Wishing for a Different Perspective on Incest

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Fathers and Daughters

I have generally been disappointed by the quality and tone of the incest discussions on this board. I have never seen my experience with this topic reflected here. I am reluctant to attempt to correct that given the quality of response it is likely to draw. Nevertheless, with the hope that others with a similar perspective will get in touch, here it goes.

I developed early and in a rather, *ahem*, obvious way that is difficult to notice, especially for men. I observed a change in the men around me, particularly their eye-line. I noticed this change in my father as well. It made me feel . . . funny . . . in a good way. (Of course I would later learn that that is just how guys are wired, he couldn’t help it.)

With hormones raging I began to experiment with this power, and that started in the home. Yes, I learned how to flirt by practicing on my dad. It felt safe. I would wear less and less, make naked runs from the bathroom to my bedroom wondering if he would see me. I would pretend to accidentally rub a breast against his arm. I wondered if I made him hard, if he had fantasies about me. I certainly had fantasies about him.

Eventually he caught on to what I was doing. He had boundaries. I would test them, be scolded, I would try a different tack. It was a game, it was fun. I wanted him to get mad, wanted him to spank me. Of course he never did. He was infinitely patient and loving and kept to his boundaries. There was just one moment of incredible physical intimacy, erotic yet still chaste enough, that I shared with him that I still masturbate to.

So that is my story. I want to believe it was normal and other women share my experience. Sadly it seems that, if so, I won’t hear about it here.

There is more to the story, in my college years, that I am sure is, let’s say, abnormal. But I have long desired to believe that my early experiences are not atypical.

 

[Yarris]

I have no personal experience but what you have related seems plausible to the extent that I feel there must be many others out there who can relate directly to your experience. I do hope you get the sort of responses you wish for.

 

[TriadWriter]

Well, incest is certainly more common than people think, and despite the media's rather hyperbolic depictions, it doesn't always come as a result of abuse, or lead to it, or even become something negative. As far as I can tell, those cases are actually in the minority.
I've heard plenty of stories of individuals who are active, that are doing just fine. And just to be clear, I'm an extremely open-minded individual. What two adults choose to do with each other is their business.

 

[Lost_Yonder]

I can't say how general your experience was, but I do remember when I was in my teens the change in my stepsisters and their behavior. I took at as being directed more towards me, particularly when we started playing around a bit. But, now I start to wonder how much was directed towards my father too. I know he never crossed those boundaries, but what an intriguing idea...

Of course, would love to hear more about your experiences during your college years too!

 

[oneblueye]

hey...

I have generally been disappointed by the quality and tone of the incest discussions on this board. I have never seen my experience with this topic reflected here. I am reluctant to attempt to correct that given the quality of response it is likely to draw. Nevertheless, with the hope that others with a similar perspective will get in touch, here it goes.

I developed early and in a rather, *ahem*, obvious way that is difficult to notice, especially for men. I observed a change in the men around me, particularly their eye-line. I noticed this change in my father as well. It made me feel . . . funny . . . in a good way. (Of course I would later learn that that is just how guys are wired, he couldn’t help it.)

With hormones raging I began to experiment with this power, and that started in the home. Yes, I learned how to flirt by practicing on my dad. It felt safe. I would wear less and less, make naked runs from the bathroom to my bedroom wondering if he would see me. I would pretend to accidentally rub a breast against his arm. I wondered if I made him hard, if he had fantasies about me. I certainly had fantasies about him.

Eventually he caught on to what I was doing. He had boundaries. I would test them, be scolded, I would try a different tack. It was a game, it was fun. I wanted him to get mad, wanted him to spank me. Of course he never did. He was infinitely patient and loving and kept to his boundaries. There was just one moment of incredible physical intimacy, erotic yet still chaste enough, that I shared with him that I still masturbate to.

So that is my story. I want to believe it was normal and other women share my experience. Sadly it seems that, if so, I won’t hear about it here.

There is more to the story, in my college years, that I am sure is, let’s say, abnormal. But I have long desired to believe that my early experiences are not atypical.

I don't know about your experiences being atypical but I come from a large family and I watched five of my six sisters go thru basically the same things, only they had four brothers and a Dad to practice on.