RADHA'S LOVE

I don't know who's penned this beauty. But, I really loved the narrative skills of this author.

That's why, I didn't tried to write it in telugu language. I just changed the title and the narrator's name to make name pretty convenient, that's it. I hope you'll enjoy this story as I do.

RADHA's LOVE

Hi every one,

My name is Radha, I am 19 and doing first year of my graduation. Story of my life is very short, simple and spicy. I live with my dad, mom died long back; I was 6 at that time. I have very few memories of her, she was a very beautiful women and I am also equally beautiful (people say so). I am the only CH*LD, so, my grandmother and my dad have brought me up. My grand mother was a very graceful lady who also left us some five years back since then its just dad and me living together. Last five years has entirely changed our relation.

When I look back in time, I see myself as a bubbly and a kind of naughty

daughter of my sweet and perfect dad. And now on this day I am more of his

wife than his daughter and he is more of a lover than my dad. Ya I am not

kidding, I am living incest. Its not that I am complaining, I am happy with

this present state and so is he. We have reached here with a mutual consent.

He never FO*CED himself on me rather I shall say I volunteered for it.

It all started when I was 15. I was in tenth standard. It was an important

year academically. So I used to stay up late at nights to study. Which was

no problem as I had a separate room. That was a very naughty age; my whole

personality was undergoing drastic changes. My sexuality was also coming

into existence; I started to feel the heat and need of sex. Girls at school

used to tell their sex tales, which I now know were just fiction, of

steaming sexual encounter with all sort of guys. Of course I even started to

masturbate with all sorts of fantasies.

My first encounter, in a sexual way, with my dad happened at that period of

time. One December night I was studying late. It was around 12:30 at night,

when one of my friends called, our conversation started in relation of the

studies and eventually the most hot and obvious topic came up, very soon.

She was telling me about the things she did that day with some guy in her

locality. Her story was quite hot and was making me horny too. I was lying

on the bed with a quilt over me. I was sitting with my back against the wall

and knees folded up with a book on my lap, over the quilt. As our

conversation continued I was getting hornier with every passing second. Soon

I felt mist in between my legs; I even felt my small nipples getting hard.

She was telling me how that guy called her on the terrace, how they

smooched, how he felt her tits over her shirt and then he made her lay on

the floor and how he fucked her. I didn’t remember when my hand went in my

payjamas/panties, but at the end of her story I was wildly fingering my

self. When I told her this, to my surprise, she said that she was also doing

the same. I was so deeply involved in the act and in the conversation that I

didn’t knew when did dad came in my room and for how long he was standing

there, because my eyes were almost close while I was doing it.

I almost panicked on seeing him standing right on top of my head. I almost

threw the phone and in the next second I was sitting up right. And said ‘ hi

dad, how areeeeeee you, howww come you came hereeeeee.’ in a shaking voice.

My throat went dry and my whole body was shaking as if I had seen a ghost.

But he didn’t say a word and went away. I also remained spooked and still

for some time. Then after some time I went off to sleep but I was very

scared about, what is going to happen tomorrow morning and how will I face

him.

He waked me up, by calling my name and shaking me from my arm. When I opened

my eyes, it was still dark outside; the clock on the side table was showing

three am. I sat up and switched the table lamp on, which was also on the

side table, he then sat on the side of my bed facing me. He looked very strange at that time. I then collected some courage and took his hand in my

hands and said, very softly ‘hey pa, is every thing you look upset?’ he then

said ‘Radha I am not able to sleep, I am worried about you, it seems that I

am not taking good care of you, I wish that your mom was alive.’ And started

to weep. I then took his face in my hands and said ‘Pa there is nothing like

that, that you are thinking, you are the best dad anyone can have’ and

consoled him to make him stop crying. He then, finally stopped to cry and

said ‘Radha you know that after your mom died, despite of everyone forcing

me to re marry I didn’t did so, because I knew if I get married again, it

would have ruined your life, I was, like scared of the typical stepmother

thing. It’s only for you that I sacrificed my whole life. Moreover I didn’t

even had any affair and I never brought any women home, because of you, but

now I think that I have failed in upbringing you, was my love not enough

that you needed a boyfriend at this tender age or you have become a slut or

something’. I then said in a stronger voice ´Pa you are taking it all wrong

there is no boyfriend and I am not a slut, its just I got a bit carried away

while talking to my friend, a girl.’ After saying so it seemed as if I was

able to convince him about what I said because the expressions on his face

got changed and he looked lighter. Then with a smile he said ‘then this

means that you are still a sweet, little naughty girl of mine.’ I then

answered with a giggle ‘ya, Pa I am still your naughty girl, who love you

tons and can never do anything to hurt you.’

Now, the atmosphere in my room was light. Dad then got up and said ‘I’ll be

back in an min, I am going to get pack of my cigarettes.’ After he came

back, he sat next to me on my left side, inside the quilt. Then he, after

lighting one cigarette, said ‘baby I am sorry, I took you wrong and said

those harsh words to you.’ I replied ‘Pa, its all right I am your girl you

can say and do anything to me.’ On this he said ‘saying anything is fine

what do you mean by, do anything’ then my reply was ‘do anything means, its

simple english Pa, you can do anything to me and I wouldn’t stop you, I love

you pa and you have done so much for me, so for that I can do anything you

ask for.’ After saying this there was a silence between us for some time. I

then broke the silence and said ‘hey Pa, can I have a puff of this smoke of

yours.’ On hearing this he turned his face towards me with a strange smile.

I again repeated the request, then he finally, handed his cigarette to me

and I took some small puffs off it and returned it back. He then, said ‘so

dear, for how long you have been smoking.’ I replied with a smile ‘not for

long its like from four- five months, with a girl at my school, she brings a

couple from her mom’s pack and we smoke mostly after school.’ his next

question was ‘so, now tell me what more naughty things you and that

girlfriend of yours do.’ ‘Nothing much, some gossip and all that girlish

things you know girls do.’ was my reply.

I was surprised to see me talking to my dad in such a frank way. I thought

it was due to the smokes or the episode that took place between us but then

I said to myself to quit thinking all this crap. If I am enjoying it, it was

ok. I observed that there was a different kind of a shine in his eyes also.

I was feeling some chemistry building in between us. He, after a short pause

asked ‘what girlish things you are talking about, I mean, as you said that

you don’t have a boyfriend, haven’t you turned to be a lesbian.’ ‘no pa’ was

my instant reply. On hearing this I heard him saying ‘thank god’ in a low

voice. I then again assured him that ‘Pa don’t worry, as I told you earlier

also, I will never do anything that might hurt your feelings or your pride’

dad was sitting very close to me, my hands were inside the quilt now and,

he, when he was done with his smoke, also brought his hands underneath it. A

few seconds later, I felt his hand moving, under the quilt, and my guess was

right he was searching for my hand to hold. So I by myself gave him my hand

to hold. His hand was pretty cold, so I took, both of his hands, one by one,

in both of my hands and started to rub my hands to make his strong and heavy

hands warm. When I was done with right hand and took his left one he placed

his right hand down on my belly. The warmness of his hand and the feeling of

a male body so close to me, started to make tickle in my cunt. He then

turned a bit on his left, this made me to leave his left hand, but his other

hand, the right one, was still on my belly over my t-shirt. He then started

to move his hand in slow circular motion, as an instant reaction I turned my

face towards him. He was not smiling, actually there were no expressions on

his face but his hand didn’t stop. I felt some heat building between us, we

both were looking straight in each others eyes. Then he, after some time,

lifted my t-shirt from the lower end and took his hand under it and

continued moving his hand. Our eyes were still locked, then I felt his hand

moving up and when he reached at the lower portion of my bra, believe me, I

missed a heart beat. My mouth got open with a sigh and my mind got blank. In

the very next second he placed his mouth on my already open one. I then felt

his tongue moving in my mouth and his hand continued to go farther up and he

started to fondle my tits from over my bra. I was still in a still state and

was clueless to how to react. Actually, I had mixed feelings because it was

for the first time that any male was kissing me like this but he was my dad,

though earlier I have experienced this kind of a kiss with a girl, few times

but this was entirely different.

When, I was regaining my senses from my thoughts, he broke the lip-lock and

he also took his hand out from my t-shirt. I don’t know what happened to him

but, he all of a sudden got away from me and said ‘Radha I am very sorry for

what I have done, I should have not done all this, it’s a sin and I have

offended you, I am sorry.’ After saying this he became still and looked

depressed. I also got disturbed on seeing him in this state, I inside of my

heart wanted to see him happy and thought that if I can make him happy in

this way I shall go ahead and offer myself to him. I also thought what harm

can it do, what ever happens will always remain between us and more over

there is no one more in our house to object on this and above all I was also

liking it. So I said ‘heyP, its all right, I love you, remember I said that

I am your girl and I will do any and everything that pleases you and don’t

worry about anything else this will always remain our secret and moreover I

also want you in this way, I want to fill in the space, in your life, which

got vacant after mom’s death. I don’t know how much good I’ll be but I will

try my best.’ After saying so I took his face in my hands and placed my

tender lips on his lips. On this he again reacted in the same way and moved

himself away from me.

He then, without saying anything, lit another cigarette and silently smoked

it. I also took out a cigarette out of the pack and started to smoke it but

he didn’t look bothered. Then after a long five mins or so he said ‘Radha, I

know you have grown up and this age of yours is a very sensitive age and

there is a long life ahead of you. If we indulge our selves in this kind of

a thing now, then I am sure you will, in later stage of your life think that

I exploited you and that will worsen our relationship and I don’t want that

happen, I don’t want to do anything that may result in losing you. So we

shall stop right here and continue to live as father and a daughter again,

as always.