extrem incest

“A Whole New World” by Windowshopper

This story is based on real people and real places. Some facts and all names have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved. Any coincidental similarities between the characters and details of this story and those of actual real life are unintended and unlikely true. This story is copyright Windowshopper 2005. All rights are reserved. Reposting requests can be made by e-mailing Please wait at least a couple of weeks for a response. Questions or comments about the story can also be made to said address.

WARNING: This story contains the theme of incest and consensual sex with and between minors ages 12 through 18. Reader discretion is advised.
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*PART ONE* (cons, oral, MF)

Wednesday, June 1st

Prologue:

Alison stood silently in her empty bedroom. Aside from a few nails sticking out of the drywall, only a single cardboard box kept her company. A light rain patted against the window, the same rain that had dampened her shoulders and short, dirty-blonde hair. She heard footsteps approaching the doorway behind her and turned to see her boyfriend Ben standing there.

“You ready to go, Ally?” She bit her lip and looked at the floor. He was slightly out of breath and his look of fatigue changed to concern. “Hey, cheer up,” he put his hand on her slim waist, “you know this is for the better.”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll just miss this room.”

“I don’t mean to rush you, but your dad’s waiting outside.” He reached down and picked up the remaining box, making sure to close the flaps on top. “Come on, baby, you’ll be alright.”

“I love you, Ben.” Her eyes began to water.

“I love you too.” He put the box down and embraced her, rubbing her back with his hand. “Come on; let’s get out of here before your step dad’s head explodes.”

They walked together down the hall and into the living area of the glorified trailer home that she grew up in. Her step father, Rick, sat in a recliner watching television. He seemed to ignore their presence completely as he had during every trip the two of them had made to her room while moving her belongings.

“Tell mom I’ll call her later,” she said softly as she walked behind the chair.

“Fuck you.”

She stopped dead in her tracks and Ben looked up over the box.

“Excuse me?” She shot back, putting her hand on her hip.

He sighed and continued his empty gaze at the television. “I said fuck you. Let me continue by saying that you are a filthy little cunt. Your mother and I have done everything we could for you and you repay us by leaving and moving in with that dead beat dad of yours? Just so Ben can fuck you like the dirty little whore that you are?”

“That’s enough!” Ben interjected.

“If you don’t leave my house right now, you cocky little fuck, I will cut off your balls and shove them down your throat.”

Rage filled Ben’s face and he prepared to pounce.

Alison stopped him and guided him out the front door, never saying a word. Her father stood in the light rain, beside his red Ford F-150 truck.

“I thought you two got lost!” He said with a smile.

“Come on,” she said calmly as she walked by him, “let’s go.”

Ben put the box in the back of the truck, which had a topper, and joined Alison in the front seat. Her dad seemed ready to talk but held his tongue, sensing that his daughter wished to remain silent. He put the truck in drive and pulled out of the muddy driveway.

Alison, at sixteen, almost seventeen years old had developed into a beautiful, yet petite woman. Often mistaken for a much younger girl, she was five feet tall and weighed just over one hundred pounds. She had a slim build, but didn’t look anorexic. She had blue eyes and short dirty-blonde hair. She wasn’t very muscular and her breasts only filled a b-cup bra.

Alison’s mother had home schooled her for her entire life as the public schools didn’t match her idea of an education, especially where God was concerned. As a result, she had completed high school just over a year early. She had lived in a glorified trailer house her entire life. Tension between her and her step father had slowly built since he married her mother six years previously. Though he never physically abused her, his verbal abuse effected her almost daily.

Her relationship with Ben had also been causing tension at home. Her mother, for whatever reason, had decided that she didn’t like him, though it likely had something to do with the fact that he was nineteen and her, sixteen. Also, Ben didn’t exactly fit in to her mother’s godly vision of a future husband that she had planned for her daughter. Still, Ben was always extremely respectful to both her parents, and unfortunately did not receive that same respect in return.

Her mother and step father were both very conservative and very religious. Her refusal to attend church with them on Sunday mornings drove them crazy. Growing up, Alison led a very sheltered life. She was rarely allowed to wear a bathing suit and when she did, it would have to be very conservative and she was usually forced to wear a long shirt over the top. Her parents controlled most every aspect of her life, guarding her from the “evils of the world” as they called. Her movies were PG, music was faith-based, and she spent most of her time at her house alone. Her parents taught with fear, which caused her to remain in her shell for most of her life.

She had met Ben in January, of the previous year. He opened her eyes to life and helped her realize that living in fear wasn’t living. They fell in love and slept together almost right away. This wasn’t just meaningless sex, however. When they were together, they made love. They did it responsibly and affectionately, though she often felt guilty afterward. Her parents were very upset when they found out she was dating Ben, who was eighteen at the time. They threatened to call the police claiming he was statutorily raping her, but fortunately the state’s laws allowed an exception for an age difference of less than four years. This point was made mute when she turned sixteen that summer, anyway. Still, she had to meet up with Ben when she was supposed to be doing other things. It really frustrated her that she could not spend the time she wanted to with him.

Her life began to change while she was with him. Her styles of clothing went from bland to downright revealing. The horror in her mother’s eyes when she first found a pair of thong underwear in the dryer seemed to initiate the beginning of the end of Alison’s stay at that house. She worked hard around the house, doing chores and taking care of errands, but her work never seemed good enough to either of her live-in parents. Over the course of a year, the verbal abuse from both parents got to the point at which she could no longer stand it. When her biological father, Ron, offered to share his home with her, she couldn’t say no.

Her mother had divorced Ron when Alison was eight years old. Over the next few years, all three of her younger brothers had moved back in with him. Ron and her mother had a bad relationship. They fought all the time and the arguments often carried over to involving the children. Her mother was very bitter about the whole thing and constantly tried to convince Alison of her father being evil. She really had no reason not to believe in what her mother was saying but as she grew older, started to wonder about inconsistencies in her mother’s story. .

She had just recently found it in her heart to accept him, noting that he was being successful in life and her brothers seemed very happy. In fact, only a month previous, he had become engaged to a lovely woman named Julie. Julie was fourteen years Ron’s minor at twenty five. Alison had met her a couple times and found her quite amiable.

In all actuality, Alison was excited to be moving in with her father. She hadn’t spent much time with the two youngest of her three brothers, Adam and Eric, fourteen and thirteen respectively, who both lived with Ron. The oldest of her three brothers, Ryan was fifteen. Though he didn’t live with Ron, he visited quite frequently with his fourteen year-old wife Christina and their newborn daughter Samantha. Alison wasn’t even allowed to go to their wedding as her mother and step-father found the entire situation completely immoral. Ryan and Christina lived with Christina’s parents in Jennison a small city with 50,000 people or so located in a valley in the arid mountain region of the west-central United States.

Chapter 1

Alison watched her house disappear into the mist as they drove down the long dirt road on the dry plot of land that she had spent her entire life on. She sat in between Ben and her father, holding back tears. Ben had his hand resting on her knee and patted it slightly from time to time, consoling her.

Her step father’s words echoed through her head. She closed her eyes and thought to herself. “I’m not going to be afraid anymore.” Her fists clenched. “I’m not going to hold back.”

Ben looked at her understandingly.

As the evening, a Wednesday, began to roll on, Alison found herself in her new room, unpacking. Ben had gone home to give her some time to herself. Since she had spent most of her time away from home, attempting to avoid her parents, she hadn’t been able to do any laundry. Her father had told her as they walked in the house that the electrical outlets behind his washer and dryer were malfunctioning that they would not be repaired until early the next week.

She opened the final box of clean clothes and realized she didn’t have any clean underwear. The threadbare briefs she had on were her last clean pair. Standing in front of the full-length mirror on her closet door, she stripped off her dirty jeans, throwing them in a dark-colored pile of laundry on the floor. She did the same with the college t-shirt she wore. Only in her panties and generic white-lace bra, she examined herself. She turned and looked at her butt, grimacing slightly. Changing the angle of her stance didn’t help her impression. With an exhausted sigh, she found a pair of gray sweatpants and a clean pink t-shirt, and put them on.

Upon leaving her room, she found her father in the living room, watching television. He watched her come into the room and plop down on the couch next to him. “Done with unpacking for tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m actually almost unpacked.” She sighed and looked at him. “When you don’t have a lot of stuff, it doesn’t take too long to unpack.”

“Stuff’s overrated.” Ron smiled and patted her on the shoulder. “Hey, why don’t we jump in the hot tub before bed?”

“Oh, that sounds great but,” she paused, “I don’t have any bathing suits that fit anymore.”

“Don’t worry; you can wear one of Julie’s. I’m sure she won’t mind.”

Alison looked at him funny. “Yeah right dad, her boobs are like twice she size as mine. I’d be swimming in the suit instead of the hot tub.”

He laughed and then looked back at her. “Don’t say that, I’m sure you’d fit fine.” He examined her petite body and when she blushed, he looked away.

“Daddy, didn’t anyone ever tell you flattery will get you no where?” She giggled.

“Oh, I’ve been told, “he began, “I’ve just yet to become a believer.” There was a short silence before he spoke again, while standing up. “Fine, go to bed all sore and cold. I’ll be in the tub all warm and letting the hot water jets massage my achy muscles.”

“Seriously though, I won’t fit into one of her suits.”

“You could wear a long t-shirt, I suppose.”

“I only have one clean one and it’s Ben’s … and I plan on sleeping in it tonight.”

“How about your undies then? No different than a bikini and girls wear those all the time.”

She looked a little sheepish.

“Aw, don’t be shy. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”

“Okay, okay, you’ve sold me.”

He began to walk through the dining room and into the kitchen. “I’ll get it started. Why don’t you grab a couple of towels out of the hall closet? I’m not sure if we have any in here.”

“Okay,” she said as he moved out of sight. She sat for a moment, trying to convince her tired body to move. With a labored groan, she managed to get to her feet and plodded slowly through the dark dining room and around the corner into the hallway. The closet, which was right between the bathroom and her new bedroom, was well organized, obviously with a woman’s touch. Alison smiled briefly thinking of her father’s fiancée. She picked up two large, off-white bath towels and walked toward the back of the house. The hot tub was located in a remodeled back porch adjacent to the kitchen. Where the back door had been, an open space led to the hot tub room, as it was called.

The lights were relatively low and Ron was already in the tub. He was on the far side with his head tilted back, resting on the edge. He let out a satisfying groan that was slightly audible above the bubbles and jets. He noticed her presence and looked up. “Just go ahead and set those on the bench there.”

She set the towels on the bench opposite from the tub and paused for a moment.

“Well come on in, the water’s fine.” He waved his hand, droplets of water flying of his finger tips. He noticed that she was hesitant to remove her clothing. “Don’t be embarrassed. Here, I’ll turn around if you want.”

She felt silly. “No, that’s okay. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I know how your mother is.” He rolled his eyes. “We’re all family around here. No one is going to judge.”

“I know, I’m just being a retard.” She pulled the t-shirt up and over her head, her B-cup breasts settling into their frilly containers. As she hunched over to slip the sweat pants down her slender thighs, her breasts jiggled. Ron’s eyes honed in on her cleavage like a hungry predator, causing his cock to jump in his shorts. He had to concentrate hard to will away the horny energy building throughout his body.

With one small jump, she kicked the sweat pants off of her ankle and then planted both feet on the floor, extending her arms up in the air, slightly behind her head. “See, I’m not afraid.”

Ron gulped and laughed. Alison climbed the two steps up to the side of the hot tub and gingerly stepped in, slowly allowing the water line to inch up her body until it touched her chin. “Oh, this feels so good. I’m so glad you convinced me to come in here.”

“I told you so. I’m always right!” He grinned.

“I’m so sore from moving all of my shit-.” She cut herself off realizing that she had just muttered a curse word.

Ron laughed again.

“Uh … all of my stuff.” She sat up and placed her hand on the back of her neck, wincing.

“What’s wrong?”

“Pretty much all of the muscles in my neck are cramped up.” She responded, attempting to rub away the cramps.

“Well come here, let me see if I can rub them out.” He opened his arms, invitingly. “I am a master masseuse, you know.”

“Really?”

“Well, no … but Julie doesn’t complain.”

She thought for a moment and then smiled. A message did actually sound really good and since Ben wasn’t around, she accepted.

He motioned for her to come over and she followed. He sat back on the underwater seat as far as he could and invited her to sit between his legs. At first, she sat in such away that she was not touching him at all, but as his massage relaxed her body, she found herself leaning back against his sculpted, hairy chest. For being thirty nine years old, he was in pretty good shape. At just over six feet tall, his skin showed little signs of discoloration or sag. His hair hadn’t begun to gray from its natural light brown color and his face barely showed a line of age.

Her bra straps were becoming a nuisance so when he slipped them innocently off her shoulders, she didn’t mind. When her neck felt loosened up enough, she completely leaned against him. Not having the proper angle for a good rub anymore, he wrapped his arms around her body, just below her breasts and set his chin next to her head. She sighed with relaxed pleasure.

A tear came to Ron’s eye and he spoke, “Baby, I’m sorry about everything that happened when you were a kid … I know it’s no excuse but your mom and I were young and we had four kids and I, I … just couldn’t handle it-“

“Daddy, it’s okay.” She turned around and hooked her arm around his shoulders. “It’s all in the past now. We’re all here now and we’re okay. Let’s just look toward the future.” She kissed him just to the side of his mouth and then wiped away a tear that had begun to trace a salty ribbon down his cheek.

It was silent for a few minutes and Alison had returned to her position facing away from her father, him holding her gently with his arms.

“Does it bother you that Julie is only twenty five?” Ron asked softly.

She opened her eyes and spoke. “Not if she makes you happy. She seems really nice and she’s gorgeous.”

“Well, I can’t argue with you there.” He chuckled. “She’ll be back from work in a few hours.” Julie worked odd and long shifts at the hospital in nearby Jennison. “I really like Ben,” Ron said. “He seems like a really nice guy and seems to treat you well.”

“I love him.” She smiled and settled further into her father’s body. “He’s wonderful.” The most recent push left her ass touching his flaccid cock. He had long been fighting an erection as his gorgeous teenage daughter cuddled in his arms. The self control he had once exerted had now left and blood began to fill his cock. It slowly crept up the side of her thigh and he attempted to shift his weight and hide it. Inadvertently, he bumped the left cup of her bra with his arm and her nipple peeked out the top. Desperate to prevent her from feeling his erection, he lifted her up and sat her down on his right leg.

“Sorry, I was getting a bit uncomfortable.”

She turned her head and rested it back down on his shoulder. “Do you want me to move?”

“No, no … you’re okay.”

“Good, ’cause this feels great. I’ve missed having a daddy all these years. We’ve so much lost time to make up for.”

“I know darlin’, I know.”

She closed her eyes again and cuddled up to him once more.

With the movement and the lack of supporting straps on her shoulders, the loose bra fell even further down and both of her nipples peeked out over the cups. He could not keep his eyes off of her soft, pert nipples, which seemed to be bobbing up and down in the water. It came to his attention that she was gripping his leg with her thighs in such a way that he was putting pressure on her crotch. His cock became rock hard and was poking her left butt cheek.

His brain malfunctioning on hormones, he could only think to ask. “So, I’m assuming that you and Ben make love regularly?”

“Daddy!?” She turned her head around and shot a glare at him.

“I was just wondering … I see how the two of you look at each other and I understand what it’s like trying to find private time when you are your age. He’s welcome to stay here any time he wants.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you two can make love or do whatever as much as you want. You’re an adult now as far as I’m concerned and there’s no use treating you like a child.” She looked up at him and he continued. “You might find that living here is quite the change from your mother’s house. I will have to warn you though; Julie is not a modest person. Don’t be surprised if she walks around the house half naked from time to time. It may take you a little while to adjust to our way of life. But I really need you to know that you can feel free to dress how you want and you don’t have to keep secrets from us. We have an open-door policy in this house, so don’t’ be surprised if you see a little nudity from time to time. However, if we make you feel uncomfortable at all, please just let us know.”

“Thank you daddy.” She stretched her neck and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ve been wanting to explore a few things that I would never have been able to back at mom’s.”

He laughed, “Well, don’t let us get in your way then.” In the next moment of silence, his mind wandered to his daughter “exploring” a few things. His penis became erect yet again and slid along her left ass cheek ever so softly.

She realized what was happening in his shorts and tried to analyze the situation. She was giving her father an erection and it was pressing against her skin. Any normal person would be grossed out, she thought. However, it intrigued her. If this situation had involved her step father, she would have run, screaming out of the house. She didn’t feel that way about her father though. Curiosity got the best of her and she shuddered slightly noting a slight attraction to him. In retrospect, she’d felt that way ever since she’d forgiven him years ago. Her mind began to wander and play the scenario out sexually … and then she stopped. This was her father, her own father. At the moment, this was a little too much for her. Guilt finally overcame her arousal and she moved off of his lap. “I think I’m going to hit the sack.” Returning her bra straps to her shoulders, she moved across to the other side of the tub and began to step out.

Ron sighed. “I am getting a little hot, I think I’ll read a while and then do the same.” His eyes were glued to his sixteen year old daughter as she climbed out of the tub. Her white panties had become nearly transparent in the water and clung to her ass cheeks and cunt lips like a second skin. He decided to stay in the tub for a while to will his erection down. “Why don’t you invite Ben over for dinner tomorrow night?”

“That sounds great.” She turned back to see her dad sitting on the far side of the tub, staring directly into her eyes. Not ever really examining him this closely, she was surprised to see how well-sculpted his chest was. As he stood to follow her out, his half-erect cock was more than obvious as his swimming trunks clung to his body. She almost gasped as she noticed his size.

“When we get back, we can sit and watch a movie.” He smiled again. “We’ll make it something you’d never see at your mom’s house.”

“What? No Disney?” She smiled sarcastically.

“How ’bout something that would make Mickey Mouse blush.”

“Sounds good to me.”

He wrapped a towel around his waist and removed his shorts from underneath. “Here, hand me your bra and panties. I’ll hang them up for you.”

She removed her bra and panties from under her towel and handed them to him. He, in turn, hung them up on a couple of hooks on the wall next to his trunks.

“I just wanted to tell you again that I’m glad you moved in here.” He embraced her and she laid her head on his shoulder. “I think you’ll find the experience enlightening.” His hand slowly rubbed a circle on her lower back. He kissed her softly and unobtrusively on the lips and parted with her, walking through the kitchen, dining room, and taking a right out of sight to the hallway where her room, the bathroom, and his and Julie’s room spurred off. The guilt she was feeling had faded away and she was left in a state of lusty arousal.

Making sure to grab Ben’s t-shirt on the way out of the room, she walked to her room and closed the door behind her, but not before glancing behind her to the other end of the hallway. She was tired and horny at the same time and slightly frustrated that Ben would not be done with work from his night job in a music store for another couple of hours. She dried herself off, looked in her dresser drawer for a pair of panties, but remembered that she was out. So, she slipped the t-shirt over her head, turned the light off, and jumped under the covers of her bed.

The events in the hot tub stormed through her head. She was bombarded with feelings of lust, guilt, and sheer curiosity. She had learned the art of masturbation at a young age but it had always made her feel guilty. But she was tired of feeling guilt and there was nothing to stop her from putting her hands all over her pussy.

No soon after she had settled in, she heard the front door close and some one come through the house. She heard car keys fall to the dining room table and then footsteps in the hallway. Muffled voices soon followed and she strained her ears to decipher the words. Suddenly, there was a bit of a thump and she leapt out of bed to investigate. Nearing her bedroom door, she heard the laughter of both her father and Julie. She turned to jump back into bed but then heard Julie moan deeply and lustily. Alison knelt down and peered through the keyhole. The hallway was dark but there was low light coming from the door down at the other end of the hall which was slightly open. She slowly turned the handle in an attempt to see what was going on. The door opened without a noise and she crept silently down the hallway until she was about a foot away from the door to Ron and Julie’s room.

Suddenly, something flew in front of her view and she staggered back and gasped. The breath escaping from her lungs would have been heard by the Ron and Julie if they had not been completely preoccupied with each other’s naked bodies. Alison pressed her face to the doorframe and locked her eyes on Ron as he streaked toward the bed, mounting Julie from behind in the process. At the very sight of her father’s naked ass, the heat between her legs increased by a factor of ten. As he climbed atop Julie’s back, Alison could see his balls hanging down, swinging obscenely as he fucked her from behind. The sight of this drove her hormones crazy and by instinct her hand went to her cunt which was dripping wet with moisture. Her other hand traced the smooth skin of her stomach and caressed her breasts under her shirt. She knew that she was alone in the house with Ron and Julie and decided to forgo the shirt all together. The shirt hit the floor softly as she stood in the dark hallway, completely naked. Her right hand rubbed her clit vigorously and her fingers dug deep into her cunt from time to time.

Ron was fucking Julie harder and harder. In between moans, Julie managed to get out, “Shit baby, mmmmf … what’s … mmmmghh … gotten into …. Mmmyoughhh?” She pushed him away playfully and turned over, her weight settling on her ass on the edge of the bed. Ron’s cock was absolutely throbbing. Julie put her hands on his ass and drew his pelvis toward her face, sucking his cock right into her mouth. He was already very close to cumming and didn’t last any longer. She ran her hands up and down the shaft and pulled it out of her mouth just in time to catch what seemed like gallons of cum on her face. Alison was in disbelief and this final act drew her over the edge. She came almost violently, her body shuddering against the door frame. She actually bit the wooden frame with her teeth to prevent screaming in ecstasy. Her cunt erupted with fluid and it drew ribbons down the inside of her legs.

When she opened her eyes again, Julie was cleaning the cum off her face with her finger, and then sucking it off. Ron’s cock was still hard as a rock and after her face was clear, she took it into her mouth again and cleaned it off. She then scooted back on the bed, laying with her legs spread toward Ron. He bent over and put his lips to her cunt and began to eat her out. Alison watched as Julie tugged on Ron’s hair. Julie’s head turned in her direction and she thought for a moment that their eyes locked. This startled her and she returned to her room.

After closing her door and jumping back into bed, she realized Ben’s t-shirt was still on the floor in the hallway. She got back up and approached the door but paused as she heard someone enter the hallway. Again, she knelt and peered through the keyhole. She saw Julie leave the room, closing the door behind her, and enter the bathroom, closing that door as well. Alison stared at Julie’s body as she walked by. Julie was just slightly taller than Alison and had long, curly dark blonde hair with light highlights. Alison noticed that Julie had firm C to D cup breasts and a really trim waistline. Her navel was pierced, the metal glistening in the dark hallway. She also noticed that Julie shaved her pubic hair. As soon as the door to the bathroom closed, Alison quickly ran into the hallway and retrieved the shirt.

Back safely in her room, Alison had a chance to reflect on the evening’s events. The guilt was almost overpowering to her, but this only made her angry. She was sick of feeling repressed and innocent. She wanted to experience life and explore her sexuality. As she drifted off to sleep, she made a vow to herself to never hold back again. While Ben never forced her to do anything she didn’t want to, she could tell he wanted more spice in their sex life. It was a rare occasion that they made love in any other position than the classic missionary style. She knew that their next encounter would be a lot wilder. She pushed his t-shirt into her crotch and held it tightly there, falling into a lustful, comfortable sleep.

To be continued …

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