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(M/f-teen, ped, inc, rom) *** I've read that roughly forty percent of Australian family members have had at least one experience with incest during their youth. It seems often not to go on to be a permanent lifetime relationship, mainly because of the pressures of family life or society or simply other individuals become more important. Therefore, what has happened with me is very rare. I have now been able to become an official married partner to my father. We were able to do this because of one small but important detail about cohabitation legislation in my country. It is not compulsory to write down the father's name on a Birth Certificate. When my Mum gave birth to me, she gave me her own last name and wrote down her father's name as being my father. I was thrilled when I found this out last year. It firmly set down my predisposition towards incest. This is because my father was in fact, my mother’s first son. I was not to find this out until later in life but this fact set the seed for my attitude towards incest. It was well established by the conjured mental images in my early years. Mum's reason for not wanting to write it down was because my Dad had simply deigned it when he found out he had made his and my mother pregnant. She felt bitterly angry towards him because of this lack of truth. Being too young, he simply "went bush" as they say in my country. "Gone walkabout", they also call it. She believed that he was too young, so she didn't want him to have any rights through my mother’s clan or mob. Also, she knew that he could never be able to blackmail her because she was a white woman married into tribal clan member of a well respected and quite well off half breed grazier. Now I know she was so wrong about him but don’t ask me how I knew this. Using several different welfare agencies and a lot of hard work, I was able tracked him down. I was 13 at the time and he was only 24. He had bred my Mum with me when he was just 11 when she was about 30. I was born before he turned 12. I forgive him for running away, because at that age his family, and Mum's family, in fact the whole of society was making a lot of trouble for him, especially for a son getting his rich white women pregnant with a quarter black baby. I have since learned that her son was not the only teenage black boy that my mother would enjoy throughout her life. I found several good leads up in Darwin, These people found records that showed him in Alice (the town Alice Springs), and by going to a number of local pubs in Alice I eventually found out he lived some 40 kilometers south of the town in a little run down pale green fibro shack. I went down there and spoke to an elder of the mob, and after answering all the elder's questions about my motivations was finally pointed out his govie house. The elder came along with me in case anything needed to be smoothed over. I knocked and he opened the door. I was so excited to see him I said, "Hi Dad." He looked just the same as Mum's secret photograph of her son, only older. Dad looked at me, then at the elder, then back at me again. He could tell from looking at the elder that I was genuine and the real thing, fair dinkum, because the elder was so serious. He could tell from looking at me, because I looked so much like my mother, only with darker skin. Dad opened the fly-wire door, and said "Well, I guess you'd better come in". I grabbed him around his neck and gave him a big hug. Dad staggered around and fell into a small wooden seat next to the small Laminex table. His cottage had only two or three rooms. We talked for a long time, and he made many cups of tea for me. The elder left as soon as he knew we were both comfortable with each other. I immediately began to feel a deep bond with my Dad. I decided to unpack my things and stay there. I had brought enough money to stay in a hotel, but I didn't want to. I decided I wanted to stay with my Dad. Yet I was not sure about his attitude. He had only one bed and I thought that one of us will have to sleep on the floor. I took a look at the bed. It was big enough for two. I gave him a hug and said I didn't care whether we slept on the floor or in the bed, so long as we eventually sleep together. I quietly decided that I was going to be his woman, at least for awhile. As I watched he realised my intentions and began to get a noticeable erection, which actually started when the elder told Dad that he was to treat me right if he took me in as his woman. Excitedly, I playfully grabbed it. He said "Hey. You're not supposed to do that to your father." I became more excited and replied, "Of cause I can. Who said I can’t? I am really good at fucking, just wait you’ll see." He said "We'll see how good you are." and he grabbed at my newly enlarged bosom in a return gesture. I said, "Hey! Softly, softly." Then I held his hand on my bosom, and began to breathe deeply. It wasn't much longer before we were both starker’s lying in his bed. We were screwing each other shortly after. I’ve been fucking a lot in recent years and my Dad was really good at it too. I felt his spunk warming the insides of my belly shortly after we started. I was convinced that I was okay with that fact now. As we rested he said he was puzzled why I wanted him so much. I guess I was a bit vigorous on him because I really worked his cock hard. I explained that I've been missing him all my life. I told him that I was my mother’s daughter after all because I liked being fucked full of black fella’s spunk. He said he often thought about me. I think we both knew then that he would have to tell the elder that he would take me as his woman. As we are approaching my fifteenth birthday, two years later on now, I knew that I wanted to spend more time with him. He hadn't had a drink since the day we met, partly because he is happy, and partly because he wanted to look after me properly. We went walkabout together where he taught me his people’s ways and his knowledge of the bush, which I became increasingly eager to learn all about. I got hold of my birth certificate. As I said, there was my grandfather listed as my father, and Mum had given me their last name, not my father's, because she thought we'd never see him again. So all we had to do was go back to a town, wait until the elders said I was old enough go where no-one knew us, get married like most folks do, and live as man and wife. We got hold of a marriage celebrant, I got dressed up in a wedding gown, we had a photographer to take pictures and nobody knew that we were actually father and daughter. We went on a honeymoon in the bush, and lived off the land, eating bush tucker like witchery grubs, berries, bats, birds, a wallaby, etc, and we'd go into whichever town we were near for "a slice of cow" as Dad calls it. I know enough about the bush to live very well in it. You hear about white people who get lost in the bush and starve to death. To me that's like starving to death in a pantry or supermarket. There's food everywhere in the bush. You've just got to recognise what's good to eat. I can tell you that he likes to eat me a lot and I like to feed him my cunt juices in trade for his spunk. Sometimes we just survive on each other’s juices. It keeps us fit and active. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 71