Sadie's Adventures Ch. 01

All characters are above 18. This is a fictional story withincestuous, nonconsensualsex between adad and his daughter. I do not condone actual incest nor rape, this story is for reading purposes only!

I locked my bedroom door and let my frustration out through my nose. I'd hoped Dad would be working late today, but nope. Today of all days, he had to be home. Oh well. What can you do? At least he wasn't the type to bother me.

I slipped my backpack off my shoulders and set it on the desk. Wait. Did I lock the door?

Just to be extra sure, I walked back to check. I couldn't risk my dad coming in. Once I was sure it was locked, I unzipped my bag and fished for the Ziploc I had hidden in my binder, my fingers brushing against papers after papers. I really should organize my notes. Oh, there!

Gingerly, I pulled the plastic out. Inside was a brownie, cut kind of haphazardly and squished from all the tossing it had endured. I looked back at the door to check that it was still closed, then I pulled apart the plastic and stuck my nose in the bag. Nice. It smelled just like a regular chocolate brownie.

Setting the bag down, I stripped out of my school clothes and pulled on an old grey T-shirt of my dad's with faded ink on the front. His old shirts made perfect pajamas for me. They were super loose and long enough on me that I didn't need to bother with shorts.

Okay! I flopped on my bed and sank my teeth into the brownie. Hm. It tasted mostly normal. It just had a weird aftertaste. Like dirt, I guess? It wasn't terrible, though. Only as bad as a stale brownie. I laid back against my pillows and flipped on the TV to find something to watch while I finished the rest of the brownie.

Half an hour later, I still felt the same. Maybe I'd been duped and it really was just a stale brownie. Joel, the pothead who'd given it to me, was definitely the type to do that.

Wtf this brownie doesnt even work zzz

The dancing typing dots appeared on the screen almost immediately after my message delivered to Joel.

Lmao, on the heels of another typing bubble.How much u had?

The whole thing

DAMN!!! I told u not to eat the whole thing

Yea but its been 30 mins and NOTHING is happening soo

U just gotta wait

I sighed, tossed away my phone, and turned back to the TV.

An episode later, I realized my lips had curved up into a grin. I literally couldn't manage to force them back down; they were stuck! And this show washilarious. I felt amazing. Today was a great day. It was Friday, and everything was just right.

I looked out the window. What a beautiful, sunny afternoon. I loved Fridays. The tree outside my window was such a bright, vivid green. It was almost glowing. I think I'd just found my favorite tree. And it was right in front of me. Wasn't that crazy? I giggled.

Wait. My favorite tree? I was so hilarious.

I picked up my phone again, snapped a selfie of myself smiling cheesily with my mouth wide open, and sent it to Joel. A few minutes, or hours, or days, later, my phone buzzed with a text.

Ur fried lmfaooo

Fried? He was hilarious too. Like an egg. Oh, food sounded really good right now.

I swung my legs out of bed, stood up and woah! The brownie had given me time-control powers. I was moving in slow motion. Extreme slow motion. Then I noticed my feet were sweating. Huh. That was weird.

Oh. My. God. My heart clenched tightly in my chest. The brownie must have given me a foot disease! How long did I have to live? I couldn't live without my feet!

Wait...what? I shook my head and walked to my door.

Where was I going?

I walked back to my bed. Oh! Food! But wait...what if I ate too much and got really fat like in that book? What book? Nobody would like me if I got too fat, right? I shouldn't eat anything. Like, ever. Wait, but then I might just die of hunger.

My chest tightened again. Oh no.

I unlocked my door with sweaty hands, walked to the room next to mine, and knocked. "Dad?" He'd keep me safe.

"It's open."

I turned the knob. My whole body felt so, so hot. Leaning on the door, I looked up at my dad. He was sitting on his bed with his glasses on, his eyes flitting over a book in his lap.

"Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"I...I did something bad."

He immediately looked up at me, peering over the frames of his glasses. "What did you do?"

I shouldn't tell him. No, I should tell him. But he wouldn't like it. But he needed to know. I fiddled with the doorknob.

"Sadie." He called my name firmly, making my eyes snap up to him. He'd set his book down on the mattress. "What did you do?"

"Uhh...you're going to be mad." I really shouldn't tell him. But I was burning up. He could probably save me from death.

Or he'd kill me himself. I stepped back into the hallway.

"Stop," he ordered. "Come here. Sit."

I hesitantly walked over to his bed and climbed up, folding my legs underneath me as I sat facing him.

"What," he asked again, emphasizing every word, "did you do?"

Was it just me, or did he sound like a broken record? What even was a record? I'd never seen one in real life. Had anyone?

"Promise you won't be mad?" He was going to hate me for the rest of my life and all for what? A stale brownie?

"You need to tell me what you did first."

"I had a weed brownie," I blurted out. I was about to have a heart attack. I just hoped he hadn't parked his car too far away, because he was going to have to take me to the ER. They were always packed, though. So I hoped he knew CPR. Wait...was CPR for heart attacks or choking?

He let out a slow exhale, took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Then he propped his elbow on his knee, resting his chin in his palm as he stared at me. "Where did you get it from?"

He didn't seem that mad. And I think my heart was fine now, so it didn't matter if he knew CPR or not.

"A friend." I said, then rushed to add, "I wanted to try it at home. Where I was comfortable, but now it's making me feel weird. Like, my feet are sweaty and my palms are too. Look - "

I got on my knees, crawled across the mattress, and climbed onto his lap. Straddling his thighs, I shoved my hands directly in front of his face so he could examine them.

"And I feel so hot. And my head is going crazy, but also, I might have gotten superpowers because everything is moving super slow. Except for me. I'm super fast. Are you mad?"

"Sadie, hey, slow down. Take a deep breath." He grabbed my hands with his and took them out of his face.

I pulled air in and out of my lungs like he asked. It didn't help. Or did it? Why was I doing that?

"Look, I'm not mad. I was your age once, I get it," he said. "But you need to stop freaking out, alright? You're going to be fine."

Did he not care that I was going to die?! What kind of a dad was he? A wave of sadness hit me, making my body droop on his. I wrapped my arms around him. He was so big and warm against me.

"Can I stay with you, dad? I feel scared. I'm probably going to be dead soon. Are you going to bury me in the backyard?"

"What?" He laughed softly, his chest rumbling against me. "Relax, honey, you're not going to die."

He placed a large hand on my head, caressing my hair the way he used to do when I was little. My mind wasn't spinning anymore. I felt much better. I hugged my dad even tighter.

"Dad? I love you." It was just him and me against the world.

"I love you too, Sadie," he said, threading his fingers through my hair. I could feel the pressure of each and every finger against my scalp.

"Dad? Do you ever feel like...like you can feel everything on your skin?"

He chuckled again. "Well, isn't that how it works?"

And then I was lying there against his chest, and I had the urge to do something bad. Really bad. My pussy had started feeling achy. And I knew I was on my dad's lap. Who was, luckily for me, a man. So, I did the worst thing ever and started to grind against him.

At first, I tried to be subtle. And I must have done a good job at it because he didn't react right away. But then, his entire body tensed, and I felt his length harden beneath his pants.

"Sadie." His voice was strained. "Get up." He gripped my sides and pulled me up slightly, but I hugged him even tighter, and pressed my weight down harder. My core was burning and throbbing, and I needed this.

"Sadie! What are you doing?" He pressed his hands onto my waist and lifted me up and clear of his lap.

"Noo!" I wailed, squirming in his grip, and dropped my ass right back onto his bulge, then locked my legs around his waist. I started moving my hips with a purpose now. I couldn't help the moans that slipped out of my lips at the friction against my clit. "Please, Dad."

"Shit, Sadie...you're not thinking clearly." The words were catching in his throat. "Fuck..."

He never cursed around me. Hearing him do it now sent a rush of heat to my core.

"I am thinking super clearly. Trust me. Super. Please, it just feels so good, Dad," I pleaded, circling my hips against his hardness.

His bulge kept growing and he groaned, throwing his head back as his fingers dug into my hips.

"....Daddy?" I whimpered. "Can I call you 'daddy'? Guys told me they like it when I call them daddy."

"Guys?" My mouth was right next to his throat, and I felt his Adam's apple bob against my lips as he spoke. "I thought...shit...are you sexually active?"

"Mhmm." I pulled the skin on his neck into my mouth. It made my tongue feel better when it was sucking on something.

He cursed under his breath, his grip tightening painfully on my hips. "How many guys have you - " he cleared his throat " - uh, slept with?"

"Just two."

"In this house?"

"...Sometimes." I pulled back just enough to look at him. "Daddy? Can I take my panties off?"

He didn't answer, but his jaw flexed. I reached up to run a hand through his silver-streaked hair. "Daddy? What's wrong?"

Suddenly, he hoisted me up. I guess he hadn't really been trying before, because this time he effortlessly removed me off of his lap. He tossed me back onto the bed, and thenheclimbed on top of me.

I tried to loop my legs around his waist, but he drove his knees between mine, forcing them apart. When I reached out my arms to pull him back down, he caught my wrists and pinned them to the mattress.

"Sadie. I'm serious." He was breathing so heavily. I hoped he was okay. "Stop."

"Daddy, please," I whined, staring up at him. Why was he being like this? "I'm burning up and I feel so empty. You know, in my...pussy." He flinched as I said that. "I just want you to touch it. Please?"

He dropped his head, his chest heaving with each breath. I don't know what he was so hung up about, but I sensed his grip loosen slightly, so I wrenched one hand free, and reached down to rub my clit through my damp panties.

I whimpered at contact and he locked his eyes with mine. They looked feral - wide pupils with light brown rings around them.

"...Dad?"

"Can't believe you fucked other guys under my roof, Sadie." His voice was detached. Like he wasn't talking to me. Like he was devoid of emotion.

He leaned back, his fingers working quickly to undo his pants, freeing his erection. My eyes widened in surprise.

"What?" he said when he caught me staring. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. "You've already been fucked before. One more shouldn't matter, right?"

I licked my lips in anticipation. My tongue and lips still felt tingly, I wanted to suck on something so bad. Something like...my dad's cock. His shaft was so big, with a slight upward curve, and with thick veins running down its sides. The other guys I'd slept with were nowhere near his size. And I'd read somewhere that G-spot orgasms were guaranteed with a curve like that.

He palmed his shaft and brought it to my pussy, and started rubbing it over my folds. Oh, god help me. I had never felt so many heavenly sensations at once.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, staring down at my pussy. "How long has it been since I fucked?"

I didn't know! Why was he wasting time asking stupid questions?

I moaned as he dragged his length across my slick folds. I arched my hips to remind him that he needed to fuck me, not just drive me totally insane.

"Ugh...Da-ad...hurry up!" I whined.

He looked up at me with blank eyes. Like he was looking through me, not at me. "What's with the tone, Sadie?"

Moving closer to my face, he planted one hand beside my head on the mattress. "I'm your father, and you don't talk to me like that." He took his other hand and pressed two fingers firmly past my lips, sliding them into my mouth. "Is that clear?"

I nodded quickly, my lips immediately latching onto his fingers as I sucked on them greedily. My tongue was happy to finally have something to latch onto.

I looped my legs around my dad's waist to remind him that my other hole was still empty and he needed to fill it up. His shaft kept slipping past my opening. He took in a deep inhale, withdrew his fingers from my mouth, and guided his shaft to my entrance, pressing just the tip in.

"Remember this, Sadie - you came on to me."

With the last word, he finally thrusted his cock inside my aching tunnel.

"Ohh! Dad!" I could feel his erection throb inside me as his hot cock stretched my walls.

"Sadie..." he groaned, filling more and more of his daughter's body with his. It was so wrong. He shouldn't have been saying my name like that, not with that much lust and hunger in his voice.

"It feels so good, daddy," I whimpered. I was hyper-aware of every single inch of him. "Put it in all the way? Please, can you? Please." I urged him, digging my heels into his back.

He made a strange noise in his throat and then plunged all the way in, making me scream. His eyes widened at the noise, and I saw a flash of his usual self in his eyes. He immediately started to pull back. "Shit. Sorry, honey. I didn't...Does it hurt?"

"I liked it, daddy," I said. I squeezed my inner muscles around his length to keep him from pulling out further. His jaw tightened and then his expression turned purely animalistic. I could barely see the brown rings around his pupils.

He lowered his chest flat against mine as he started to fuck me. Really fuck me. Like it was a sport.

"Oh! Ohh! Yeah, mmm, daddy..." I cried as he pumped his big, hot cock into me. His pelvis kept slamming into mine with each stroke. I was sure I was in the highest heaven there was. With every pull, the curve of his shaft glided right against where I wanted it.

"God, Sadie," he grunted next to my ear. He kept muttering things as he drove in and out, like, "Your hot little pussy was made for my cock," and, "You're taking it so well, hon," and, "Your old man is proud of you."

"Thank you - ugh, daddy, I want to...mmh...make you proud an..ngh...happy."

"Are you going to keep making me happy, Sadie?" He cupped my face with both palms. I nodded into his warm hands.

For some terrible reason, he had started moving excruciatingly slowly.

"Do you know what that means, honey? You're going to have to take my cock whenever I need to fuck."

I nodded again, my eyes rolling back as he bottomed out. He'd always looked out for me; now it was my turn.

Then, he did something that somehow felt even more intimate than fucking. He lowered his mouth to mine and slid his warm tongue inside. I was happy to have it, of course. I immediately snaked my tongue over his and reached up, my fingers tangling in his hair. He groaned into my mouth, nudging that spot in my pussy again that was making me moan like a bitch.

"That's where my baby likes it?" he murmured inside my mouth.

"Mhmm." I ground my hips against his, panting with my tongue hanging out of my mouth, and Dad kept licking it with his. It was so wrong that it made my pussy get even wetter.

"I love you so much, Sadie...damn." He sucked my lips into his mouth, then dragged his tongue across them. "I'm going to keep fucking you, honey. From now on, you'll be my cum-dump, won't you?"

"Uh-huh," I agreed, clutching at his shirt. I clamped my walls down around his shaft again, drawing a groan from his chest.

"Oh fuck...Sadie...you really like this. You're gonna cum, honey? On your dad's cock?"

I nodded as my breaths became little whimpers and I ground roughly against him. He kept stroking that spot inside me and I gasped sharply as the heaviest orgasm I'd ever known rippled through me.

"Oh! Ohh...Dad! Mmh...soo good...mmh." My vision blurred and a smile spread on my face. I was floating to heaven. I knew right then that sex had never and would never feel this great. Ever again.

"Mm yeah...keep doing that, Sadie, keep pulsing around your dad's cock." He was panting heavily against my mouth. "How about I fill you up, honey? Would you like that?"

I nodded. I wanted nothing more than his cum in me.

"Hold on, honey." He pulled himself up, lifted my hips to his, then pulled almost all the way out. "You ready, Sadie?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded again.

With his head thrown back and his eyes shut, Dad slammed all the way back into me, stealing the air out of my lungs. He kept grunting as he hammered his weight into me again and again.

"Mmh fuck...holy shit...here it comes, Sadie. My little cum-dump, my little baby...here you go."

He cursed as he exploded inside me. I gasped at feeling of the thick waves of warm fluid flooding my tunnel. He groaned, lazily pumping his hips as he spilled the last ropes of his cum inside my womb. I realized my dad was the first man to cum inside me. That made me so happy. And finally, finally, the ache in my pussy was easing.

I saw it, then. The exact moment lust let him out of its claws. His eyes focused, traveling from my face down to where he was buried. Panic spread across his face, contorting his features, as he looked at my tunnel. It must have brimming with his seed.

"Shit," he muttered. He tried to scramble back, but I tightened my legs around his waist. 

"Dad, no! Don't go, please. I don't want to feel empty. Can we please stay like this?"

"Shit. Shit. Shit." Ignoring my plea, he forcefully pried my legs off him. He hauled his pants up, turned, and stumbled out of the room, cursing under his breath.

With his cum leaking down my thighs onto his sheets, I waited for him to come back.