index


Message-ID: <62236asstr$1341432602@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: xsxs-musicman@usa.net
Z-USANET-MsgId: XID223qgDNNh7088X23
Subject: {ASSM} "A WIDOWER'S DIARY," Pt. IV, by musicman (MF, Mf/inc)
Lines: 112
Date: Wed, 04 Jul 2012 16:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


With many thanks to Denny, I hope
I have this in the right format
now.  I'll learn, eventually, if
this diary continues ... :>)

<1st attachment, "Diary Pt. 4.doc" begin>

A WIDOWER'S DIARY, Part IV
Part 1 is here: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated
/Year2011/61081Part 2 is here: <a
href="http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Mode
rated/Year2011/61432">http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.
Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2011/61432</a> 
Part 3 is here:  
 https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.sex.stories.moderate
d/cImMoj1CbOY

Tags:  MF, Mf
[These stories include fictional scenes of father-daughter
incest. If  such scenes may be offensive to you, please do not
read them. If you are not an adult, please leave this page now.]
I had known that there would be rough spots in my life after
Anastasia's arrival, but I had no idea just HOW rough.  Bron made
it more than clear that she would have nothing to do with Annie,
and nothing that I or Annie said to her seemed able to change
that.  When I drove Bron to school in the morning, she didn't say
a word.  She wouldn't join us for meals, but ate hers cold after
Annie and I had finished.
To try to keep the tension-level down, I tried to have sex with
Annie only when Bronwyn wasn't in the house (which was a lot of
the time, these days; I was worrying more and more about what she
might be doing with Jason, the next-door-neighbor's kid to whom
she had lost her virginity).  But then one evening, when the wine
we'd had with dinner seemed to turn up Annie's hormone level past
the "fuck me NOW!" point, we ended up in the master bedroom while
Bron sat down to eat.  The TV was on in the living room, where
Bron had been watching some stupid 'reality show,' so I wasn't
worried about Annie's tendency to be, shall we say, somewhat
vocal about her orgasms.
Annie wasn't in the mood for subtlety, so we skipped the usual
foreplay and got down to business quickly.  She was on her knees
and elbows and I was pounding deep inside her when the bedroom
door opened.  Bron stood in the doorway and said, "If you two are
going to fuck when I'm around, the LEAST you can do is to do it
quietly.  I have homework to do."   She turned and slammed the
bedroom door behind her.  
That slight interruption managed to relieve my cock of its
erection faster than a cold shower; I couldn't finish what I had
started with Annie, who was more than angry when she had to
settle for my finger-fucking her instead.  I knew this situation
couldn't continue, but I didn't know how to end it.  I couldn't
send Bron to live with relatives; we didn't have any except for
my deceased wife's mother, who was far too old to take on a
16-yr-old granddaughter.  Trying to get through to Bron was like
talking to the proverbial stone wall.  Nothing I said to her got
through.  "Give Annie a chance, Bron; she wants to be a good
stepmother to you" brought the response "I didn't ASK for a
stepmother, I don't WANT a stepmother, Mom was the only mother
I'll ever need."  
"I brought Annie here more for you than for me, so that you and I
could get back to our old relationship of father and daughter" 
produced, "Yeah, you brought her here for me.  Right.  You said
you love me, but now you don't want me, and that's being done for
ME?  SURE it is."
I told her I was worried about what she might be doing with
Jason, as a way of getting back at me.  She said, "Dad, not that
you care that much about my pussy, but nobody has been inside it
since you decided it wasn't good enough for you.  Jason has
tried, but I don't want him.  I want ... I want ... I WANT YOU,
DAMN IT!"  Bursting into tears, she had run from the house at
that point.
I told Annie about all this.  Two days later, she informed me
that I wasn't the man she thought she was coming to be with, and
she was going back to Kiev, and would I please get her plane
ticket right away.  "Your daughter makes things not possible,
Harry.  She angers so much, and you are impossible to deal with
her."  OK, not the best English, but plain enough.  I got the
ticket, and as fast as she had come, Anastasia left.  It was a
school day, so Bron wasn't even around, which is likely just as
well.  She dragged in after school, morose as usual these days,
but she didn't notice that Annie wasn't around until I put some
microwaved supper on the table and called her to come eat. 
"Where's your Russian whore?," she asked in what had become her
regular refrain about Annie.  "Annie flew back to Kiev today,
Bronwyn.  Things just didn't work out for us."  
"Oh.  Well, that's not such a bad thing.  I suppose it's all my
fault, though, right, Dad?"  "I think it's not a question of
fault, Bron, or if it is, there's plenty to go 'round between you
and me both.  I'm sorry for Annie, though, it must feel like even
more of a failure to her."
We ate our supper in silence after that.  I was emotionally
drained, and had an extra Rusty Nail and went to bed.  Before
falling asleep, I thought I heard Bron crying, and proved my
not-being-such-a-great-dad self-evaluation by not going to her. 

When I awoke the next morning, Bron was lying beside me.  At
least she was wearing pajamas.  I managed to get up without
waking her, and used the downstairs bathroom before going to the
kitchen to make coffee.
                       ___________________________________
xsxs-musicman@usa.net

<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+