Tracy And Dad

Tracy And Dad
I met Brad on line back in 1996 when incest sites were all over the Internet. The laws were a lot different then. For instance, while it was illegal to post or download kiddy porn, it was legal to view it. This included actual photographs of little girls getting fucked while they sucked, the whole nine yards. Brad started his own chat room on Excite under the heading of “Relationships.”

The following is his story as I remember it. There is a certain surreal quality to it that makes me want to cry for him, his daughter Tracy and his ex wife.
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Brad came home from work and found his wife naked and passed out. She was naked and he could smell the pungent aroma of recent sex in the living room. There were six empty beer cans on the floor. Their four-year-old daughter Tracy was watching television in the kitchen. He took a pitcher of ice water out of the fridge and poured it all over his wife.

As soon as she started to regain consciousness he took her into the shower and helped her get cleaned up. The next morning he got his wife checked into a hospital, took his daughter to work with him and searched for a live in baby sitter. Dorothea, a pretty young Hispanic was sent over from the state employment agency. He moved her in and tried to run his small machine shop as he worked an eight-hour day.

For the next two years his wife was in and out of psych wards in a continual cycle. She would come home, wash her antidepressants down with beer and go on a sexual rampage. Then she would come down, repent, and finally go through the same cycle of psych ward, home, beer and pills, go out or bring men home for an afternoon of sex, and repent once more after she sobered up.

Dorothea stayed with them through all those cycles. Finally the day came when he was locked out of his house and served with divorce papers. His now ex-wife and daughter moved to San Francisco. Dorothea stayed behind and moved in with Brad on a temporary basis. Brad finally sued and got joint custody. This meant Tracy lived with her mother during the school year and with Brad during the summer months.

Tracy was six the first summer she lived with her father. Dorothea had moved out just a month before Tracy came to stay with him. The first night she climbed in with her father in the middle of the night. Brad was not even aware of her when she climbed in.

The next morning Tracy was snuggled up against him. “I got lonely, Daddy,” she told him. He kissed her and they got dressed. She went to work with Brad and played out back of the shop with twin girls her age that came to work every day with their mother, a secretary in the shop next door.

He took her out to eat at lunchtime and tried to get reacquainted with his daughter. He became angry and even considered taking a quick trip up to San Francisco to kill his ex. That one never got past the thinking stage.

When they got back from lunch Brad made one decision to take the rest of the day off. His contracted jobs were well ahead of schedule. “Irene,” he told his secretary, “This is a TGIF type Friday. Tracy and I are going to take the rest of today off and go away for the weekend.”

Irene, a motherly woman in her sixties smiled and nodded. Brad told Milt his machinist and Jimmy, the shop helper the same. He handed them both their paychecks and left. When they were a short distance from the shop Tracy told him, “I missed you Daddy.” She snuggled up against him and sighed. She also placed a possessive hand on his right thigh. She giggled when his leg twitched.

Once back at the apartment he asked her, “You want to go swimming?”

“Uh huh,” she answered.

“Did you bring a swim suit?”

“I don’t have one,” she told him.

“No matter,” he grinned. You just wear your panties. I’ll get my trunks on and we’ll get in the water.”

Tracy had a great time splashing around after they got in the water. Brad watched her and became angry all over again how the courts of California favored a psychotic slut over a hard working father. It seemed so unfair. Then he turned his attention back to his daughter.

Tracy was splashing with a young boy about her age. He relaxed and watched them have fun and just be kids. She had begun to turn pink across the shoulders. “Come on, Honey, time to go in.”

When she got out of the water and hurried to him he saw she might as well be naked. Her tiny Venus mound showed clearly through her wet panties. “That was fun, Daddy, let’s do it some more tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “But first we get you a swim suit. You look naked there.” They went inside and he told her to get ready to go shopping. The clothing she brought with her was all old and worn looking.

At the children’s clothing store he was informed, “You will have to go back to the fitting room with her. We do not permit unattended children back there.”

“Come on little squirt.” He led her back and began to fit her in a swimsuit. They finally decided on a two-piece set that left little to the imagination.

While she tried on her panties and skirts he got an erection watching her. That surprised him. He had never felt the urge to fool around with little girls before. He decided it was because he had not had sex since Dorothea had moved out to live with another family.

“You got a woody, Daddy,” Tracy giggled and gave it a squeeze.

“Ah yeah.” He was embarrassed.

“Let’s go,” she said and tugged at his hand.

Once home they watched television for a while and went out to eat. After pizza and a few games Brad took her home a troubled man. When he had seen his daughter’s Venus mound in the clothing store he had let his finger rub lightly over it. Tracy saw his erection through his pants and squeezed it and laughed. He had liked it. Then he realized he had made a decision. He wanted sex with his daughter.

That night she told him, “I want to sleep with you, Daddy.”

“Okay,” he answered.
Since he got in bed naked so did she. She snuggled up against him and he hugged her bare body closer to him. They went to sleep. She grabbed hold of his hard penis in her sleep and he woke up hard and ready. He fucked her hand until he cum on her and on himself.

He got up and started the shower. “I’m all yucky,” Tracy told him and stepped in next to him. “You got a woody,” she said as he became hard once again.

“It looks that way.” His conscience bothered him as he asked her, “You want to hold it?”

She grabbed hold and it got harder. “You want to kiss it?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” she said and placed her lips against the head.

“Suck it,” he whispered.

“Okay.” She opened her mouth and took the head in her mouth. In a couple of minutes he cum and she gagged. “Yuck!”

Brad led her out of the shower and dried her off. He laid her on the bed and sat down beside her. He fondled his daughter and asked, “Do you like this?”

“Uh huh,” she answered.

“How about this?” he asked and slipped the end of his little finger in her.

“Ouch!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful.” He stroked her vagina and made certain he rubbed the area where she would grow a clit some day.

She spread her legs wider and he slipped his little finger in again, just a little. “I like that,” she said.

After a while she had enough and said, “No more.”

“Honey,” you must never tell anyone else what we are doing. I could get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out, especially your mother.

“I know, Daddy. Perry licked my pussy and Mom caught him and the cops took him away. This will be our secret.”

They loafed around the house all morning, had tacos for lunch and went to a movie in the afternoon. When they got home they undressed and Tracy sucked him again. This time she did not gag.

Brad worked his little finger in her a little deeper. Then he slipped the tip of his tongue in her. She loved it.

That set the modus of their relationship for the rest of the summer. “I don’t want to go home, Daddy,” she told him. She clung tightly to her father. “I don’t want to go back to that old shit house and crazy Mom.

Brad got a haggard look as he answered, “I’ll get my lawyer busy and try to find some way for me to get custody. They put a lot of tongue into their last goodbye kiss and she got on the plane.

Brad went back to the empty existence he had before Tracy came to visit for the summer.