Rearing my Daughter

Cute Incestuous Relations and Anal Deception

by Lisa Smiles

Have you ever wondered what would happen if your 18yo super hot daughter thought she had worms and you had cause to examine her rectum? What if you found no evidence of intestinal worms but decided to lie, as your excuse to keep looking and providing her with new “treatments”? How far would you go with your deception? And at what point might you wonder if she was really as dumb as she appears?

A 6400 word story.

The daddy you will meet in Rearing my Daughter is a sweet innocent guy, faithful to his invalid wife and flunky daughter who would rather stay at home than go out and party with friends. When he is led by desire though, he can be just as sneaky as his daughter is kinky.


Wounded but not defeated I go to my room and start searching for natural remedies for intestinal worms. It turns out one is called semen arecae. There are some photos of Chinese herbs on the web, but that doesn’t concern me as much as this name: semen arecae.
“Emma,” I say, tapping at her door.
“Go away!”
“Just tell me, is it still itchy?”
“Of course it’s itchy! It’s driving me crazy.”
“There’s a natural remedy I found on the web.”
The door opens and I see she’s in an old pair of flannel pajamas she stole from my wardrobe, because she likes them pre-softened. What she doesn’t know is that before they go from my wardrobe to hers, all my old pajamas have had nearly all the font buttons removed. She’s even less bothered about covering up since our bathtub adventures so is treating her lonely old dad to an open-front view of her chest.


�m passing her a page I printed off of the web, one with no pictures of herbs, just clear mentions of intestinal worms, natural remedies and a heading Semen Arecae. She’s not much of a reader, my girl, so has to ask what it means.
“Semen kills intestinal worms.”


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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