Family Fun - Volume 1 - Ginny Watson - ebook
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10 Taboo tales of Incest! Daddy and Daughter, Brother and Sister... all having naughty family fun!Featuring: Milked By Daddy, Sold By Daddy, Spank Me Daddy, Sharing Ava, Brotherly Love, Sister and Brother, My Brother's Pet, Camping With Daddy – Part 1, Camping With Daddy – Part 2 and Camping With Daddy – Part 3 

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Table of contents

Family Fun – Volume 1

Copyright

Milked By Daddy

Part 1

Sold By Daddy

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Spank Me Daddy

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Sharing Ava

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Brotherly Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Sister & Brother

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

My Brothers Pet

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Camping With Daddy

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Camping With Daddy

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Camping With Daddy

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

A note from Ginny.

Family Fun – Volume 1

10 Taboo Tales of Incest

Milked By Daddy

Sold By Daddy

Spank Me Daddy

Sharing Ava

Brotherly Love

Sister and Brother

My Brother's Pet

Camping With Daddy – Part 1

Camping With Daddy – Part 2

Camping With Daddy – Part 3

Ginny Watson

Copyright

Layout Copyright © 2017 by Annamunde Publishing. Published 2017 by Annamunde Publishing. Ebook design by Annamunde Publishing. Cover art by Annamunde Publishing.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the authors permission.

Authors note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Milked By Daddy

Part 1

Jodie married young. But she didn't really have too many options, knocked up on her eighteenth birthday... the family really needed a scapegoat.

Now she was eight months gone and four months married, and her stand-in husband was away on contract. He had impregnated her, or so he believed, the month after she had come of age... and Jodie's dad had instantly seen the advantages in shifting the blame... so okay, the timing wouldn't be perfect, but a dumb-ass like Bobby could barely count, and all Jodie had to do was flutter her eyelashes and he would believe that black was white if she said so. An eight month pregnancy could be explained away, he was looking forward to the birth in May, she was actually due at the beginning of April... but he would believe!

***

Colin Anderson had tried to blank that night from his mind, had it truly been accidental? Sober he could lay hand on heart and swear he hadn't known it was his own daughter, after all, hadn't he spent most of the party groping her slutty best friend Sue, hadn't he been on a promise as she had sat on his lap and driven him crazy grinding her slack but very wet pussy onto his swollen groin. He had fucked her, and fucked her hard, and the dirty little slut had moaned and groaned like a cheap hooker as he bent her over and hammered his stiff cock balls deep in her.

So clearly when he found her spread wide and bending for him again over the sofa he hadn't said no, who would... how many other fifty something guys got to fuck willing and very wet teens?

Sober he could deny, but as he worked his way through a bottle of scotch the story in his mind began change!

Hadn't he always admired his daughter Jodie, the way that she had developed from a gangly and awkward young girl into a shapely and very sexy young woman... and of course he was proud that she was so pretty, and how perfectly her tits filled her tight t-shirts... and how her nipples always seemed to be so hard and erect.

“If she wasn't my Jodie!” He would whisper. She reminded him so much of her departed mother, the love of his life and the woman no other could ever replace.

He would feel his cock start to swell as he pictured her in his mind, the accidental glimpses that are bound to happen in a small house with a single bathroom, he had walked in on her several times, only to swiftly back away with burning cheeks and images of her perfect tits branded into memory... and she had walked in on him almost as often.

And she always glanced at my cock before she squealed and turned away.

Could I have ignored the obvious? He couldn't say he hadn't ignored after a few drinks, because thinking back it should have been obvious, Jodie had been wearing a dress, her slut friend was dressed in tight jeans, he had already peeled the denim down once that night but he clearly remembered lifting a long skirt to get at the floral panties.

I knew it was Jodie... but I fucked her anyway!

Colin poured another drink, it was still early but he was off work, he didn't need to be sober, he had no commitments... until he heard a key in the door.

It was Jodie, it had to be... no-one else had ever had the key.

And I'm drunk, and sat here in my underwear! Colin shook his head and tried to stand, just before hearing her familiar voice.

“Hi Dad, it's only me!”

He wanted to warn her, don't come in Jodie, I'm not even half dressed, but the lounge door swung open and she bustled in carrying a belly fit to burst.

“Have you just got up?” she laughed and dropped a stack of square metal foil containers onto the coffee table beside his half full scotch.

“Looks like it,” Colin chuckled, “Give me a minute to get decent.”

Jodie smirked. “Don't stress on my account! Hang on, just sit there, let me get you a fork... I got us an Indian to share.”

Colin watched her walk away and smiled, she had been so quick to forgive. And she had moaned just as loud as her friend as he drove himself deep into her tight hole... now that was something else that should have told me it wasn't Sue he realised, his daughter was tight, her pussy had gripped him so wonderfully whereas her friend had felt like he was hammering away at jelly, soft and sloppy and as far from tight as it would ever be possible to get.

The way she pushed back as I pounded her, the way she groaned and begged for more! Colin shuffled uncomfortably as the memories caused the front of his boxer shorts to tent. Damn, now I really do have to get dressed he moaned, but too late, Jodie was already returning with plates and forks.

She looked... again! Colin felt an involuntary twitch, Jodie had sat on the sofa opposite him, and as she peeled the top away from steaming curry she stared openly at the growing bulge.

“Having naughty thoughts... dad?” She winked and began to dish rice onto the plates.

“That noticeable is it?” he laughed nervously, she was being so matter of fact... considering they had never really discussed what had happened in any depth.

“Very noticeable!” she chuckled, “Is it for me?”

Colin coughed, Jodie smiled and passed his plate. “It's hot dad, be careful you don't burn him!”

Colin felt his cheeks flush as he nodded. “Thanks love,” he mumbled as he set the plate on the arm of the chair. “I think I should put some trousers on.”

Jodie shrugged, “If it makes you more comfortable. Personally I don't mind seeing you hard... but you still didn't answer me... were you thinking about some hot babe to get you like that?”

Safer ground he decided and nodded.

“Is she hot?”

Colin smiled. “Yeah... Incredibly hot!”

“She fucks well?”

“The best I've ever had.”

Jodie nodded, “Cool... so how many times have you fucked her?”

“Just once!” Colin replied and scooped rice.

“So I guess if she was that amazing you wouldn't say no to fucking her again?”

Fuck! Alarm bells rung in his head and his embarrassment deepened as his cock twitched violently, the movement bringing a knowing grin to his daughters lips as she stared at his groin.

“I would do anything to fuck her again,” he began, “But I'm not so sure it would be a good idea.”

Jodie nodded but didn't reply as she chewed a lump of chicken.

“Damn, this is something I never bargained on!” Jodie groaned and placed her plate on the table before sliding a hand up inside her t-shirt. “I'm leaking again... just look dad!”

Colin swallowed hard as his daughter lifted her t-shirt and bra to expose a pair of tits full and tight.

“They started too soon, and now they get really painful if I don't express the milk... can you grab a bowl from the kitchen for me!”

In a daze Colin stood, his erection now completely full at the sight of her hard nipples dribbling watery milk. “Yeah, of course.” he stammered and raced away to return only seconds later. What she was doing was natural, but the setting was surreal.

“Hold the bowl for me please dad,” she said quietly as she gently pressed her areola and gasped as her milk spurted like a creamy lawn sprinkler, the tiny jets shooting in all directions. Moments later she giggled as Colin flinched. “Sorry dad, I wasn't really aiming for you.”

A fine mist had coated his lips and Colin faced a quandary, to lick or not? He wanted to so badly, but it didn't seem right... it was his own daughters milk after all.

“This just isn't working,” she groaned, “At the flat I've got a breast pump that sucks it out of me quickly, and the discomfort soon passed, but doing it like this is impossible.”

“Do you want me to go to your flat and get it for you?” Colin stood quickly but froze as Jodie stopped him by grasping his hard cock through his boxers.

“No dad, I want you to help me now, I don't want the pump...

I want you to do this to me!”

And before Colin could react she had tugged the front of his shorts down and swallowed the end of his straining cock, for a second she sucked frantically before pulling her head away and grinning.

“Here's the deal daddy... you suck the milk out of my tits, it will be a massive relief for me... and when you've sucked the cream out of me... I'll suck the cream out of you... unless you really do want to fuck that mystery girl again, cos if you do want to... she'll always be ready for you!”

Colin groaned softly as he reached forward to cup a swollen breast in his hands, they felt exactly as he had always imagined.

“Did you know?” he whispered before pulling her nipple into his mouth.

Jodie gasped and closed her eyes. “That night? My eighteenth?”

Without removing the nipple Colin nodded.

“Would it be bad if I said I did know?” Colin swallowed a mouthful of warm milk before shaking his head.

“I don't think it would be bad sweetheart!”

“And you dad... did you know it was me?”

Colin licked a droplet that had gathered under her elongated teat and sighed, “Part of me has always denied it... but yet love, I admit it now, in my heart, I guess I did know it was you.”

“And knowing that... you fucked me anyway?”

“What's done is done,” he replied quietly, “But you must have known it was me... you could have said something.”

“I guess it was the same for me,” Jodie chuckled, “It was a dare... Sue dared me to bend over the sofa like I did and see who had the guts to try and fuck me... and I did know that she had been bouncing on your cock earlier... you thought you'd hidden that from me, and it felt almost like she was stealing you from me, so yeah, when you lifted my skirt I kept my mouth shut, like I was taking you back.”

“Honestly Jodie... deep inside I'm happy you didn't say anything.”

Jodie smiled and standing she stripped her t-shirt up over her head and eased her stretch sweat pants down to her ankles.

“I'm happy you pulled my panties down that night daddy... so why don't you pull them down again now... and fuck me hard.”

Jodie giggled as his fingers hooked the elasticated waist and eased the lacy fabric to her knees... before adding.

“And don't worry about cumming in me... it's not like you can get me pregnant...

Again!

Sold By Daddy

Ginny Watson

Chapter 1

Lisa would do anything for her daddy!

“Of course I will.” she replied happily when he suggested that she help out at the New Years Eve party that her father had been planning for months.

“It's just that people aren't keen to give up their evening on the 31 st... I can't blame them really, so it really means the world to me that you are prepared to sacrifice!”

Rory Templar drew her into a bear hug and Lisa sighed contentedly as he squeezed her tight... oh yeah, she would do anything for her daddy!

“What do you want me to do, at the party?” she asked quietly as she bent forward to open him a fresh bottle of beer, her top gaping to expose much more than just a peep of smooth and full cleavage.

Lisa smiled inside as she tracked the direction of his gaze, it hadn't been long, just a glance but it was enough to make her shiver with excitement and arousal.

“Just help out sweetie,” he replied and concentrated hard on maintaining eye contact as Lisa remained still and smiled. “Like I told you, I'm gonna cook a huge barbecue out back, I need you to help me serve the food, open beers, tidy up a bit... just be here to help out when it gets crazy busy.”

“I can wear that maid's outfit, remember, the one I wore in the school play?”

Rory shook his head vaguely, he didn't remember the outfit... hell, he didn't even remember her being in any play... but time was racing by, it seemed like only yesterday that she had been the little girl that he would tuck into bed and tell stories to until she slept with a small pink thumb in her mouth.

But now look at her he thought, eighteen in the blink of an eye, all grown up... very grown up he chuckled silently as he stole another peek down her sagging blouse. The confidence of youth and the firmness of boobs that don't need any support. Lisa shifted slightly and again his eyes were drawn as darker skin grabbed his attention. My little one has lovely nipples he acknowledged, and caught her grin as he looked back to her face. Little bloody tease he chuckled, it was suddenly obvious that she was intentionally letting him look.

“I don't recall ever seeing a maid's costume.” he said after clearing his throat, the sight of tender breasts and the knowledge that he was being shown had formed a lump in his throat. He shouldn't be looking at his own daughter, yet he felt strangely unable to look away, he was suddenly realising just how sexy and hot she had become.

“Five minutes,” Lisa giggled, and turning swiftly she skipped toward the lounge door, “I know exactly where it is... I'll see if it still fits me, and you can decide if I can wear it with your drunken friends around!”

Rory's head spun, it would be tight fitting, and if she was concerned about his friends... then it had to be very revealing... she was teasing again, he knew he should stop her... but instead, he grinned. “I'm not going anywhere sweetie!” he replied in a steady voice, “Let me see how it looks!”

So wrong! He groaned softly and crossed his legs, it has to be illegal to get a boner looking at your own daughter! He shook his head and urged the embarrassing swelling to wilt... it might not be strictly illegal, but it's certainly immoral he added, but couldn't kill the small grin that curled his lip as he wondered exactly how revealing and naughty the outfit would be.

Just don't let her see I've got a stiffy, it's one thing to give a down blouse peep, after all, her mother used to love doing that... and the bitch probably still does he added with spite as he pictured his ex with her new husband. But regardless, it wouldn't be right if she knew I got hard looking at her tits!

Rory gulped down a mouthful of beer and tried to divert his mind from Lisa's sweet boobs, but the vision filled his mind.

She knew I was looking! Dirty little tease deserves a spanking for that. It was something else that her mother had adored, the way he would lay her across his knee, snatch her panties down and spank her bare ass until the cheeks glowed red.

I wonder? Rory shook his head before smiling ruefully... let's not even go there!

“Daddy,” a small voice called from outside the lounge door, “Close your eyes... and promise not to peep until I say!”

“I promise.” Rory replied and thought about how many times he had heard that over the previous eighteen years, “I won't look until you say!”

Seconds dragged by and Rory found himself frustrated, immoral or not he understood he wanted to see how revealing the costume was... what he was hoping to see he couldn't exactly say... or actually admit to himself, he was simply filled with a fierce curiosity.

“You can open now!” Lisa whispered, and as he did, Rory gasped.

Chapter 2

Fucking hell! The voice inside his head screamed. The outfit was a typical French Maid type, black, skimpy and trimmed with white lace. But it was her breasts what had caused him to gasp, they sat in twin cups that were several sizes too small and extremely low cut. Now he stared at a pair of creamy mounds lifted and squeezed to look like plump melons, and most disturbingly both of her nipples were clearly on display, the cup cutting a line through the lower half of her areola.

“What do you think dad? It's got a bit small but I can probably make the bust bigger, I think it's a bit too revealing like this!”

“Just a little!” Rory gasped again, she had gone much further than just a quick down blouse peep, now they were virtually bouncing in his face.

“Yeah, I know!” she giggled and placed a finger tip on each hard nipple, “But just ignore these, what do you think of the outfit... I was a bit concerned the skirt could be too short, especially if I bend over like this.”

Lisa turned quickly and as her father sat open mouthed she bent over to touch her toes, the skirt lifted dramatically, and Rory felt his cock stiffen to rock as he stared at the delicate pink slash of a fresh young pussy.

“I was worried that the skirt is so short if I bend over to pick something up... well, your friends will see my panties... do they show daddy when I'm bending, can you see my panties?”

Rory stared at her sweet pussy, he could see the moisture glistening as the sunlight passing through the window behind him shimmered on her arousal.

“Yes sweetie, I would be able to see your panties... if you were wearing any!” he added quietly.

“Yeah, but is it obvious, or is it just a peep?”

Rory coughed, he should look away, he wanted to look away... but the sight was magnetic, she was teasing... she was also playing games... dangerous games... the same games her mother had loved to play.

“I'd say it's very obvious Lisa... extremely obvious.”