The Games Some Daughters Will Play

by Lisa Smiles

When 18 year old Kylie jokingly adds a believable confession to an internet forum on incest, she gets a realistic suggestion: make it all look like a game. Soon Ben, her father, is enjoying rough-house games with his daughter again. No longer aloof, she's being playful, quite physical, careless about what she touches... she is being really quite naughty. Well daddy has some naughty games too!

A 7000 word story.

Kylie is wondering why everyone makes such a fuss about turning 18. It's not as though there are that many things she can do now that she couldn't before. But after a little snooping around on the web, and a little engagement with one very strange forum, she has had a very filthy idea, one it will be hard to get out of her head. Some of the old games she played with her father, when she was much younger, could be given a twist and made kinky. And if she's careful enough, he won't even know what she's up to!
It is this Kylie who Ben is met by on his living room floor, wanting to be a part of games she hasn't deigned be a part of for years. And although it all needs to be hidden from the other members of their family, his eldest daughter's new approach to old games is driving him crazy.
Don't come into their world if you're afraid of being corrupted, or unwilling to flow with some major transgressions.


“You don’t want to know how we played this game when we were younger,” he said, looking down over her lightly made face.

“Let me guess. Catch and kiss?” She made the sarcastic face of a girl with nothing left to learn from adults. He may as well leave.

“Oh you posh private school girls,” he sneered. “You’ve never heard of finger-wrestling, I bet?”

“Thumb wrestling?”

“Finger-wrestling. It’s full body wrestling but the loser gets fingered.”

“That doesn’t sound very hygienic!”

“Well aren’t you lucky times are so soft! Am I meant to be counting?” She tried shaking him off as though her three seconds had passed but Ben pushed her down casting a flash of fear in her eyes.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked. “Is that what you did?” “

Finger wrestling? It was the thing.”

Then her eyes narrowed and Ben could see she was thinking. “How far would the fingers go in?”


“Hardly at all.” A considered look turned her head sideways with her eyes still on his. “What?” he asked. “Do you want me to show you?”


About the Author

In their physical details, taboo acts can sometimes be no different from boring old honeymoon love scenes, but that's not my main focus. What fascinates me are relational details, or the way girls do their makeup, or the way incest is bass jumping compared to other sex that's just cricket. Why is that? It's precisely because of the fear. In the arts that fear is called The Sublime. You might feel it in your chest when you read me.

Please, reach out to me however you can. I want to work with you to provide unique reading experiences and valuable products that you will store and return to again and again.

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