Groomed all her life to be a special girl, Val is ready
to be sexually awakened, a project her father takes very seriously. Step by
step, he shows her how to please a man, but when his need to breed drives him
away, Val is willing to do anything—even lie—to make him happy.
Contains sissy slut, incest, gay breeding, alpha male,
bareback, crossdresser, and initiation.
Excerpt:
Ever since I can
remember, my mother dressed me up like a girl and we did all the typical little
girl things like having tea parties,
collecting dolls, and shopping for frilly dresses, usually in pink since it’s
my favorite color in the whole world. For a long time, I assumed other families
did this with their special girls. I mean I never asked anyone. Why would I? I
thought it was normal. I didn’t even realize I was different from other little
girls until I played doctor with a neighborhood boy. We moved shortly after
that and I pushed the information to the back of my mind. I honestly never
thought anything else about it until the day I came of age, the day everything
changed…
“Now that your
mother’s gone, Val, it’s up to me to teach you about the birds and the bees.”
“Oh, Daddy.” I
playfully patted his beefy arm. “I know all about that.”
“You do?”
“Sure. When a boy
loves a girl they get married and then they have babies.”
“But do you know how
that happens?”
The romance novels
my mother had allowed me to read never went into details on that part. There
was just a lot of meaningful looks, hand holding, and passionate kisses. More
than anything, I wanted a boy to kiss me passionately.
“Val?”
“Not exactly.” I
squirmed in my baby doll dress. The short skirt showed off my long, coltish
legs, especially since I could now wear heels. After a lot of practicing, I
could move with grace and refinement, keeping my head up as if balancing a book
on top. Mother had been so proud of me. It was the last thing she’d taught me
before she passed on. “I read all those love stories but they never did go…” I
struggled to put it delicately.
“Go over the
mechanics.”
“Yes.” I blushed.
“That’s crude, I
know. Your mother certainly would have done a better job with all of this, but,
well, you’re stuck with me.” He offered me a strained smile. Despite his
obvious embarrassment, he was determined to do his best for me, the way a good father should.
“You’re doing fine,
Daddy.” I patted his arm. I didn’t want him to feel bad, not ever. “You’ve
always been there for me. I trust you to help me with this.”
“Good.” Daddy’s
smile softened and the tension eased from the lines around his mouth and eyes.
“Let’s go down to the basement.”
Normally, I didn’t
go down there. It wasn’t musty or anything, not since Daddy had spent untold
weekends installing carpet and paneling and heavy wooden furniture. It’s just
that the basement had always been called Dad’s man cave. He retreated there
when he got overwhelmed by femininity, his code for needing a break from all
the girly things I did with my mom.
Still, my lesson
needed to be taught, so I followed Daddy down the thirteen steps, my heels
clacking loudly against the wood.
“Oh, you moved some
furniture around.” The last time I’d seen it, there wasn’t a big bench thing
or—“What in the world is that?”
“That’s, uh, we’ll
get to that.”
“Okay.” I couldn’t
help staring at it the strange rocking horse with a big stick rising up from
the seat. Funny, though. The more I looked at it, the weirder I felt deep
inside my stomach. Not like I was going to get sick, but almost like I had to
pee.
“Your mother left
some pretty detailed instructions on what she wanted and how she wanted you to
be conditioned—educated, I mean. You know. About sex.”
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