[The theme of this little story is nonconsensual incest -- but it isn't the kind of story you think it is.[The theme of this little story is nonconsensual incest -- but it isn't the kind of story you think it is. Even if you generally find this subject off-putting, try reading it anyway. THEN, if you don't like it, tell me so....] It started when Susan was 12 and just entering puberty. Her brother Tom, who was two years and a few months older, went hiking and camping with friends almost every weekend, often even in bad weather. Her grandfather had died a few years before and her grandmother was alone with her Parkinson's and a full-time nurse; her mother spent three evenings a week and every weekend over there, to give the nurse some time off and to keep the bills down. That left Susan alone with her father a lot. At 12, it never entered her mind that problems might arise in such circumstances. Not with her Daddy. Then, one Saturday afternoon, he unthinkingly barged into the bathroom just as she was getting out of the shower. (She was still sure, years later, that his first sudden appearance really *had* been accidental; he had looked so startled to find her there.) Susan was frozen in her surprise, one foot still in the shower stall, one arm stretched out toward the towel rack -- her budding young body wide open and exposed to him. After a moment of shock and embarrassment, he mumbled something, backed out, and shut the bathroom door. Susan knew quite well what she looked like naked. Like many young girls, she spent considerable time anxiously studying her body before the full-length mirror on her closet door. Her breasts were small and conical but her nipples protruded rigidly in a way that made her a natural for the bra-less look, even at that age. She was slim but not boyish at all, and her legs were long and nicely curved, and her little-girl ass was high and firm. |