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Chapter: 5
(Mutual)

After the *darshan*, we reached the bus stand to head back to our village. As we waited for the bus, my father’s gaze roamed all over my body—well, naturally, anyone would stare like that when a girl is wearing a *langa-voni* (traditional skirt and *voni*/dupatta). Along with his intense stares, he even tried to reach out with his hands a few times, but couldn't quite manage it because Mom was right there. Deliberately, whenever I caught him looking, I would pull my *voni* aside to reveal my navel or adjust my *pallu* to highlight my curves. You should have seen the look in his eyes—if no one else had been around, he would have crushed me in his passionate embrace. Just that look from him was enough to leave me half-drenched with desire.

A little while later, the bus arrived. We managed to find seats—one spot next to a woman, and a separate two-seater. Since Mom sat next to the other woman, my father and I ended up sitting together.

As soon as he sat down beside me, I said, "Don't try anything crazy; just sit properly."

Feigning innocence, he asked, "What do you mean by 'crazy things'?" I replied firmly, "The kind of things you did near the hotel yesterday."

Even as I said it, I knew he wouldn't be able to resist touching me. It wouldn't be a problem if he did, but then things would heat up, and I’d be left squirming and restless—that was my dilemma. But, contrary to what I had expected, he didn't try to touch me at all. He sat quietly, watching a movie on TV. Thinking, "Hmm... I suppose his urge has been satisfied by now," I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I woke up feeling something crawling on my thighs. It was my father’s hand. Wondering if he had placed it there in his sleep or on purpose, I looked at his face. As soon as I looked, he gave a faint smile. I immediately turned my face away.

My father shifted closer to me. My mother was asleep on the seat on the other side. I was anxious, fearing that if she woke up while he was doing something, we would get caught. While I was feeling this way, he gently pressed his fingers against my thigh.




I quickly pulled my legs back and whispered, "No, Dad—Mom is right there, please..." Hearing this, he sat up. Curious as to why, I watched as he took a thin blanket out of his suitcase. Realizing his plan, I thought to myself, "Oh my God, Dad!" He sat down next to me, dbangd the blanket over both of us, and said, "Now it doesn't matter if your mom wakes up, does it?"

"Oh, come on... no, Dad, plea-se..."

"What do you mean, 'no'?" “No—whatever it is you’re planning to do, don’t.”

“What could I possibly do?”

“You won’t do anything; just go to sleep.”

“Is that why you covered me with a blanket—so I’d go to sleep?”

“Psh… what else would it be for!?”

In response, Dad placed his hand on my thighs.

My legs began to tremble slightly. Still, managing to keep my composure, I said, “Don’t, Dad…” “I won’t do anything, really,” he whispered, gently stroking with his fingers.

I let out a soft, “Hmm…” and added, “That’s it—don’t go any further.”

“Can’t I even do this?” he asked, giving a light squeeze.

“Ugh… oh, Dad…” I breathed.

“Alright, I’ll only do as much as you’re comfortable with—is that okay?” he asked, continuing to gently press my thigh.

As a tingling sensation spread through my entire body, I let out an involuntary, “Mm…” Dad leaned closer and whispered into my ear, “Thanks for wearing a *langa-voni* (traditional skirt and shawl).”

“I didn’t wear it for you,” I replied with a laugh.

“Does it matter why you wore it? This is certainly convenient,” he said.

Then, catching me completely off guard, he reached under the blanket and pulled my skirt up above my knees. “Hey!” I started to cry out in alarm, but caught myself, fearing Mom might wake up. By then, Dad’s hand had already settled, warm and firm, against my bare thigh.

He began tracing his fingers lightly over them, saying, "Wow... your thighs are so soft," and started to massage them gently with his fingertips. As he massaged, I felt as though I were floating on air. Then, moving even closer, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me toward him.

He slid his hand down from my neck until it rested over my breasts, and asked, "Have you ever had these squeezed before?" His question made me feel completely flushed with heat. In that state, I let out a soft, "Hmm-mm..." "So, would you like me to squeeze them?" he asked, continuing to trace his fingers over me. Without saying a word, I shifted a little closer.

"So, that’s a 'yes,' then? Shall I squeeze them?"

"Oh, Dad..."

"Tell me—should I squeeze them, or not?"

"No..."

"What do you mean, 'no'?"

“No… sss… don’t press…”

“Don’t press what!?”

“Hmm… Dad… please…”

“Alright, I’ll press them. Go ahead and undo the hooks of your blouse.”

As soon as Dad said that, my whole body began to tremble. Gently pressing his fingers against my breasts, he said, “Come on, take it off—it’ll be nice…”

I wanted to take it off too, but I felt a sense of hesitation. Noticing this, he asked, “Shall I help you, then?” My throat went dry, and I just kept staring at him, my lips quivering.

Seeing my discomfort, Dad placed his other hand over my blouse. The moment his hand touched me, I felt a surge of intense sensation that made it hard to breathe; my breaths became heavy and labored. Dad traced the shape of my breasts with his fingers and remarked, “You’ve grown them quite well—perfect for squeezing!”

At his words, my breasts felt heavy, and my nipples hardened. I wished he would hurry up and take off my blouse. But Dad, showing no signs of haste, slowly undid the top hook. Feeling a slight sense of relief, I let out a soft, “Hmm…” He then ran his index finger along the cleavage between my breasts and said, “Wow… it feels just like touching a lump of fresh butter…”

A light sheen of sweat had formed between my breasts, thanks to Dad’s actions—or perhaps his words. He traced the area with his fingers and murmured, “Oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful if I licked this sweat away with my tongue?” I let out a soft, involuntary moan: “Hmm…” “Shall I?” he asked.

I felt myself growing even hotter. Dad slowly slid his head under the blanket and began to lick the spot gently. I gasped, “Ooh!” and pressed his head firmly against my breasts.

He licked them with such relish, as if savoring a sweet treat. As he continued, I began to sweat even more, my breathing becoming heavy and labored. Then, he slipped his tongue into the cleavage between my breasts and teased the skin, making me tremble. Suddenly, he pulled his head out from under the blanket and said, “This isn’t quite right—let me take it all in at once, shall I?”

I could only moan, “Hmm…” With a deep, heavy sigh, Dad undid the second hook. My breasts heaved with anticipation. He traced the space between them with his thumb and whispered, “My, how tempting my daughter’s breasts are…” He then undid the third hook and added, “Only two more hooks left. I’m taking them off now…”

Unable to contain my longing, I breathed out, “Dad… umm…” “Shall I unfasten it?” Dad asked. “Mm-hmm...” I replied. “Not like that—say it in words,” he said, tracing his finger over the fourth hook. Gasping with intense longing, I said, “Unfasten it, Dad...”

“Unfasten what?”

“Ugh... unfasten my blouse...”

“Whose blouse—who does it belong to?”

“Your daughter’s.”

“And what should I do once I’ve unfastened it?”

“Hmm... ugh...”

“Tell me, what should I do?”

“Ugh... ah... squeeze...”

“Squeeze what?”

“My... ah... my... balls... Dad... iss... mm...”

“Not ‘balls’—they have another name. Tell me...”

“Hmm... my... bre... breasts...”

“Mm... breasts...”

“Iss... squeeze my... breasts, Dad...”

My whole body was trembling. As soon as I said that, Dad undid the fourth hook.

Gasping for air, I pleaded, “Please, Dad... unfasten that one too.”

“What will happen if I do?” he asked, tracing his finger over the fifth hook. “Your daughter’s breasts are feeling so heavy, Dad...” I said, overcome with desire. Dad let out an “Mm...” and as he undid the final hook, I felt a sudden sense of release and let out a long, deep sigh—*“Ugh...”* Dad gently pulled my blouse aside and began to caress my breasts through my thin bra.

As he stroked them, my heart raced wildly. Unable to hold back any longer, I urged, "Ah... squeeze them faster, Dad!"

He replied, "The bra is in the way—how can I?" Feeling like I couldn't wait another second, I reached behind, unhooked my bra, and set my heavy breasts completely free.

"Mmm..." I let out, signaling for him to squeeze them now. Dad pulled me close, placed his hand on one of my breasts, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Ahh..." I moaned. Continuing to squeeze softly, Dad asked, "Does it feel good, having your dad squeeze them like this?" "Mmm..." I replied, leaning forward. "Will you let your dad squeeze them like this every day?" he asked, while gently rolling my nipple between his fingers. "Uh-huh..." I groaned, lost in the sensation.


"Oh, you moan so sweetly. Do you know what hearing you moan like that makes me want to do!?"

"Hmm... wh-what... w-will... you... do... oh... iss... Dad..."

"Right here, I want to..."

"Uh-huh... uh-huh... ahh... Da-ad..."

"I want to fuck you with such intense passion..."

"Hmm... iss..."

"Shall I tell you how I’m going to fuck you?" “Hmm..”

“Shall I tell you??”

“Hmm.. ah.. te..ll me..”



“I won’t tell you; I’ll show you when the time comes..”

“Ugh.. oh.. no.. no..”

“Mm.. mm..”

“Ah.. mm..”

“Should I suck your breasts?”

“Mm..”

“Tell me, should I suck them or not..”

“Oh… ah… suck them, Daddy…” I said, pulling him toward me. He slipped under the blanket and planted kisses between my breasts. Moaning, “Hmm…,” I pressed his head firmly against my chest and exclaimed, “Oh, Daddy! What are you doing? You’re not even thinking about the fact that I’m your daughter!”

“What am I doing?”

“Hmm… so… so… mmm…”

“Hmm… tell me…”

“Sss… you’re… you’re making me… ah… so aroused… iss…”

“Do you know how wonderful it feels to arouse one’s own daughter like this?” he asked, taking one of my breasts into his mouth.

My entire body was drenched in sweat from the intense heat. He took his time, trapping my nipple between his lips and licking it with his tongue. As he did this, my nerves felt completely unraveled. I let out a soft moan, stroking his hair, feeling as though I were floating on air. The sensation left me soaking wet below, and my ‘flower’ began to throb with a restless, aching intensity.

Perhaps noticing this, he stopped sucking my breasts, emerged from under the blanket, looked into my face, and asked, “How does it feel?” “Oh, honestly! Look at him—he does all these things to his daughter and then has the nerve to ask!” I replied, feigning a coy, delighted tone. “That’s all well and good, my daughter, but tell me—has the weight of your breasts been eased yet?” he asked, resuming his massage of my breasts. I couldn't even catch my breath to answer, so I just managed a, "Mmm... uhh..."

"So, how does it feel down there?"



"Ahh... ugh..."

"Tell me..."

"Mmm... ahh... I... I..."

"Go on... tell me..."

"Oh God... you're killing me, Dad..."

"Wow... my daughter is already overwhelmed by just a little bit of touching..."

"Hmm... this is the first time a man's hands have been on me, after all..."

"So, that means my daughter's virgin treasure is all mine, then. Let me take a look..." Saying this, he slid his hand between my thighs. As soon as he did, I stretched my legs wide apart. He placed his hand over my panties and felt around, saying, "Hmm... my daughter's 'field' is completely soaked." As he kept touching me, I became even wetter. He then slipped his finger under the edge of my panties and began to gently stroke my labia. Writhing in response, I gasped, "Oh... Dad... it feels so strange..."

"It’s really itching for some attention, isn't it?"



"Mmm..."

"Tell me, what should we do to satisfy that itch?"

"Mmm... oh... I don't know..."

"Shall I tell you?" “Iss… mmm…”

“Instead of using your finger on that itchy spot…”

“Umm… mmm…”

“You should rub it with your dad’s cock…”

“Hmm… ahh… hhh…”

“Do you want to see Dad’s cock?”

“Uh-huh… umm… iss…”

“So, should I take it out?”

“Iss… mmm… umm…”

“Just a minute…” Dad said, reaching to move his hand away from my flower, but I quickly grabbed his hand and stopped him.

“Hmm… has it gotten that hot down there?” Dad asked with a laugh.

“Well, wouldn’t it get hot if you keep poking around like that?” I retorted sharply.

“In that case, take off your panties. I’ll cool you down,” Dad said.





I glanced around; everyone else was fast asleep.

Just to be safe, I adjusted the blanket, slowly slipped off my panties, and was about to set them aside when Dad said, “Here, give them to me…”

“Ugh… why on earth would you want them!?” I asked, feeling shy.

“They’ve been hiding my daughter’s treasure all this time—let me have a look,” Dad replied.

“Ugh… you have absolutely no shame!” I said, feeling even shyer.

“After everything we’ve done, why be shy now? Come on, hand them over,” Dad insisted.

Still feeling shy, I handed them to him. He took them, took a deep, long sniff, and said, “Wow… so, my daughter’s juices smell this sweet.”

As soon as he said that, I pinched his thigh hard and laughed, “Ugh… you really have no shame at all!”



“What’s the rush? Let me extract your juices first—then we’ll see,” Dad said.

The moment he said that, I felt a sharp, intense tug deep within my flower. Unable to wait any longer, I pulled Dad’s hand and placed it between my thighs, letting out a soft, “Mm…” Dad gently caressed my sex, murmuring, “My, it’s gotten so hot…” as he pressed his thumb right where my labia met.



I jolted, hissing, “Sss…” Just as he began to stroke between my labia and reached my clitoris—ready to press down—the bus lights suddenly flickered on. Startled, we both quickly adjusted ourselves and sat upright. The bus had stopped in a village, and some passengers were getting off.

Still hidden beneath the blanket, I hurriedly fastened the hooks of my blouse. Seeing an empty seat next to her, Mom called me over. “It’s alright, Mom; I’ll just stay here,” I replied. “Come over here, dear. Let your father get some sleep,” Mom insisted. Fearing she might scold me if I kept resisting, I moved to sit next to her and glanced back at Dad. Seeing him sitting there with a crestfallen, pouting expression, I gave him a playful, mocking look before pulling the blanket over my head.

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Chapter: 6

(Encouragement)

Once we reached home, everyone got busy with their own tasks. With Mom around, Dad couldn't really get his hands on me—except for the occasional squeeze of my butt or a pinch on my waist when she wasn't looking. My own craving to have Dad do things to me was growing intense; 

I was struggling so much that I even found myself in the bathroom, trying to find some relief. We were both waiting for the right moment, but aside from a few fleeting, stolen touches, no real opportunity had come up. Let me tell you about one of those brief encounters.

When we heard a flat nearby was up for sale, Mom, Dad, and I went to take a look. The broker was showing us around the place—it was a duplex. While Mom and I were checking out the rooms on the lower level, Dad went upstairs. Noticing this, I quietly followed him up. In one of the rooms, Dad was opening and inspecting the cupboards. I walked up to him and said, "Mom is downstairs looking at the kitchen." Dad looked at me. "Don't do anything to me—she’ll be up here in ten minutes," I said, stretching my body languidly. "Doesn't saying 'don't do anything' actually mean 'do something'?" Dad replied, grabbing hold of me. I swayed playfully and said, "Oh, Dad! You shouldn't hold your daughter like this—it won't look good if Mom sees us!" 


Suddenly, Dad pressed his palm against the fold at my waist and asked, "How about I hold you like this?" I let out a sigh and said, "You shouldn't be holding me there at all." "Then where should I hold you?" he asked, placing both his hands on my waist this time and gently squeezing the folds. I groaned, "Ugh... Dad! What if Mom sees us?" As soon as I said that, Dad quickly pulled me into the narrow space beside the cupboard. "Oh, Dad! What are you doing!?" I asked, feigning alarm. Dad pressed me against the wall and replied, "Just making sure your mom doesn't see..."

"Hmm... so what!? You shouldn't be pulling your daughter away like this."

"I need to talk to you about something..."

"Ugh... what is it?"

"I thought we could have a little fun before your mom notices..."

"What kind of fun!?"



"The same game we played on the bus the other day..."

"Ugh... that's wrong, Dad! You shouldn't play games like this with your daughter."

"Fine, I won't just play on the surface like that..."

"Hey... why are you squeezing me like that!?"

"You let me squeeze everything the other day, didn't you? Why are you acting like this now?"

"I don't know... I just didn't feel like telling you to stop when you were squeezing me back then."

"Alright, then don't tell me to stop now, either." “Hmm… ooh… does it feel good to you when it’s pressed like that?”

“Will you press it too?”

“Press what?”

“You know, the thing you saw the other day…”

“Hmm… I’m not pressing anything.”



As I said that, Dad pulled my hand and placed it against the front of his pants. It felt hard underneath. “Press it,” he said. “No, Dad, don’t… it’s wrong,” I said, while giving it a light squeeze. Perhaps because it was my first time holding it, a shiver ran through my entire body the moment I pressed it. Dad leaned forward and asked, “Does it feel good…?” I let out a sigh—*humm*—and said, “You’re a bad daddy.”

“Why?”

“Does this happen to you even when you’re with your daughter?”

“What do you mean, ‘happens’?”

“You know, getting all hard like this…” I said, squeezing it a bit firmer. “Besides, is it even right to have your daughter press it like this?”

“Well, why don’t you take off my pants and press it then?”

“Ugh! Have you no shame? Why would I take off your pants?” “Looking at you, your dad’s cock has really perked up... I was hoping you’d let me lay you down...”

“Ugh... yuck... oh my god, the way he talks...”

“Hmm... take it out and squeeze it, come on...”

“Uh-uh...”

“Fine then, just squeeze it from over your clothes...” he said, placing his hands on my breasts. 

“What a size! No matter how much I squeeze, I just can’t get enough,” he muttered, grabbing them firmly.

 I let out a moan—*“Mmm...”*—and said, “Let go, Dad... Mom will be home in another five minutes.” Dad replied, “Oh! Still five minutes left, huh!?” and pulled me into a fierce embrace, biting my lip.

“Ugh… why are you biting like that?”

“Alright, I won’t bite—I’ll just suck on it instead…”

“Oh god… you’re killing me, Dad…”

“Mmm… pshh…”

“Mmm… sss…”

“You’re so incredibly intense…”

“Sss… oh god… Dad…”

“Shall we continue what we started on the bus the other day?”

“What are you talking about!?”

“You know—the ‘treasure’ hidden beneath your panties…”

“Oh, Dad… no…”

“But it’s *my* treasure, isn’t it?”

“Mmm… don’t put your hand there, Dad… oh! You actually did it! Oh my god, Dad… hmm… okay, just hold it from the outside… ugh… oh, don’t push your hand inside… ugh… mmm… you pushed it all the way in!! Mmm…”

“Wow… are you already leaking this much fluid!?”

“Well, wouldn’t it leak if you kept poking around like that!?”

“Tell you what—let’s go into the bathroom and see just how much has come out.”

“No, let’s not…”

“Why not?”

“Because once we’re in there, you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself.”

“And what will I do?”

“You’ll end up doing all sorts of things to it…”

“To what!?”



“To your daughter’s ‘treasure’…”

“Well then, why don’t *you* play with your dad’s ‘sweet treat’ instead?”

“Ew! I shouldn’t be touching *yours*.” “You’re already fondling them from the outside, aren’t you? What would happen if you took them out and fondled them properly!?”

“I don’t know… *hiss*… why do you always keep squeezing them from behind? Do you like them that much?”

“Hmm… do you have any idea how wonderful they feel?”

“How would I know? You’re always staring at them so hungrily—you should be the one to tell me!”

“Well, you keep turning around and showing them off, don’t you?”

“I’m not showing anything off! Oh… *ugh*… honey…”

“God… just touching them makes me feel like I’m melting…”

“Hmm… *ah*… why are you pressing right there?”



“Sorry, love—I forgot about the ones in the front. Tell you what, shall I do this?”

“Do what!?”

“I’ll squeeze the ones in the back and bite the ones in the front. Oh… you could press even harder, couldn’t you?”

“Hmm… oh, honey… *ah*… *mm*… *hiss*… *mm*… *ah*… don’t bite too hard, honey… *mm*… *ah*…”

“Oh… keep pressing just like that… why don’t you unzip it and reach inside?”

“Oh no, Mom might walk in! *Mm*… *ugh*… the zipper won’t budge. *Ugh*… honestly… how can you ask your own daughter to do things like this?”



“It’s even better because you’re my daughter. Pull your underwear down.”

 “Oh, I’m not pulling it… Ugh, don’t bite! Fine, I’ll pull it…”

“Ah… oh, it feels so wonderful when your hand touches me…”

“Ugh… why is it so hot, Dad?”

“Well, put it in here and cool it down…”

“Ah… don’t poke around there, Dad! Alright, wait… let me spread my legs a bit… mmm…”

“Mmm… it’s so soft…”

“Hey… are you going to tear my panties!?”

“That’s exactly why I asked you to come into the bathroom. In there, I could take off your panties and… your pussy…”

“Ugh… you shouldn’t talk like that to your own daughter, Dad—have you no shame!?”



“You’re grabbing and squeezing Dad’s cock—don’t you have any shame?”

“Well, it’s my own father’s cock, so why shouldn’t I squeeze it? Ugh, damn… even I’m starting to use dirty language now.”

“That’s just the beginning; you’ll be using much worse once I start fucking you.”

“Oh, look at you—so eager to fuck your own daughter…”

“Did you think I’d let you go without fucking you?”

“But Dad, you shouldn’t fuck your own daughter…”

“Wouldn’t it be great to get fucked by your own father? So, when are you going to let me fuck you?”

“I’m not going to let you fuck me.”

“Fine, don’t ‘let’ me. I’ll fuck you so hard your pussy swells up…”

“Iss… Dad… mmm… ah… don’t touch it like that… oh… ah…”

“Ah… keep moving like that… it feels so good… mmm… mmm…”



“Iss… why is it so hard, Dad!?” “Hmm… ah… to push it inside, it needs to be this firm. Mmm… keep moving it like that… iss…”

“Ah… Daddy… mmm… yes, just like that… oh, it’s burning down there, Daddy…”

“Aah… mmm… oh man… the way you say that… makes me want to climb on top of you right here… mmm…”

“Mmm… no, Daddy… oh… you’re really going to put something this big inside, aren’t you…”

“It’s alright—your ‘treasure’ will swallow my ‘sweet treat’ just fine…”

“Ugh! You have no shame at all! Oh my god… look at how he’s poking around inside his own daughter’s pussy…”

“Mmm… iss… oh, this panty is just in the way. From now on, don’t you dare wear a bra or panties when I’m around…”

“Mmm… if I don’t wear them, then you… oh… Daddy… ah… don’t poke so hard… mmm…”

“Looking at you just makes me lose all control… tell me, then…”

“Uss… what am I supposed to say!?”

“When I’m home…”

“Mmm… alright… I won’t wear them when I’m home…”

“Mmm… iss… then, next time, I’m definitely going to fuck you…”

“Mmm… what if Mom sees us? Ah… it’s coming… stop now, Daddy…”

“Oh… you tell me to stop, yet you’re squeezing mine so hard?”

 “Mmm… ah… Dad… mmm… ugh… damn… I really shouldn’t be wearing these panties… ah…”



“Sss… mmm… why don’t you bend down a little?”

“Ugh… he’s asking me to bend over, not even caring that I’m his daughter… damn… mmm…”

“Why are you wiggling around like that, my sweet daughter?”

“Mmm… suck harder, Dad… mmm… push it in deeper…”

“Doesn’t look like just fingers will be enough for you…”

“Mmm… are you going to push *that* in!?”

“Push what in?”

“Your… ah… mmm… your cock… sss…”

“Ah… ah… sss… should I push it in?”

“Mmm… no…”

“Why?”

“You shouldn’t push it into your own daughter… umm… just poke around inside a bit, Dad… sss…”

“You’re happy to be poked, but you don’t want to be fucked?”

“You actually just poked around when I asked you to? Oh… mmm…”

“So, I should have just fucked you without asking, then…”

“Ah… umm… damn… mmm…”

Just as we were both getting equally heated, we heard footsteps on the stairs. We quickly pulled ourselves together. After zipping up his pants, Dad gave me a squeeze there and said, “Damn! You have no shame, letting your own daughter fondle you like this.” Saying this, I hurried outside.

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