Message-ID: <13710eli$9808050228@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ink@popmail.com Subject: Tomboy (FM, voy, incest) 1/? Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6q4dc4$ttg$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Warning: This story contains material not suitable for younger readers. If you are under eighteen years of age, mentally or physically, please delete this file. Note from Author: Any comments, notes, whining, editing hints, mockeries, or other remarks may be e-mailed to ink@popmail.com "Tommy" By ink Chapter One Pensive and frightened she moved into the small room. There was a faint odor in the air, a smell she was familiar with yet couldn't place. The same blonde woman who she had seen her father with a few nights before laid next to her father now, or at least she looked like the same woman. As the young girl tiptoed through the room she vainly attempted to maneuver around the various garments that littered the floor. She moved to the far corner of the room, the corner untouched by the city lights coming in from the window. Here she sat drawing her knees up to her chin. She set the sketchpad she carried at her feet, and pulled from her pocket two pieces of charcoal. From her corner she had a perfect view of the couple's prone bodies. The strange woman was facing away from her, she studied her flat back and how it lead down to her shapely bottom and wide hips. The line of her body was perfectly silhouetted by the glow of the city. There were times when it took a thousand tried to catch a shape, but this time was different. The coal slid across the paper as if greased, and there was the woman's back. With a flick of her wrist the alien woman's buttocks were recreated. Then her father's hand absently laid over the woman's hip took shape on the page. The girl looked over to her father's unshaven face. It hurt a little inside to see how his eyes looked worn and the wrinkles around them looked so deep. He wasn't a bad person, in fact he was one of the hardest working and kind men she knew. He was just alone. So very alone. She roughly outlined his face as she had done many times before. Then his sparse graying hair mussed by a night of intimate relations. Then she moved to his chest, with its sparse hair and firm muscles. His waist was covered by the blanket, just a single leg peaked out and was slipped in between the legs of the woman he laid next to. When she was finished with their bodies, she drew the messy bed and the tangles cloths around it. She moved her sight to the half open window that was covered with a set of thick bars. She drew the bars and the buildings behind them. Holding the sketchpad up, the young girl smiled at her work. She looked up and saw that the sun was just starting to rise. She knew she had to wake her father soon, and knew how awkward it would be to wake him with his 'guest' in bed. She tiptoed out of the room and took solace in the neighboring kitchen. She started her daily routine of making coffee and breakfast. She purposefully made a lot of noise in hopes it would rouse her father. Fortunately for her it worked and she didn't have to go back in the room and go through the embarrassment of waking her father and his lover. After a few minutes of listening to yawns and the sound of draws opening, her father came out of the room wearing a white tee shirt and boxer shorts. "Morning honey." her father said as he stretched and sat down. She came over and placed the plait of eggs down in front of him and he absently kissed her on the forehead. "Morning Daddy." She said completing the morning ritual with the addition of coffee and his paper. He looked at his daughter as she walked around the kitchen cleaning up and getting him ready for work. She wore very much the same thing he did, only her tee shirt was a bit tighter around her breasts and she wore a pair of light blue boxers he recognized as his own. She was a beautiful young girl, looking every bit like her mother. He smiled as she went about ironing his shirt and picking out a tie for him to wear. She had shoulder length hair that was a rich chocolate brown color. As usual, her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, a few strands came out of the tail and fell across her face. Her eyes were crystal blue, and were very large. Her skin was light and she had a surprisingly clear complexion for her age. She had a pretty normal body for a sixteen year old girl. She stood about five foot two inches, and she weighed about 140 pounds. She was a little heavy for her age, giving her a healthy look. Her cheeks were a little chubby and her hips and bust were a little bigger then most girls her age. But of course her father didn't see that. Her father saw a perfect little reflection of her mother. He smiled as she finished his shirt and caught him watching her with his sad grin. She smiled back at him knowing the phase that what about to escape his lips. "You know you look just like you mother, Tommy." She smiled wider and shook her head, every morning it was the same thing. Then she remembered the thing that made this morning different, the woman sleep in her father's bedroom. She wondered when the best time to bring that very fact up was. "Um, daddy?" He looked up from his paper, "Yes honey?" She looked away as she mumbled, "When should we... uh... wake up your... um... friend?" He stopped chewing and coughed a bit. "Oh, yes. I almost forgot about Carrie." He looked up at the clock. "Don't worry about her, honey. You had better get ready for school." She nodded sadly and shuffled off to her room to dress for school. "Tommy," her father called as she left the kitchen, "I love you." She smiled a crooked smile and replied, "Love you too daddy." "Tommy" had been her nickname as long as she should remember. Her real name, Autumn, was just a bit too feminine the rough and tumble tomboy that she was all through her childhood. Even now, while she was at that awkward age of sixteen and longed to be a woman, the name still stuck. Her room was a typical teen age girl's room. She didn't let many people in here, because it gave away the fact that she was most certainly not the tomboy most people knew her as. Her room was filled with girlie things. Things that made her feel pretty. Her bed was full of stuffed animals and on her dresser was a vast array of little knickknacks and jewelry boxes. Her walls held posters of movie stars and rock and roll bands, and on the large mirror on her wall were hundreds of pictures of friends and family. Absent from the decorations around the room were the pictures she drew. She always hid those away. It was almost like a diary of pictures to her. Although she knew in her heart that she was very talented at drawing, she lacked the confidence to she anyone else her pictures. Opening the curtains, she took a deep breath as the morning sun hit her body. She smiled wide as she looked out at the cool city streets and the hustle and bustle of the morning rush. Stepping away from the window she slipped of the tee shirt, feeling how the soft well worn cotton rubbed across her body. She wiggled her hips and the boxer short slipped down her legs. She felt a bit embarrassed dressing this close to the open window, but the sun felt warm on her skin. Nude, she walked to her closet and pulled out her school uniform. Her father was in no way a rich man, but he had made sure to send her to a very good private school in the city. She was never sure how her father was able to pay for it, but she knew it must have taken a lot of nights playing piano in cheap bars and tuning pianos for people in their basement. She was glad for these school uniforms, she would surely have had nothing to wear that would keep up with the fancy dresses of the rich girls who went to St. Ann's must have had at home. This uniform made her equal there. Of course there were still extras that she didn't have. The fancy coats, the hair clips, the jewelry, and the make up. But in a way it made her popular in school. Wearing her father's old navy jacket made her the envy of many in the schoolyard. She was Tommy, the tough girl, the tomboy, the girl from the dangerous part of town who always had stories to tell. She slipped on a fresh pair of panties, and a bra. She pushed her breasts, that were somewhat large for her age, into the tight fabric. She slipped the silky smooth white blouse on and buttoned each of the pearly white buttons. Then she pulled on each of the black stockings. last she put on the skirt and tried, as always, in vain to pull it down to cover that bit of skin that the knee high stockings left exposed. Once she was dressed she went about brushing her hair and putting it neatly in a pony tail. She put on the little make up she did use, a little mascara and a little lip gloss. Looking in the mirror she pressed her pink lips together and kissed. She finished her morning ritual by spraying a bit of perfume on her legs, arms, and neck. Tommy got her backpack together and was about to open the door when she heard a shrill giggle come from the other side. She stopped and put her ear to the door. "No, you have to go now Carrie. I will call you tonight and you can come to the bar." She heard her father trying to be both nice and forceful to the woman. "I just don't want you to meet my daughter just yet, not like this." Tommy heard the woman's squeaky voice again, "What are you embarrassed of me? Don't want me to meet your kid?" She heard some movement. "Fine, I am not really interested in James the family man anyway, I am interested in Jimmy the lover man with the big fat..." Then she heard another shrill giggle. "Not so loud, she is probably almost ready for school. So just go back into my room and wait ten minutes while I say goodbye to her, ok?" She heard some more giggling. The woman spoke again "Ok Jimmy, as long as after you play father with her... you come in there and be my daddy like last night." Followed by another fit of giggling. Tommy swallowed hard. She was disgusted by that woman. "Why would my father be with a woman like that?" she thought. Shaking her head she listened as her father's bedroom door closed. She opened her door and trying not to look at her father in the kitchen. "Honey." She heard from behind her as she tried to make her way to the door. She turned to see her father standing there with his arms crossed and a sorry look on his face. "Yes, Daddy?" she asked innocently. He walked over to her and gave her a hug. She hugged him back inhaling deeply his warm masculine smell. "I am sorry I let her stay here baby, I know it makes you uncomfortable." She hugged him tighter and whispered, "It is ok daddy. I know you need... women friends. I don't care. Just be careful, I don't like her." He parted from her and looked at her with a smile and a raised eyebrow. "Ok, honey I will watch out for her." She smiled her crooked smile again and tried to straighten his hair a little. "Well I have to go to school, daddy. I will be home at about three o'clock. I will cook you some lasagna, ok?" He laughed. "Ok honey, thanks." and with that she opened the door and walked out. She waited a moment leaning against the door until she heard her father lock the door behind her. Chapter Two As usual the steps of St. Ann's Preparatory School for Girls were crowded with laughing and chattering adolescents. Stepping off the bus, Tommy navigated around the various cliques of teenagers, trying to get to the door of the school without being pulled into some mindless conversation. Successful, she pulled on the heavy door of the huge marble and stone building, letting out a little groan at the weight of the door. As the door closed behind her she was swiftly removed from the cold day, and the hundreds of giggling girls. She was inside the huge school's lobby. She loved this school, past all of the over strict teaching staff, past all of the arrogant rich girls, there was a warmth and a piety in this place. She felt safe here. The bell rang and quickly the lobby was filled with girls. Tommy rushed to her first class, French. It took Tommy about two years to learn the French language, she was now in her third year of French class and she was bored out of her mind. She sat at her desk leaning her chin on her hand and her elbow on the desk. She stared out windows and lapsed into a gray ingénue. Tommy almost fell asleep the way she usually did on these slow Monday mornings, then she remembered the picture she drew this morning and that she still needed to do some shading on the walls and bed sheets. She took out the sketch a quickly covered it with her textbook. She slid the textbook off just a bit so she could shade the wall of her father's room. "Miss Piper, I hope you are drawing something that has to do with irregular verbs." Tommy was frightened, the teacher was right in front of her looking quite angry. Tommy quickly covered up her art and opened her textbook to a random page. "Um, yes Sister Elena, I mean, no Sister," Tommy looked down at her book and then to other girls for support. All of the girls were either giggling, or simple looking annoyed about having their lesson interrupted. "Alright young lady, hand over the drawing. I will give it back when the class is over." Sister Elena held out her hand and waited. Tommy turned beet red and slid down into her seat. "Um, Ma'am, I will not draw again, I will put it away I promise." She moved to take the picture and put it in her book bag, but the nun caught her and snatched the picture away. Tears filled Tommy's eyes as she heard the nun whisper, "Why you filthy little..." she was cut off by the bell signaling the end of class. All of the students simultaneously got up from their seat, all except Tommy. She sat watching the nun/teacher figure out what to do with her. The nun walked over to her own desk and quickly wrote a not and stapled it to the sketch. She put both in a large envelope. By this time students from the next class were hurrying into the room. The nun handed Tommy the envelope and spoke quickly and sternly to her about what to do with it. "Take this envelope to the office of the Mother Superior, give it to her and tell her I will come to talk to her about it when this class is over." The nun looked right into Tommy's eyes. "And if I find out you did go straight to the office..." she was once again cut off by a bell, this one signaling the start of class. Tommy walked out of the class and stood in the vacant hall. She knew there was no way she was going to show this picture to anyone else. She knew that if the Mother Superior saw it she would surely show it to her father and there was no way Tommy would let that happen. Tommy had cut class before, so she knew the way to do it very easily. She went to the one fire exit that she knew was unlocked and she simply walked out. She ran across the street without looking back at the school. She ran still another block before she came to the bus stop. She waited patiently for the city bus, wondering if the driver might ask her questions about why she was leaving early. She made an elaborate excuse for leaving, but when the bus finally arrived, the driver simply nodded to her as she paid the fare. She knew her father left for work about a half an hour after she left for school, she hoped that the woman who was there this morning was gone also. Tommy took the elevator up to the third floor. She walked to the door and crossing her fingers she slipped the key into the lock and opened the door. The house was silent. All the lights were off and the only illumination was from the windows. She smiled and closed the door. She went to her room and turned on the lights. It felt strange to be here during the day and mixed with that oddness was the cold knot growing in her stomach that reminded her that the school would eventually call and her father would eventually find out. Tommy reasoned that although her father would find out, he would not see that he was the man in the picture. Tommy hid the picture with the rest of her most secret sketches, under her bed. Tommy laid on the bed and spread her legs and arms out sighing deeply. It felt good to be home. She slipped off her shoes and then stood up. Tommy walked around the silent house. She didn't turn on any of the lights. She walked to her father's room. The first thing she noticed was that same odor again, the one she noticed that morning. It was much stronger now. She walked to the bed and saw that they were even more messed up. She knew what that small was. It was sex. It was the mix of sweat, and the scents of both her father's body and his lover's body. She was both aroused and repelled by this aroma. She sat down on the bed and wonder for a moment what it must have been like just an hour ago in this bed. Where there noises? Was it wild or calm? Suddenly Tommy's body froze. She heard the unmistakable sound of the door unlocking, then opening. She looked around the room for some place to hide. She saw the closet half open and without a thought she was inside of it. She was shaking and almost crying as she pulled the door closed. She heard the sound of her father low laughter and some woman voice. She didn't know what to do. She reasoned that her father must be on a lunch break so she would simply stay in the closet for an hour or so until he went back to work. She heard louder sounds of talking and laughing and realized that her father and his friend were now in the bedroom, only a few feet away from her. Chapter Three Breathing as quietly possible, Tommy opened the closet door a crack. She saw her father sitting on the bed, a red headed woman stood in front of him. Tommy almost gasped when she saw that the woman had taken her shirt off, and her bare breasts were inches away from his face. Tommy was unsure of what to do, but as much as she knew she shouldn't watch what was about to transpire, she could not take her eyes off the act that was taking place before her. Her father placed his hands on the woman's hips and pulled her to him. The woman's breast moved across his lips and he opened his mouth to let one of the hard nipples slip past his lips. She tipped her head back as he enveloped her nipple in the warm wetness of his mouth. Now Tommy's mouth was dry and her sight was locked on this erotic plot unfolding before her eyes. Her body was starting to tingle all over and her head was getting light. She felt herself go through these little stages of arousal as she watch the woman with her father slowly remove her skirt and shoes. She swallowed deeply. The woman was now wearing nothing except thin white silk panties. Tommy's father kissed the woman between her small breasts and then moved up to her neck. He stood up and they embraced and kissed wildly. He backed away just long enough to pull of his shirt and throw it across the room in one smooth motion. Tommy marveled at how masculine that simple action made her father look, how unbelievably wild and erotic it made him. She watched as they kissed and slowly her eyes moved down to the jeans her father was wearing. She bit her lip hard. She knew he would take them off soon. She knew she would see his sex. She had seen it before, of course, but always as he slept, or in a rushed moment as he exited the shower. This was so very different. She knew it was hard now. She knew it was hard and red and burning hot. She closed her legs together tightly feeling this strange mix of guilt and pleasure slip from her stomach down between her legs. She moved a bit and felt a silky wetness there, between her legs. Moving again a little air came under her skirt and cooled this heat that was stirring there. She bit her lip again and clenched her fists knowing how wrong it was to feel this way, especially about her own father. Then she heard it. It was a slight sound, one she would have surely missed if it were not totally silent in the room. A zipper, opening. She sat with her eyes still closed. She heard some rustling. She heard the bedsprings creak. Then she heard a sound she had only heard in heard in dreams she hide away from the world. She heard the dark rolling purr of her father receiving pleasure. It was kind of a growl and a moan all in one, it sent chills down her spine and made her legs clench together tightly. She was now afraid to open her eyes, knowing that she would she her father, nude, aroused, in the mists of sex play with this little red head. This itch was starting down in her sex; a little itch that she knew would only grow. The silence was suddenly broken again as the woman cried out "Jimmy!" It was a plea, a moan, and a scream all at once. Tommy could not take it any longer, she had to see what they were doing, her eyes opened with a flash. Tommy saw her father standing at the foot of the bed. His eyes were closed and he was completely nude. She looked at his face, he looked deep in concentration. Tommy's gaze fell. She saw the woman lying on the bed with her legs spread far apart. Her father was fucking this woman. Tommy's grew very wide as she watched this act she had never seen. She saw her father's well built body flexing as it moved forwards and backwards. She looked down and she could just make out the thing that connected her father and his lover. Tommy only saw a small piece of this most secret part of her father. She saw it wet moving in and out of the woman's sex. Tommy sudden lost control of her breathing. She felt as if her heart had suddenly jumped to twice its normal pace. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and her mouth was open. Tommy felt that itch within her grow. She was aching between her legs. Her thighs were clenched together and the thin fabric of her panties were pressed against her sex. She could feel every fiber of the cotton panties as they clung wetly to her. Tommy was almost unaware of her hand drifting to touch her own breast. She absently cupped and cradled them. She continued focusing all her attention on her father as her hand moved down her body. She moved her skirt away. She parted her legs. She slipped her hand under the thin panties. She bit her lip to stop from screaming as her finger penetrated the lips that were closed holding in the heat and moisture. She winced as her finger pasted over her now supersensitive clit. It was only a second until her body tightened, bracing for the impact of a tremendous orgasm. Her eyes didn't close as they usually did when she climaxed. She watched. She watched as her father's jaw clenched. She watched as her father's fist tighten. She watched as she came with her father. Finally she closed her eyes. Her finger slipped deeper into the warmth. She penetrated her sex as in her mind's eye she pictured her father's cock inside of her. She saw herself on the bed looking up at his loving face, looking up as his crooked smile, feeling his hands on her hips. She came harder. She kept it all in though, never letting out a peep. She came again and again each thrust of her father's hips in her mind making a new wave of pleasure washed over her. -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/rg_mkgrp.xp Create Your Own Free Member Forum -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----