his cock right into her waiting cunt.

He must have been especially randy that day, because he got to slamming his hips against her like a wild man. He was so forceful that Shelly had to grab a hold of the bed sheets to keep from being pushed across the bed.

Dad had been going at her for several minutes when Shelly suddenly started wiggling and trying to push him off. He must have been really close to a cum and now she was trying to get him to pull out. Finally, he gave in and climbed off of her. He knelt down right alongside her, facing me.

I found this all out later. She wanted me to see the amount of cum he was filling her with.

Anyway, he now began fisting himself rapidly. He sort of hunched over her and was now using her butt as a target. Suddenly he groaned, stiffened up, and let fly a spurt of cum.

He convulsed at least eight or nine more times. Each lunge sent a rope of jism across her ass. Shelly just laid there smiling as Dad twisted and flailed about. His fist was now just a blur. He continued hand-jacking until his balls were completely drained.