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   {ASSM} {ASS} Rev Megan Jumanji/UpSkirt 7 {Ho Masubi} (Mf rom cons inc)

   Megan Jumanji/Upskirt by Ho Masubi





   INRODUCTION
WARNING:

   This story is sexually explicit in nature and should not be read by
anyone who is under the age of 18 or a not ready or willing to read such
material.

   First Amendment: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment
of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the
freedom of religion or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably
to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.



   1.  About the story Megan Revealed: The story is not advocacy fiction it
is a way to explore the issue of incest and underage sex.  The story
involves consensual sex between a pre-teen girl and her father.  The story
is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual activity.

   2.  Do not try this at home.  The characters in the story are
professionals and can not be injured killed suffer trauma or get pregnant.
The events depicted in the story are dangerous, possibly immoral and are
illegal in most states (check your local laws.)

   3.  Statement on incest and under age sex I would not want these events
to take place in this reality.  I have never had any interest in real
incest but fantasy incest seems very different.  Actually there seems to be
a biological aversion to incest.  Usually people are only attracted to
close relatives when they have been raised apart.  However there are
exceptions.

   Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense because the
potential for abuse is too great.  In an incestuous relationship or a
relationship with someone who is under age, the difference in power between
the two maybe so great, that there can be no consent.  This is not always
the case but laws are made for the greatest good for the greatest number
and are not made for any one individual case.  If an act is kept private
and no one is harmed then it's no one else's business.  Once it becomes
public or once someone is hurt then it becomes society's business.
Disclaimer:

   This is a work of fiction.  All information is the creation of the
author's imagination.  All persons, alive or dead, or events portrayed or
depicted in this story are fictional and any resemblance to real people,
organizations or incidents is purely coincidental.



   Preface

   NONE OF THE SEX ACTS IN THE STORY HAPPENED

   The story is based on and is much the same as the story "Megan
Revealed." The main character has changed so much that I felt that the
story should be renamed.  The sexual activity in the story serves as means
for the main character to achieve her goals and at the same time change
her. The story is about contrasts where contradictory forces drive the
action.  The story is what I call a girl power story.  Girl power stories
are stories where individuals, who society thinks of as weak and without
power shape the story, enjoy the sex, never feel threatened, and do not
suffer injury.

   The inspiration for the story came from an incident I had in a coffee
shop located in a book store.  A young lady came in with another person and
sat down at a table.  She sat across from me.  She wore a long white cotton
dress.  The skirt reached down to her ankles.  She managed to raise the
skirt to her midthigh with no seeming effort.  After the skirt reached her
mid-thigh she continued to use her skirt to flirt.  She flirted with me all
the while carrying on an innocent conversation with the person she was with
who seemed to know nothing.

   I have seen all the tricks done with skirts mentioned in the story.  No
one talks about it but using a skirt for flirting can be an incredible form
of performance art.  I wrote the story because I wanted to thank all those
who gave me so much pleasure and record their art and creativity for all
time.





   Megan Upskirt Jumanji by Ho Masubi



   I always wanted, to be his favorite; it's Thursday night and I feel
totally anxious, standing in front of the mirror drying my hair; I can't
stand being unimportant or ignored; I would rather die.

   A short see-through nightie makes no sense.  Better an innocent one
piece cotton gown; embroidered with flowers on top; a long skirt.  This way
I can control what he sees.  Men like dad just aren't smart when it comes
to clothes.  He'll be so surprised when I make it slide up over my knees
and he sees my pussy.  And then dad will beat the heck out of me.

   I'm silly he never beats anyone.  If he finds out I forgot my panties
he'll send me upstairs for them.  It's a rule and daddy never allows anyone
to break the rules especially the one about panties.



   If I get in trouble it's totally Courtney's fault.  I asked the kids I
have lunch with: They couldn't help they're too nice.  I see Courtney in
English.  She's smart and funny even if her friends are whores.  People say
whores are bad but Courtney and her friends so stick together.  Most girls
are into gossip and being popular but not them.  Courtney never talks about
her friends but she told me things about herself and I am proud to say I
never repeated any of it.  But the girls I have lunch with, tell on each
other all the time.



   Of course, if you ask for advice from a whore.  "Listen Megan; if you
want your dad to pay attention to you.  Wear something pretty and spread
your legs." "My dad isn't like other men: He's a strict Catholic; he always
wears a jacket in the house and he never raises his voice." "Men never turn
down a chance for sex." "But my dad isn't into sex." Courtney laughed and
said, "Your dad has five kids."



   I try to think about him kissing me.  I think he won't, if daddy wanted
sex he wouldn't have a rule about panties.  If he tries anything I'll have
to be brave like Courtney but it doesn't seem so bad.  Daddy is big; he has
jet black hair and rosy cheeks.  I actually think he's kind of handsome.



   I feel nervous about trying it until I think how I so totally hate
Emily, the oldest, because she's daddy's best friend.  They have private
business meetings together all the time.  I'm so jealous.  I always wanted,
dad to ask me to have a private business meeting.

   Samantha is older then me too.  He shows her stuff about the computer
because she's working on a software project for a science fair and he's
helping her.  I so wish daddy helped me with a science project.  He like
totally knows computers; I saw stories about him in computer magazines. 
Even here in Palo Alto they say he's a genius.  He quit his job to go into
business for himself.  He's designing a search engine for the internet.  He
says it will make us rich but we have to make sacrifices.  The sacrifice
was mommy.  She goes away for months and visits with presents and phone
calls and "I love you" but I hate her because I always wanted to be her
favorite then after I got to be her favorite she left and I'm nobody's
favorite now.



   I think how much he likes Crystal, she's younger and how much he likes
to watch her dance ballet for him.  Tommy is the youngest.  I guess he
likes him because he's a boy and he has his name.  Mom, when she's around
calls dad Tom so Tommy must be named after him.  I'm not named after
anyone. They do boy stuff together like going to ballgames and fishing.  I
wonder why he doesn't take me; I know it's because I'm a girl.  No, he took
the other girls to ballgames and fishing too, everyone but me.



   He asked me to go with them but I say no because he never wants to be
alone with me.  He never even drives me to theater practice on Saturday and
it's something I always wanted.  He spends time, alone time with everyone
but me.



   I wonder what's wrong: I work hard; get good grades; do my chores; I
look like everyone else but daddy ignores and avoids me.  No I look better.
Everyone says I'm like the prettiest girl in school.  When the newspaper
wants a picture of a pretty girl my age, they use mine.  I get the lead in
every play at The Palo Alto Children's Theatre but I can't count that
because I'm like totally into drama, I read more books and know more plays;
then any one I know; grownups included.  I memorized like all of
Shakespeare and other plays too.  I even know the modern ones; the kind
with the dirty words and if I want something I get it, no matter what rules
I have to break no matter who I have to hurt.  Still when my friends and I
analyze each others faces everyone says I'm the prettiest.



   I'm like smart too.  He should like a smart kid.  I know because I snuck
up and overheard mom and dad talking about me after a conference with my
teacher.  Dad said my IQ was higher then any of the other kids; even higher
then his.  I only get A's but I can't be that smart because I would like
computers or science instead of acting and reciting my poetry.  Still if
I'm smarter then the other kids I should be his favorite.  It's not fair.



   My hair feels dry and I check myself out.  The girl in the mirror is a
blue eyed blond: with white gold hair, not platinum, platinum is gross. 
Platinum is white hair polished up with an attitude and a new name.  I so
hate it when someone says I'm platinum.  Only a jerk would say it.  White
gold is the best color and it sets off my pail skin.  I've got a curvy
figure and a nice butt too.  Lately people, men grown men, look at it when
I wear something tight.  I catch them looking when I go to the mall.  I
know they want me and I feel proud even though it's a sin.  It makes me a
little afraid too.  If one of them got me alone he would so rape me.



   I look at my tits; I wear a bra to school.  Still I wish they were
bigger.  There sort of small because I'm young, but being young can be a
good thing too, because I'm smooth between my legs.  I hope I stay smooth
because shaving frightens me.  I finish brushing my hair so it looks nice.
I use the coral pink lipstick I stole from Emily.  Dad totally hates
orange. I couldn't find anything else in my room so I looked in Emily's.  I
only use a little I don't want her to know.



   I take an emery board from my bureau.  I feel the carpet on my feet when
I walk downstairs.  There's a rule about slippers too but bare feet on
carpets feel sexy.  I walk downstairs and I feel a breeze under my nightie.
I never played this game before and I feel sexy and afraid.  They started
the movie on the big TV without me.  Shows how important I am.  Dad gets
movies before they come out because he's a computer genius.  It's called
'Jumanji.' And it comes out next week.  Dad will probably ignore me and
watch the movie.



   Everyone's sitting around the TV watching except Dad and Emily.  They're
having one of their private business meetings.  He never had a private
business meeting with me, and it's something I always wanted.  I wonder
what they talk about: I'm never welcome in their conversation.

   He and Emily sit on the sofa with Emily on the side closer to the TV. 
She has to turn to watch it.  I sit on the upholstered chair facing the
sofa.  I pull my nightie up totally exposing myself and file my toenails
with the emery board.



   The silk cushion feels cool and slippery under my behind.  I forgot my
panties before but it's like different now.  I look at him, trying to get
his attention.  (He's wearing a brown corduroy jacket, with a green tie, a
red plaid shirt, blue jeans and tan loafers.) But daddy continues to talk
to Emily.  No one else like sees anything either.  I wonder what a girl has
to do to get noticed around here.



   I kick my legs like I have a cramp and go back to my nails.  Now he
notices: He really notices: I mean like he's staring at my

   pussy.  I can't hear him but I can see he's so confused; he keeps
getting mixed up.  He looks at Emily and it's like he tries to listen but
he keeps looking back.  He probably thinks it's just an accident.



   I can't let Emily find out so I turn sideways and pull my nightie down
and he returns to the conversation: He says nothing about panties. 
Courtney is right: All men want sex even dad.  It's so funny I want to
laugh.  My dad: the saint, ha, ha; the rule enforcer; like every other man
he cares more about sex then the rules but he so notices me and I like it.



   I sit down normally and it's more comfortable.  I watch TV for a while.
I hate the girl in the movie, she like runs away from the game and messes
everything up.  Movies always show girls as total cowards.  I swear if I
ever have an adventure I'll be totally brave and won't run away.



   I don't want him thinking I'm stupid or rude for exposing myself.  I
want him to know I did it on purpose.  So I point my knees at him to see if
he looks.  He keeps looking back and forth.  He looks so sad.  He thinks
because my nightie drops down to my ankles there's like no chance of his
seeing anything.  I can make it ride up by innocently shifting, and I do.

   He watches its progress as it moves two steps up and one step back.  I
want him to wonder if he's going to get another look.  He cannot see
anything but he's totally fascinated.  This girl knows drama and it's so
much fun.  Our eyes meet briefly.  He looks away and looks right back.  I
smile turn away and then I watch the TV.

   I hate the movie because they just roll the dice and run away.  I wish
something exciting or dangerous happens to me so I can act brave.  I
promise myself not to run away no matter how afraid I feel and to play
games to the end.  I'm not totally sure about the movie because I only
watch parts and I'm thinking more about dad.  My nightie completes its
journey to the middle of my thighs and my legs part.



   I can't look directly at him because I might so, tip, him off.  His eyes
dart around like an uncaught fly so I cannot tell what he's looking at.  If
I could look straight at his eyes I would totally know because I practice
in front of a mirror, just like any girl.

   I look at him out of the corner of my eye.  My legs move back and forth;
and his body seems to follow.  His eyes seem focused now.  I turn my legs
and point them down away from the TV.  I risk a quick glance and it looks
like he slid down the sofa and is looking up my gown.  It cannot be an
accident but he may be testing me.



   I'm afraid his eyes so lie in wait and I'm totally caught but I have to
know what he sees.  I look right at him and his eyes are trapped in the
silky web between my legs.  I so wish I could laugh but I want to reel him
in.

   I let a guy look up my skirt now and then but never like this.  I feel
totally excited and important.  He's so caught I can look and he'll never
know.

   My acting coach at the Children's Theater says every play is like a game
of peek-a-boo and it's the game I so play with dad.  It's "Boo" when he
sees everything and it's "Peek," when my legs press together and he like
peeks through the gaps between my legs and gown trying to see my pussy.  I
move suddenly enough to make him nervous and look around but smooth enough
to pull him to just where I want him; straight in front of me.  He's so
nervous but not sure I know because I turned my head so it looks like I'm
watching TV.

   How much he wants me, totally measures my importance in his eyes: and
the measure of his want is the amount of guilt he overcomes.  If I turn
quickly and catch him staring he'll feel so ashamed he'll stop.  If I let
him know I know, slowly he'll adjust to the idea and it won't seem so bad.
He'll feel excited like he's getting away with something, and his
excitement will make him want me more.  I want him to feel guilt; to want
me more then his guilt; to want me to spite his guilt; to want me so, I can
see he wants me in his eyes.

   He thinks all he needs to do is stop looking before I find out.  I'm
slowly turning my head; each time I move he thinks his odds of exposure
increase.  Yet each time I turn and appear not to know, the more excited he
gets.  His face so tells of the fight between caution and desire.  He fears
my eyes but stares at my thighs: like an addict using one last time, again
and again.



   I give a quick glance; my eyes so catch.  I flee afraid he saw me
staring; not knowing what caught my eye.  I review the scene in my mind and
know dad was looking up my gown; and I realize; a bulge grew in his pants
and it so attracted me I forgot everything.  I may get caught in the trap I
set for him but I can't help feeling proud, proud I made him hard.

   I give him an innocent look and catch his eyes.  It's like I'm happy he
notices me.  I smile closed lipped like I think he's so sweet.  I look away
and grin like I'm the happiest girl in the world.  I shift my eyes; catch a
glimpse and shift back too quick for him to see.  His expression says he
thinks he's smarter then me.



   I give a puzzled look; glance over like I just realize I was turning him
on.  I smile and give him a sympathetic look saying its ok I know men can't
help themselves.  He looks a little ashamed but I keep smiling until he
knows I'm not mad and he smiles back.  Then I place my hand between my legs
totally blocking his view.



   If he looks up my skirt again he's totally asking for it.  He pretends
to watch the movie.  But I'm not fooled.  I almost catch his eye.  I look
back, his eyes just left.  He can't win this game: I'm so much better.  I
review my list of eye tricks and choose a simple one called; 'The sky is
falling.' I look straight up, acting surprised knowing his eyes mirror
mine. He sees nothing and thinks that's the trick but it isn't.  The trick
is their eyes always return to where they were last.  When he looks away my
eyes follow in hot pursuit.  I pounce and catch him looking between my
legs. He's such an amateur.  I smile like I forgive him, not for losing at
eye tag of course but for trying to look up my skirt.





   Now he's too excited to care.  He wants to catch my eye to plead for
another shot.  We go back and forth a few times.  I look at the TV and
totally ignore him for a while.  I really watch the picture.  Like I try to
follow the action but it's only a collection of special effects and I've
seen better.  I so wonder why everyone else is interested in the movie. 
It's so lame but it keeps them totally occupied.  Now it's good to be
ignored.



   When I look back he's looking away.  I take the opportunity to look at
the bulge in his pants.  I so don't want him to catch me.  I shift my eyes
away just before he looks.  Then it's like we look at each other at the
same time.  He looks me in the eye and then looks between my legs a couple
of times he's so begging.  Bingo



   I smile and look like I feel sorry for him.  I shrug my shoulders and
slowly slide my hand from between my legs.  We look at each other and when
he looks between my legs I spread them a little more like I want him to be
happy.  I go back to watching TV like I'm not hot for him but I like him
enough to give him what he wants.



   After a few minutes my legs open and close giving him different views of
my pussy.  I want him totally entranced.  I so bring my A game.  He's lost
in a gaze.  He's completely out of it and only aware of my pussy.  I stop
moving and just leave my legs open to see if he notices anything.



   I feel proud but I'm not just a hole.  If he wants me to show him my
pussy he has to show me, he cares about the rest of me too.  He still keeps
staring so I slam my legs together; his head jerks up.  When he looks like
he cares about what I want I smile and spread my legs again.



   He gets back into it but knows enough to look at my face every once in a
while.  I move my legs again but I move for my pleasure as well as his. 
I'm not sure why but squeezing my legs together and rubbing them back and
forth while flirting with dad feels especially exciting.  I'm so into it
because I like the same place on him, he likes on me.  Girls do all the
work: it took

   effort to show him what I've got but his just pops up.  I made it
happen, not him.



   I feel so excited.  I wish this could go on forever.  I realize I'm
totally out of control but as the girl I should stay alert.  Poor dad, like
most men, he's a slave to his emotions.  They're dumb but they're pretty.



   It's like my job to save us from getting caught.  I look around and it's
lucky.  Emily stopped watching the movie and she's totally looking at me.
She knows something's wrong and being a girl she's smart.  She's going to
know soon if we keep it up.  I catch dad's eyes and look over at Emily so
he knows why we have to cool it.  I pull my legs under my nightie; forget
about him and watch TV.





   When the movie ends dad says, "Megan it's time for bed." I feel
disappointment and head for the stairs.  I guess I totally struck out. 
Maybe he tested me to see what kind of girl I am, and knows I'm bad.



   Then at the stairs I hear him telling the kids to go to bed and turn out
their lights and go to sleep.  It's a signal because he didn't tell me to
turn off my lights.  He wants them out of the way and he wants me to wait
for him, maybe.  I hope.  My first rendezvous?



   The kids are in their rooms and their lights are off.  I wait.  My
stomach knots at the sound of his steps.  I turn my lamp down low.  He
opens the door.  I'm so afraid of what he's going to do.  I move over
inviting him to sit down on the bed because if he sits down he has to be
nice even if he's mad.

   He sits down.  I feel so relieved.  He asks me about my day.  Then he
starts smoothing back my hair.  Oh, he really cares about me.  He says he
likes my hair best because it's platinum.  It's really white gold: I don't
mind; he's a man; he makes me happy.



   He says he really likes my legs and pulls back the covers.  He lifts my
skirt; it's my first time; I feel excited and exposed.  Something, someone
rises up and pulls the skirt above my butt.



   He says he can't stop thinking about me.  I'm so important to him; I had
no idea.  He treats me like I'm a woman he wants for a girlfriend.  I feel
like a deer caught in the headlights too frightened to move or say
anything. He smiles, and says he loves me, which gives me like a sinking
feeling in my stomach.



   He reaches under my nightie and rubs my tummy.  It feels kind of strange
because he is touching me in a new way.  When his hand goes near my pussy I
feel excited and scared.  Then he moves to the foot of the bed and bends
over and starts kissing the soles of my feet.  He asks me to lift up my
knees and spread my legs.  Someone, not me but she, opens them.



   He licks the soles of my feet and looks right at my pussy.  He sucks my
toes like they're nipples and then stops and slides up the bed toward me
again and strokes the inside of my thigh.





   It's totally shocking to see how much he's changed.  Is he really daddy
or an alien pretending to be daddy?  When he strokes my thigh I realize I
changed not dad.  I'm totally different since she woke up.  She's not
innocent like me; she's ignorant, strong and reckless.  She's not a girl;
she's a total animal.  She opens my thighs and wants him to touch my pussy.
His hand gets so close it drives her crazy.  Who is she?  She woke up when
I got dad excited; no she woke up when dad got me excited.





   I close my eyes and wait for him to touch it but instead he reaches up
under my nightie and starts caressing my breast.  It's disappointing but
playing with my tits feels special because he crosses the line.  This is
bad touching and we both know it.  It feels so wonderful.  It's the first
time anyone plays with my nipples openly for sex.  He's so in love with me.






   "Daddy, why do you totally ignore me?" "Sweetheart I'm afraid of my
feelings.  I feel so excited around you I felt afraid of losing control and
going to jail but now I can't help it." "Daddy I won't tell." Then he bends
over, kisses my vagina and tells me to take off my nightie.  I sit up and
pull it over my head.

   He takes off his shirt and jacket, kicks off his loafers and removes his
slacks.  He leaves on his underpants and the front of them is sticking
straight out.  I wish he took them off.  I never saw a man's penis before.

   He puts his arm around my shoulder and kisses the top of my head.  Then
he reaches under both arms and plays with my breasts.  I'm totally alone in
a room with a man who's playing with my tits and I feel like a little girl.
He's so nice saying he loves me and I'm pretty.  He says, he always wanted
me, ever since he saw me at a cast party in an orange dress and lipstick.
He says he can't stop thinking about me.  I tell him I thought he hated me
in the play and hated me especially in orange because he left the party
early.  He says he left because he was afraid of what he might do and he
thinks about me in the orange dress every night.  I feel so swept away.



   He tells me to lie down on the bed, facing away from him.  He pulls the
blanket over me.  I like the warmth.  He turns out the light, gets under
the covers, lies down behind me on his side and we spoon.  He kisses me on
the ear and cheek.  I smell him close to me: It's like a man's smell.  He
cups my breasts and I'm in a trance and feel possessed.  He fondles them
and it feels so wonderful.





   He turns my head and gives me my first passionate kiss and I feel
totally loved and warm inside.  He grabs my hips and I feel his penis
inside his underpants rubbing in my ass crack.  It feels like he's fucking
me.  I push against his prick so he can let go of my hips.  I so want him
back playing with my tits.  He's in tight and fondling my breasts again. 
He keeps humping my butt and I love it.  I love making dad totally hot for
me.  I like his rough hands.  Then he grunts and I feel the wetness of his
underpants.





   He turns my head and gives me a long deep kiss and says, "Sweetie I love
you but I need to go down to the workshop and write code." He sits up and
so do I, I wrap my arms around him and say "Daddy I so love you." I pull
his mouth to mine and we kiss passionately.  He holds me and buries his
face in my hair.  He gives me a little lip kiss that lingers through out
the night.







   On the bus; I feel tired, wet and totally frustrated.  It's lucky I
never put my nightie back on; I soaked the sheets and have to wash them.  I
wonder if everyone will know what happened last night.  After daddy left, I
kept waking up feeling his lips on mine.  I so should have paid better
attention to Courtney.  I touched myself for the first time, I didn't want
too but she made me, she won't even let me feel guilty.  She's mad, because
I couldn't come; I don't know how!



   I so have new eyes at school, her eyes.  I see sex all around me.  Girls
flirting with teachers; Teachers flirting with each other and wanting the
students; Woman teachers wanting boys; I see people using sex to get things
for themselves and to control others.  About half the kids are innocents
like the girls I have lunch with; none of them notices anything.





   Maybe I need new friends.  Maybe I should start hanging out with the
whores.  Courtney could introduce me.  I see Courtney after lunch in
English Class and when she sees me she starts laughing.  I blush because
she knows.  I sit next to her in class, but I won't look at her or talk to
her.  I also know, she's screwing her dad and she's totally into him.





   I keep thinking about dad the whole day: how much I love him; how
wonderful the sex felt; how special he made me feel; how wrong it is; that
I don't want to be a total whore and go to hell.



   I want to tell him but I feel so guilty.  Not just guilty about what
happened: I do feel guilty about that too but I think it's wrong

   not to go through with it.  I would like be breaking a promise.  I
didn't make a promise to anyone; certainly not my father.  This is my
chance to talk to him.  All the kids go to activities after school today
except me.  No one ever thought I could be good at anything, I guess.  They
come home in like 2 hours so I plan on talking to him first thing.  I bet
he's in the basement working on his search engine.  I'll say I love him and
I really loved what happened but we can't do it anymore; it's totally
wrong, especially between a girl and her father.



   I open the door and he's right in front of me.  He never waited for me
before.  I feel so shocked I can't move.  He closes the door; kisses me and
takes off my back pack.  It falls to the floor as he picks me up.  I can't
talk with his tongue down my throat.  It's so romantic he's carrying me
upstairs to my room or his I can't tell.  I guess it's my room.  I feel so
special I can't say the speech that's fading from my mind.



   "Megan I haven't been able to think of anything but you since last
night." What speech?  I say, "I thought about you too dad." Instead of
saying 'I thought about telling you we shouldn't have sex.' He really wants
me and I hate disappointing him.  No, it's I so love his paying attention
to me I don't want it to stop.  I love this too much: Stopping would be
wrong: I made a

   promise?



   He says, "I worried all day about what happen last night and the police.
But now we're alone." I feel excitement between my legs when he says 'we're
alone.' It's totally awesome going from girl ignored, to girl adored.  He
opens the door.  And I so smell roses.  Where are we?" "Honey you know my
room." "You got me roses?" I look around and it's clear he worked on the
room all day.  He bought flowers and pink satin silk sheets for the bed. 
"Oh God: Do I mean that much to you?" "You mean far more to me then I can
say my beautiful obsession.  I worship you."



   I realize he so wants me; even more then he ever wanted mommy and her
room belongs to me.  As they say pay back is a bitch.  No, I love her, I
guess.  Who knows what I feel.  I know it's wrong but I so want it.



   He sets me down next to his bed and pulls back the quilt.  He's taking
off my red plaid shirt.  He's almost done and now he's fumbling.  The
fumbling gets worse.  I hear the shirt rip as he yanks it open popping the
last two buttons.  He holds one arm and then the other pulling off the
shirt but before I can feel afraid, he kisses my chest and feels my tits. I
try to remember something I'm supposed to say but I cannot think, instead,
he's taking off my dark pink satin bra.

   I wonder; what's going to happen?  I hope it feels good like last night?
I want us to go all the way but I bet it's gonna hurt.



   I feel embarrassed until he kneels before me; pulling my jeans and white
cotton panties down around my knees.  He squeezes my ass and tries to kiss
my pussy.  He's so silly I want to laugh.  It's like he doesn't know he
cannot reach it with my legs together.  The poor guy like needs my help so
I put my hands on the back of his head and pull him; at the same time I
twist my legs outward, even though it hurts and thrust my cunt towards his
mouth.  I see him stick out his tongue as we approach.  He pulls and
squeezes me harder until I feel him give me a beautiful tongue kiss.  The
feeling's so intense I neither see nor hear: I only feel this beautiful
feeling.



   When my eyes clear I see the ceiling and feel the bed under me: I'm
lying on the bed with my feet on the floor.  He knocked me over with
pleasure.  He's holding my butt and licking my pussy.  I want to laugh at
his passion but he's so sweet I caress his hair instead.  He gives me a
kiss and stands.



   I look up and he's like across the room taking off his black cashmere
blazer and white silk shirt along with his red bow tie.  Next comes his
black wingtip shoes and socks but he leaves on his black wool pants.  Then
he sits down and looks at me.

   I don't want to seem like a jerk so I stand up and strip for him.  I
pull up my pants so I can take off my tan loafers.  I bend my knees and
grab each one from behind because I think it looks prettier.  I stand
barefoot; push my jeans down and step out of them while my panties bind my
thighs.  I sit, rock back and holding my panties slide one leg out of them
and then the other, I stand and throw them to him.  He jumps up, catches
them and comes toward me.



   I feel the cool air on my skin, it gives me a chill.  I never felt so
vulnerable.  I can't believe it could ever feel routine.  It's so exciting
being a woman getting ready for sex: a woman who like seduces her father
and betrays her mother.



   He seems so passionate: picking me up, (he's so strong,) and pushes me
down on the soft, slippery, cool, pink satin sheets.  I love their feel on
my bare skin.

   He slides off the bed, puts my shoes and clothes underneath.  It's
confusing because he suddenly seems very calm.  When he gets on the bed his
passion returns and he's caressing me and giving me wonderful kisses.  I
feel like I did last summer when I drank a couple of glasses of wine: I
feel drunk; drunk on love.  He sucks my tits and licks my nipples and the
feeling drives me totally crazy.



   "Roll over on your tummy honey." "Ok dad." I hope he's not gonna, fuck
my butt again.  I want to come this time.  I feel him spreading my cheeks.
Oh, my God his tongue is on the outside but he's licking my ass hole.  "Dad
it's totally wrong.  You're sick" "I want you to know how much I want you.
I know you like it." "It feels like heaven but it's totally dirty:" "It's a
privilege to lick your ass because I wanted you for so long." He kisses it
again and moves down my crack.  He stops and says, "I wouldn't do this for
anyone else." "But daddy it's a sin." "Megan I only wish God and your
mother were here to see this." "Tom you're fucken crazy." Did I say that?
No she did, and she's crazier then dad.  What's happening?



   He licks my pussy from behind and pushes his wet slippery tongue in me.
A man is inside for the first time.  He rolls me over; his tongue enters my
pussy again and it so feels like heaven.  I know I want him and feel proud
he's the first one.  I can hear wet sounds as he licks me.  I'm losing
myself and she's getting stronger: I fade with every lick.  His finger
enters as he licks my vulva.  When his tongue hits a bump I feel like a
shock of pleasure.  Courtney calls it a clit.  He eats me and his hands
move over my body; touching my ass, stomach and breasts igniting feelings
unknown.  His fingers run through my vulva and he plays with my clit as his
tongue continues to pleasure my pussy.  He brings me close to an orgasm
time after time and backs off.  I never had an orgasm.  It's like torture
being stimulated this way without relief.



   I feel like I'm beginning to come and say, "Take me!  Take me!" but he
stops and holds me until I think I'm calm and blurt out he should stop.  He
jumps up and heads for the door, leaving me in total regret.  Courtney
would be ashamed.  I tell him I didn't mean it but the bastard opens the
door.  I'm like the girl in the movie last night.  I don't want to be her.



   The next thing I know I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him back
into the room and as I do, the door closes.  "Please don't' stop." "But you
asked me to?" I swing him around and push him toward the bed.  "I need you
totally.  I couldn't stand it if you didn't take me." He tries to pull away
but I hold on.  "Please daddy I want you." I push him back toward the bed
and punch his chest.  He says, "Ok start begging." "What do you mean?" "If
you want it start rubbing your pussy and beg me to fuck you."



   He knew all along.  The son of a bitch played me, ever since he had to
close the door, for the stunned little girl; who just came home from
school. He may not know girl stuff but I totally underestimated him.  How
could I be so stupid when people say he's like the smartest man in Palo
Alto?  He exaggerated his passion because he knew my passion would mirror
his, and wanting my desire to exceed my reason; he offered me no relief.



   He wants me to feel guilt; to want him more then my guilt; to want him
to spite my guilt; to want him enough to beg so I can never complain.  Now
I know the pleasure I gave him.



   I find I like don't have to do it.  My reason may be gone but not my
will.  It's strong enough to ditch my passion but it would be totally
wrong. I'd be like breaking an agreement; an agreement with who?  I don't
know.  I started this because I wanted to be his favorite but by stopping
now I'd be so running away like the girl in the movie.  Now I remember.  No
wonder I forgot.  I made the promise to myself.  Promises we make to
ourselves, are the most important ones we make, but they're the ones, we
most often forget.  When I watched the movie I promised I wouldn't run away
and I'd play till the game's over.  If I stop I'd be a total coward: the
story becomes a tragedy: and dad's a monster.  If I keep playing, it still
may be a tragedy but it might turn out to be a love story or porn.



   Not porn.  I never saw porn but I heard porn stories are like where
girls rip off their clothes for no reason and run out in the street yelling
'fuck me,' 'fuck me' and a motorcycle gang just happens to come along.  Not
this girl: Not any girl I think.  Ok not porn but this could be a sex
story, where sex is exciting and part of the story too.



   He shakes me a little; he's impatient because he wants me so.  This
drama is so exciting.  "Stop staring and answer." He tries to act cool but
I know he's totally desperate.  "What's it gonna be, slut?" If I don't beg
I'll like lose my self respect.  "Dad I so beg you please."

   He steps back and sits down on the side of the bed.  "Squat down and
finger yourself in front of me, whore." I squat like a creature from the
rain forest and finger myself.  My legs channel the musky incense smoke of
passion, enveloping the little girl: When the smoke clears; my body, a
woman's body becomes me for the first time.  "You humiliated yourself now
get on your knees."



   When I kneel he says, "Say; I'm a dirty cock sucking whore.'" He seeks
to trap me with my words but I embrace the new me.  "I'm a dirty cock
sucking whore." I look down at the floor totally degrading my old self and
embracing my sensuality.  "Liar you haven't sucked my cock, yet.



   Tell me Megan, do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, daddy I never wanted
anything so much in my life." It's so dirty calling him daddy it feels
electrifying.  "Do you want to commit incest with me?" "Yes please fuck
me." "That's not enough say the words." "What do you want me to say?"
"Repeat after me, 'I want us to commit incest and I want you to commit
adultery with me?'" The bastard is like a lawyer wanting me to sign off on
every sin but it feels so good to wallow; I'm grateful for his
manipulation, for the chance to hook him with my submission.  I'm so
excited I can't repeat what he said exactly but this girl knows drama and I
so live my part.  "Yes Daddy, I totally want us to commit incest and
adultery.  I'll gladly go to hell if you just fuck me."



   "Ok cocksucker, open my fly and put my dirty cock in your mouth." I
unzip, pull down the front of his red briefs and take out his cock.  I
never saw a hard one before.  It looks totally beautiful; beautiful but
like obscene somehow; and it's bigger much bigger then I thought.  It's
scary too like its dangerous but I know I must satisfy his cock: it's not a
choice.

   I hold his penis with both hands like a snake until dad shows me how to
stroke it.  Then I kiss and lick his penis making sure it's wet enough.  I
look at it glisten with my saliva; listening to its demands, demands for my
submission; to sacrifice myself for its pleasure while hearing my body
answer its call, calling it inside; ordering me to get it.  I'm scared like
I'm about to jump.  I take a deep breath; plunge his dirty cock deep in me;
rubbing it with my throat, dirtying my insides for his obscene pleasure.

   It's exciting but hard to breathe; I'm proud but I want to puke; I feel
like I'm in heaven but I know I'm totally going to hell.



   I like want to please him no matter how degrading so I coax his passion
until he erupts.  I pull back; suckle his penis; he comes in my mouth.  His
come smells totally gross but it like excites me.  I increase my passion by
swallowing his.  He's yelling and totally out of control.  I keep
swallowing and sucking: feeling my power over him grow with my submission.
He begs me to stop but I like keep sucking until he comes no more.





   He stands, tells me to take off his pants, I rise unbuckle unbutton and
shove; he falls, I grab and pull off trousers they drop he bounces; I
snatch underpants throw them over my right shoulder.  I'm a total whore.



   I jump: he catches; French kiss; turns me over plants me on the bed.  He
goes down, eats me, I arch my back; he keeps tonguing me as I run my
fingers through his hair; this isn't love it's lust and it's totally
better. If I'm not so horny I'd want him to do this forever.  He tongues my
clit intensely and I feel a rhythm inside: I'm coming for the first time.
It's more a relief then anything else.

   As my coming increases in intensity my back arches more and more.  I
twist my head so I can see him licking my cunt sticking up in the air. 
When I peak I fall back to the bed, he pushes his finger in my hole and
rubs the base of my pussy, prolonging my orgasm.  Then he sits up; takes
the tube of lubricant, he strategically placed; on the headboard, next to a
jar of Vaseline, in expectation.  The lubricant feels warm and smells nice
as he rubs it and works it up inside.  He puts my middle finger on my clit
freeing his hands.  I finger myself as he opens the jar of Vaseline.  I'm
still coming.  It's like the movie last night I'm a little girl who started
a game she didn't understand; except I'm brave, crazy enough to play this
out.

   When he puts the Vaseline on his dick everything changes and it's not a
movie; it's scary and totally gross.  What am I?  What did he do to me? 
Dad planned this and played me like I played him and he wants me too much
to protect the little girl I am inside.  Instead he's going to stab her
like every girl made into woman.



   Because he came before and I'm coming now, I couldn't be more ready.  He
rubs the head of his cock against the outside of my pussy.  He says "I'm
going to take your cherry.  The faster I do it the less it hurts.  Spread
your legs as wide as you can." I straighten my legs up in the air and
totally spread them; he thrusts; I feel an explosion of pain.  It's agony
but it goes as quickly as it came and it's just sore.  I feel like people
in the movies look when they get run through; because I'm more shocked then
hurt.



   The guy starts fucking me with little strokes which make me wet and
reduces the pain.  It feels good and hurts at the same time.  It's so
wonderful having him work his way in me: Sharing this journey with him
means so much.  He feels it too and says, "Megan I love feeling the inside
of your pussy." "Dad I so love you being totally inside of me."



   He stops making progress and fucks me in one place, "You know it's going
to hurt sometimes." I hug him and kiss him on the cheek.  I push my face
against his head until he gives way and we are face to face.  He
understands and he kisses me passionately to distract my body.  We both
push hard and he slides in a lot deeper with less pain then expected.



   He goes wild fucking me.  It feels wonderful.  I feel more and more
excitement.  I start to push up and he goes in more.  "Baby I'm not in you
all the way." "I totally want you in me but I'm not your baby.  Call me
anything else even 'cunt,' but not "baby." I push up and he squeezes my ass
and pushes down.  It hurts but its ok.  We push until I feel his pubic bone
press against mine.  It feels wonderful.  I'm proud he's inside me.



   "Oh daddy you're totally up me: Your penis is an organ in my body." He
says, "I'm in you: I'm part of you: This is the greatest moment in my
life." We hold each other unmoving.  I'm hugging him as hard as I can and
his hand squeezes my ass so hard it should hurt.  No it hurts but I like
him holding me like this.  I feel my pussy wrap around his cock and his
cock change shape so it matches my pussy.



   He feels drops on my cheek and pushes his head up so he can see my face.
"Does it hurt a lot, sweetheart?" "No it just feels so wonderful." We are
one and I see his eyes glisten; His wet falls from his eyes mixing with
mine rolling down my cheek.  He licks and gives me salty kisses.



   Then I feel his cheek next to mine and we hold each other.  We enjoy the
feel of our natural vibrations rubbing us together.  We want the feeling
more so we make tiny movements and savor them.  Yet each feels so good we
move more and more until our lust overcomes our love and we both start
fucking at exactly the same time.



   I love his fucking until he tries to get fancy.  This is ridiculous. 
"Tom I totally need you to fuck me.  You can be artistic next time.  Don't
act like a jerk; just fuck me: fuck the living shit out of me." He goes
crazy.  He keeps banging me.  We move all over the bed and he lifts me up
and slams me down.  He's shaking me to death and I don't care.  I drop the
burden of self and float into the ecstasy of now.  Not past not future not
direction their lies drop away.  I'm pleasure.  I'm everything.  The
feeling lasts forever.  Time starts with the feel of vibration, the
vibration of our orgasm, my orgasm.  I'm coming.  I hear my soft cries of
auh auh auh ooou and dad groaning on top of me.  The coming fades like the
sounds of thunder in the distance.



   Just as I accept it's over: He violently grabs and pulls quilt: I hear
the door; he rolls out of me, I'm under cover and he's on top, I cannot see
but I hear Emily say, "Dad, Meghan dropped her backpack right in front of
the door and I almost tripped.  She did it before and knows." Dad says,
"Just like you know you're supposed to knock before you come in" "daddy you
don't have any clothes on," "that's why you should knock.  Now put Megan's
backpack in her room and I want you to stop spying on her." "But daddy;
she's dangerous." "You heard me young lady." She closes the door.



   I pop up from under cover.  "Daddy why did Emily say I'm dangerous?"
"She has this crazy idea that when you want something you would do anything
to get it." I feel a little flush of anger and say, "She's so paranoid."
"You're right about Emily.  I know you're a sweet girl.  We need to talk
about how to handle this." "You mean a meeting?  What do you call them
anyway?" "They're called private business meetings and we're going to need
to have a lot of them, I'm afraid."

   "I'm not really into meetings, but if that's what you want.  We can talk
when you drive me to theater practice tomorrow.  Daddy do you have any
bubble bath?" "I'm sure there is some in my bathroom left over from
before." I give him a hug and a kiss and say, "Please start my bath and add
bubbles.  I'm going to take a bathrobe from your closet: I'd ask you to get
it but there's one in there, I always wanted.

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   This is a girl power story; stories where with consent and romance where
everyone has power and enjoys sex but no one becomes pregnant or is raped,
assaulted, tortured or murdered.

   Let me know if you like girl power stories.  Email
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