Letters to Beth Ch. 01

Hello my loyal fans and followers. This is part one of a long story that believe it or not, I've already finished. So all you have to wait for is me to get around to posting more install meets, rather than writing them fresh. I really hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. And thanks for all your votes and comments, they are much appreciated.

licks and kisses,

nikki

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All characters portrayed in this work of fiction are 18 years or older.

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18th December 2015

Dear Beth,

Before I get into this, I need to notify you, per our agreement way back when we were all of 13, that I am invoking the unbreakable cousin secrecy pact (could we have called it anything cheesier?). Yep, it's that important and yes I will kill you if you break it.

I know you're now curious as all fuck so I won't waste time filling you in on anything other than the matter at hand. So, what happened was (and this is really innocent) that my computer died. Annoying, especially because I had schoolwork that I had to catch up on (yes, even in the bloody holidays - the joys of final year) but hardly world ending. I just used my Dad's computer. That's where it got interesting.

I did my homework and went to save it, but didn't want to use any of Dad's folders because I didn't wan it getting confused with anything that he already had. As I looked for somewhere to put a new folder, I found one called xstories. I don't know why I opened it, but call me curious, I did. There was a heap of documents saved there with titles like Ddoesd. It made no sense but I opened it anyway.

I started reading this story, which it turns out was dirty as all fuck. In it, this guy lives with his wife and daughter but he doesn't get along well with the wife anymore. They're only staying together for the sake of their daughter who has just turned 18. The daughter is a cheerleader and runs around the house in her cheering uniform all the time and the Dad is a dirty perve who likes to look up her dress and stuff. Anyway, without going into all the detail and telling the whole story, the Dad ends up having sex with the daughter! Like full-on incest sex! Holy fucking crap.

I was grossed out at first, but then um, kind of weirdly curious as well, so I opened up the next story. In that one a dad and daughter end up at a Halloween party, each not knowing who the other is and you guessed it, they have sex! At first they don't know who each other are because of their costumes, but the story went well beyond the initial fuck and they end up having all sorts of kinky sex all the time.

I'm kind of freaked out, but hate to admit that by the time that I'd finished reading the second one, I was kind of horny too. I mean, if you take out the fact that they're related, some of the sex scenes were fun.

I've attached them to this email so that you'll know what I'm talking about.

Right, that's it for now. That was like yesterday. I have more homework to do today and my computer still isn't fixed, so I'll be on Dad's again. I have a feeling that I'll be reading some more.

Love Nikki. xxx

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21st December 2015

Dear Beth,

I am invoking the unbreakable cousin secrecy pact.

I think I'm getting a little obsessed. I keep reading more of the stories on Dad's computer and the more I read the hornier they make me. I was so glad to hear that your reaction was similar to mine. I mean, what you said - it's all just fantasy, so there can't really be any harm in it - is right and it's not like Dad has ever tried to do anything to me. But here's the thing. I can't help but wonder what he thinks about me. Like, if he reads this stuff, clearly he at least likes the fantasy of incest and here I am, his 18 year old daughter ... exactly the sort of girl that is typically the subject of so many of the stories. I've started to wonder if he's ever tried to spy on me or not.

Remember the story with the girl who wanted her Dad and kept wearing her school uniform shorter and shorter? Well I have a confession to make. I shortened my hockey skirt. You'll know the one because I used to complain how outrageous it was that we had to wear those body-hugging one-piece lycra uniforms. I mean they have the whole built-in underwear deal going on and the skirt at least did its job, but it wasn't like the boys had to wear anything like it. Of course you know I changed my mind when I realised how much more attention Danny Bridlow paid to me once we were wearing them.

Back to the point though. I shortened my skirt and I did it because Dad came out to watch my pre-season trial game. I was weirdly nervous on the way to the game, possibly because when I sat in the seat next to him in the car, the skirt barely covered my crotch. I was totally self-conscious about it but at the same time was getting kind of horny. I'm a freak, right? I mean, I did it to see if he'd react. I wanted to know if he really did pay attention and what he might say. I swear those stories have warped my mind!

Anyway, I played my game and on the way home, Dad asked if I needed a new uniform. I innocently asked why and he just casually commented that he thought the skirt might have shrunk. I just laughed nervously at him and told him it was fine, that it would last out the season given how expensive it was. When I looked at him I saw his eyes dart down to my crotch. I looked down and there was like just a hint of the material tight against my pussy. He coughed funnily and looked away, but I couldn't help but notice that as he drove on, he adjusted his cock in his pants!

I'm a bit freaked out Beth, because, well ... because it turned me on. How fucked up am I that I was turned on by the fact that I saw Dad adjust his cock because he was looking at me?

I'll keep you posted.

Love Nikki. xxx

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23rd December 2015

Dear Beth,

I am invoking the unbreakable cousin secrecy pact.

I can't believe you! Here I am pouring out my tortured (though admittedly kinky and fucked up) soul about the shit that has gone down around here and you ask me if I think my Dad's cock is big?!! That doesn't help me deal with all this crazy stuff you know.

Anyway, I said that I'd keep you posted. With Christmas only a couple of days away there has been a weird focus on Christmas themed porn stories on Dad's computer. Lots of them start with mistletoe. I realised that I actually have no fucking idea what mistletoe is. I guess it's one of those European/American things that we don't really do here in Australia. I googled it and decided to go with some fake holly.

Yep, that's right, I hung some fake holly in the house and called it mistletoe. Mum laughed at me and asked if there was some boy that I was expecting to come to the house for me to kiss under it. She pointed out that other than Dad, the only other men that would be in the house would be Uncle Sean (your Dad) Gerry (aka Dorkus) and Peter when he comes home from College for the holidays. I made a suitable display of reacting horribly to the thought of kissing any of them even though the plan was to find Dad under it and take advantage. Mum had way too much fun taking the piss out of me about it and I started to think that she was going to be the only one to benefit from it. She teased me when she found Dad standing dumbly under it by kissing him in front of me and suggesting that maybe I'd like to invite a friend over so that I actually got to use my own holly. Bitch!

Anyway, last night I did it! It was late and Mum had gone to bed and I managed to catch Dad standing under the mistletoe. I walked up to him, stood on tip-toes and kissed him right on the lips! Like, just a peck, nothing too outrageous, but like, it was still my lips on his. It caught him completely by surprise. He mumbled something incomprehensible but didn't really push me away or anything. I grabbed him in a hug and pressed myself against him. I felt so fucking dirty and horny! I don't know what I really expected to happen next, but he just stepped back out of the hug and excused himself. I told him goodnight and wished him happy dreams or some shit.

After that I went to my room ... and masturbated. I came so hard Beth. All I could think about what how good it had felt to hug him and like even the brief contact of our lips together. I'm getting wet right now just thinking about it again. Fuck. I'm a fucking pervert, aren't I?

I doubt I'll find time to write until after Christmas. Mum's turning into her usual pre-Christmas nazi about getting the house ready and stuff. I can't believe that you won't be here this year. I so wish we could spend the night in bed talking like we used to. I guess emails will have to be it for now.

Love Nikki. xxx

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27th December 2015

Dear Beth,

I am invoking the unbreakable cousin secrecy pact.

You know I love you Beth and I'm sure as hell glad that I have you to tell this shit, but its probably horribly wrong that you actually encourage me! Haha. Slip my tongue in? As if you would have done that in my position. I don't think you understand just how hard it was for me to even bring myself to give Dad that peck on the lips, let alone just be a total slut and plunge my tongue in!

Well you'll be saddened to hear that nothing as outrageous as the stories happened leading up to Christmas. I did manage to catch Dad twice more under the mistletoe though and each time I let my lips linger on his just a little longer and pushed my body against his just a little harder. I swear the last time I felt him push his cock against me and rub just ever so slightly. He even moaned a tiny bit! I'm not even going to tell you what I thought about after that when I got into my room. You can probably guess though.

Anyway, something weird did happen. A couple of things that when put together have me wondering. One was a Christmas present. Dad bought me a diary. One of those cutesy little-girl, lockable type ones. It was just in amongst some other stuff, but when I opened it and looked around kind of a bit mystified, the expression on his face suggested that he was the one that bought it. After all, Mum didn't seem to know why it was there. Like I said, an odd gift, but I didn't think a whole lot more about it.

Then, Dad tells me that he's had my computer fixed. That kind of sucked. I mean, I can look up stories on the internet (and God knows you send enough of them to me now!) but it's kind of not going to be the same not knowing if they're the ones that Dad's been reading. But then he tells me that if I prefer using the desktop computer in the study that he's fine with me doing that. Weird right? Anyway, so like on boxing day I use Dad's computer and there's a new story or two. One catches my eye though. Its called, "Reading her Diary". My mind goes crazy. Like I get a new diary, Dad tells me I can still use his computer even though mine's fixed and then I see that. I read it of course. It was all about a Dad that reads about his daughter's discovery of sex as she records it in her diary. Eventually they end up fucking after she starts writing about it being a fantasy of hers.

I can't help but think that the diary was a plant. Like Dad is testing me, giving me a way to tell him something ... to see if maybe all his fantasies could come true.

For two days I've sat in front of that diary at times. I keep wondering if I should write something in it or not ... something about how much I've been thinking about all the dirty stories; something about wondering if my Dad has a big cock or not.

What do you reckon?

Love Nikki. xxx

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28th December 2015

Dear Beth,

I am invoking the unbreakable cousin secrecy pact.

I should have guessed what your response would be. You've been egging me on all along anyway, so why should I be even remotely surprised that you think I should write that I want to suck Dad's cock and that it's all that I can think about?

I think that I can be subtler than you suggest. So here's what I'm thinking. I'm going to write about a dream; a dirty disgusting dream about my father and sex and things that shouldn't happen. Then I'm going to write about my thoughts about that dream ... and the fact that I'm not as disgusted as I should be ... that I'm maybe a little turned on. In fact, here's what I'm going to write:

Dear Diary,

I find it funny starting the entry off like that, but then it seems like the traditional thing to do. You're new and we're not even really friends yet, but I figure since you're not really a person, I can plunge in where angels fear to tread and the like.

I had a dream last night and it made me think that perhaps I'll use you as a dream journal. The dream was pretty out there though. I was out by the pool sunbathing naked, which isn't something I've ever done by the way (I've thought about it a lot though). Anyway, it's a dream so ... you know. Yeah ... well ... naked by the pool was one thing, but then my Dad comes out and he's naked too! Clearly the normal reaction would be to cover myself up and yell at him to get away.

Did I do that? No, what I did was, ask if he could put some sunscreen on me! I watched him walk over, his cock just swinging in the breeze and then I roll over onto my stomach so that he can put the lotion on. His hands are like all over my body. He starts rubbing it into my ass and I just spread my legs a little as his fingers slide between my butt cheeks! I feel his fingers graze my pussy lips and a moan slips out.

His cock bumps against my hip and I can feel how hard it is. I roll over and am just about to look at it ... and I woke up!

Now here's the bit that's freaking me out a bit. When I woke up, I was way horny. I should have been disgusted, but instead, I was just horny and wondering what he would have looked like if I'd seen him hard.

Its left me wondering ...

Apparently I'm a bit of a freak.

N.

Do you think that does the trick? It's probably not as dirty as I lead on at the start of this email, but well, I think keeping it a little more realistic is the right way to go. I'm going to sleep on it for a night before I write it in. I'm not sure that I really have the courage to go through with it.

Love Nikki. xxx

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30th December 2015

Dear Beth,

I am invoking the unbreakable cousin secrecy pact.

Okay, I wrote it in my diary. Then I left my diary where it could be found. It wasn't until later though that I thought about the fact that Mum could be the one to find it. Fortunately Dad's on holidays until just after New Year's, so he was home today. Mum went shopping and I went out to sun bathe in the back yard. And no, I didn't do it naked! I did untie my bikini though. I left it under me so that if anyone came outside I could just tie it up again.

Dad came out and saw me there. I was tempted to ask him to put sunscreen on my back, but didn't quite muster up the courage. He didn't say much and I don't know if he realised that I knew he was standing there because I kind of just kept my eyes cracked only slightly and peeked at him. I swear I saw him run his hand over his cock!

He walked inside really carefully like he was trying not to make any noise. I hadn't realised that I was holding my breath, but when he went inside I finally took one. I was just about to do up my bikini when he came back out again, this time making enough noise that I couldn't help but hear him.

He called out, "Hi," and I answered and then he asked me if I had sunscreen on.

It was so cliché! It was just like a scene from a porno ... or one of his stories. All I had to do was say no and invite him to put some on me. I didn't though. I chickened out. Instead I pushed myself up on my elbows so that my tits were barely touching my towel. My nipples were still against the towel, but like, most of my tit would have been on display given how small they are. I watched Dad's reaction and he totally looked. He kept trying not to, but I could see the direction of his gaze flipping between wanting to meet my eyes and checking me out.

I checked him out too and I realised that I think my perceptions have been warped by all those crazy stories because even though Dad is a bit heavier than I'd normally like in a guy (not to mention older), it's not enough to put me off?! I'm so fucked up!

Anyway, I told him I was about to come inside anyway and lay back down and tied my bikini up again. He watched me the whole time. It was like I could feel his gaze on me. When I got up I stretched back like a yoga stretch ... hands out in front, knees under me, butt thrust back toward him. I wondered how much he'd like to be behind me if I was naked like that. I wondered how much he enjoyed the view.

When I did stand up and look, his hand was adjusting his cock. It was hard!

Nothing else happened, but I thought about all sorts of crazy things.

Oh and because you're going to ask, he didn't look small, but then there wasn't enough evidence to make a true size judgment either.

Love Nikki. xxx

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31st December 2015

Dear Beth,

I am invoking the unbreakable cousin secrecy pact.

It's New Year's Eve, no doubt you're off to some crazy party. I wish you were coming to our house. The 'rents are having their usual party. I expect it will be okay, but kind of lame as well if you know what I mean. Retro music, drunk old people, not many kids. I should probably go out, but I just can't be bothered.

I should probably be a bit more honest with you than that. I can't help but think that at midnight I could kiss Dad. Like, slip the tongue in a bit. I could pretend to be a bit drunk (Let's face it I'll probably be smashed) and just like slip the tip in against his lips when he kisses me. The thought of it is kind of turning me on even as I sit here writing to you.

Fuck, I need to masturbate.

Love Nikki. xxx

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1st January 2016

Dear Beth,

I am invoking the unbreakable cousin secrecy pact.

You'd better sit down. D'uh, I guess you already are unless you're like reading this on your phone. You're going to freak out. So if you are reading this on your phone, sit the fuck down haha.

Right, so I mentioned the whole kiss Dad at midnight thing. I won't call it a plan, because well, like, it wasn't really. It was a thought, not a set-in-stone plan.

New Year's was pretty normal. Dinner, drinks, music, lots more drinks, old people getting embarrassingly drunk. I drank pretty heavily given Dad had paid for the booze and because well hello, first time I've ever been 18 to bring in the New Year! Mum went way hard and didn't even make it to midnight! It was at that point that drunky skunky me started thinking about all those dirty stories.

Midnight came and of course Mum's wasn't there to kiss Dad and he's looking around as all his friends are kissing their partners. A couple of the wives give him their polite, slightly sloppy drunk kisses on the cheek and then when its petering out I step into his line of sight, skip up to him happily and plant a big wet one right on his lips. I clearly caught him by surprise and he didn't really pull away that quickly. I poked my tongue out as I kissed him and slipped it just between his lips! That clearly shocked him. He pulled back at that, a bit of a wild look in his eyes.

"Happy New Year Daddy!" I yelled at him with a grin. Someone else grabbed him at that point and I lost track of him. But I kissed him!

Around 3am everyone had left. I was really drunk by then (which is why I'm writing this so late haha - this morning hurt!) but I was doing a bit of early clean-up so that there wouldn't be as much to do today. There was a cup floating in the pool. I was leaning over and like trying to paddle it toward me when Dad comes out and tells me not to bother, that we can get it in the morning. He was worried I was going to fall into the pool. I told him that it was still plenty warm out and that a swim wouldn't be a bad thing. And that's when all those stories apparently seized hold of my drunk-ass mind. I stood up, pulled my dress off over my head and jumped in the pool! The temperature really was good and the water felt awesome. It wasn't really a good enough reason for me to strip my underwear off and throw it at him, but that's what I did!