Copyright © 2002, Blondie. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Thursday PM, Oct 17, 2002 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: whosmyd1.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/F, father/daughter, bro/sis Story_intro: Someone who I thought was my sister turned out to be m mother. Who my daddy is is anybody's guess. Who's My Daddy? part 1 Written by Blondie I knew I was different all my life. My parents always had treated me different than my brothers and sisters. But I never knew the real reason why, until now. I was in my parents' room looking through mom's jewlery box. I opened the large black box and looked through her rings and earrings. I noticed the bottom of the box was a little loose. Pulling the velvet aside I saw there was something hidden. I pulled the velvet all the way off to discover a diary. I was home alone at the time and figured no one would ever have known I had found and read it. I sat on the edge of mom and dad's bed and cracked the dusty book open. That was when I realized it wasn't moms diary, but the diary of my older sister, Wanda. It looked like she had started writing in it when she was eight, and had stopped when she was fourteen. Wanda is fourteen years older than me. The beginning passages were pretty boring. She wrote about boys she had crushes on and how much she liked music. But then the writings got juicy. 'Dear diary: Today I was kissed for the first time. I was very nervous. Daddy and I were all alone in the car when it happened. He took me to the park and we just sat in the car. He kept touching my leg and telling me how beautiful I am. Then he pulled my head by his and kissed me hard on the mouth. He had his lips open and used his tongue to open mine, then rolled his tongue all around my mouth. I felt a funny feeling when he did it. My crotch was tingling.' She wrote this when she was nine. A lot of the entries after that were pretty much the same. That is, until she was almost eleven. 'Dear diary: Today daddy picked me up from school early. He took me to the park like he always does. I thought we'd just kiss again. But today daddy did other things. When he kissed me he put his hand up my skirt. He pulled my panties to the side and put his finger in me. It felt real good. When he was done he licked his fingers off before we went home.' I was shocked by what I was reading. I couldn't believe any of this had happened. But then things got even hotter. 'Dear diary: Today daddy took my virginity. He said I am a woman now. It hurt alot. And I started bleeding on his thing. He took me to a hotel to do it. He took the day off work and told my school I was sick. It was nice. When we got to the room he took my clothes off and licked my hole. It felt real good. He told me to suck his dick. I thought it would be gross, but it was okay. He says I belong to him now and that I shouldn't share my body with anyone else.' Just after I read that entry I heard mom and dad come in downstairs. I scrambled to put the book back where it was and made it in the nick of time. That night I was wide awake, thinking about all those things I had read. I wondered if they were true and if so, why didn't daddy want me too? I didn't get another chance to read anymore for a few days. I waited until I was home alone again before snatching the book. I had creased the page I left off on and turned right to it. 'Dear diary: Daddy and I made love three times today. Once before mom woke up, once on the way to school in his car, and once after mom went to bed. It feels real good now and doesn't hurt anymore. I like when he eats my pussy. His mouth feels so nice. I wish we could do it all the time.' I flipped through more pages before revealing a deep, dark secret. 'Dear diary: Today daddy bought me a pregnancy test. I haven't had my period in two months. He used to keep track of it but forgot. He says tomorrow we'll do the test after mom goes to work and the others go to school.' I was now shocked and couldn't put the diary down. I immediately read the next entry. 'Dear diary: Today I found out I'm gonna be a mom. Daddy helped me take the test. He says it's his fault because he never used protection. We're still not sure what we're going to do.' I almost passed out reading this. I wondered why I never heard anything about this. I wondered what happened to the baby. So I read on, only to find the shocking truth. 'Dear diary: Daddy and I told mom today about the baby. She cried alot and yelled alot, mostly at daddy. She called him an idiot and a pervert. They sent me to my room while they continued to fight. I don't know how he did it, but he calmed her down. We all talked it over and decided to have me have the baby and keep it.' I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I read on. I couldn't believe this! It was obvious to me that I was the ending result in their little affair. 'Dear diary: Last night I had my baby. It's a girl, and we named her Molly. Mom and dad say they are gonna raise it like their own. They say we'll pretend it's their daughter and my sister. Daddy says this way I can go on to live a normal life. I'm so happy I get to see my baby grow up.' As I sat there holding this book in shock I totally ignored the door closing downstairs. I only realized some one was home when daddy walked into the room. He saw me holding the book and just froze. A look of panic came over his face. "What are you doing with that? It doesn't belong to you", he shouted. He grabbed the book from me and threw it on the floor. "Wanda's my mom?" I asked, not knowing what else to say. He hung his head down as I repeated the question. "Yes", he finally answered. Then he began to cry. I think it was just a cry of relief, a relief in knowing that his secret was out. I walked over to him and hugged him. He took me into his arms and cried quietly. As I went to move away from him and end our hug he grabbed me and kissed me. I tried to resist but he was too strong for me. But then I liked the way his hands felt on my body, and gave in. We were now standing in his room making out like crazy. He cupped my breasts and kissed my neck. My instincts had me rubbing his crotch through his pants. He pushed me over onto the bed and layed on top of me, kissing me. He slowly removed my clothes and began kissing my body all over. It felt so good, better than anything I'd ever felt before. He ended up between my thighs, licking my pussy up and down. He removed his clothes and had me sit on his face while I sucked on his dick. It was so big and hard. When I was ready he layed me down and layed on top of me, his dick rubbing against my wet cunt. His dick slid in nice and slow as he began to fuck me. It hurt like hell at first as he broke my cherry. But daddy was slow and patient, letting me adjust. When I was used to it he began to move faster and deeper. It started to feel really good. After we were done we layed there in each other's arms, kissing and cuddling. I promised daddy I wouldn't tell anyone our family secret. I still had a hard time dealing with the fact that Wanda was my real mother. She's 28 now, married, with three kids. For Thanksgiving that same year I had learned the truth we had everyone home for a family dinner. I was the only one still living with mom and dad. My brothers Karl and Doug flew in for the feast. Mom really outdid herself, cooking the best meal we had ever had. By the end of dinner we were all just stuffed. Wanda and her family, along with Karl and Doug, spent the four day weekend at our house. They all used their old rooms to sleep in. On that Friday night I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of something tapping against the wall that seperated my room from Doug's. I thought I also heard moaning. I got up and went to his door. I opened in very slowly and just a crack to see what was going on. That's when I saw with my very own eyes Wanda and Doug, screwing. She was on top of him, his cock buried deep in her. She was bouncing so hard that the bed tapped the wall, which explained the sounds I heard. I couldn't believe this! While her husband and kids slept across the hall she was fucking her own brother! I stood there for a few minutes in shock, then returned to my room. I had to listen to them fucking until the wee hours of the morning. I found it hard to look at any of them the next day. Doug had noticed I was being distant and pulled me aside to talk. "What's bothering you?" he asked. "Nothing", I lied. "Come on, you can tell me", he said. "Did you know Wanda is my real mom?" I blurted out. "Well, yeah", he replied. I should have realized he'd have to know because he was around for it all. "Look, I wanted to tell you but I couldn't", he said. "It's been hard trying to pretend you're my sister", he added. "Huh?" I replied, puzzled. "Well, it's been hard knowing you're my kid and I have to pretend you're not", he added. "What?!" I yelled. "You knew that, didn't you?" he asked. "I thought dad was my dad", he said. "Dad? How could it be dad? He never had sex with Wanda", he said. "He did, he admitted it", I told him. "Wait a minute", he said, "Dad fucked Wanda?" he asked. "You didn't know?" I asked. "No, no", he stammered. I was now more confused than ever. Who was my father? Was it dad? Was it Doug? I was now so worked up over everything that I needed to talk to Wanda herself. I had to confront her because I had to know the truth. I waited until the next morning. I asked her to take me out to the store. We went to the mall and walked around window shopping and I bought some cd's. I waited until we were back in the car before I confronted her. "Wanda, I know you're my mom", I blurted out. "What? Who told you?" she asked. "I found the diary in mom's jewlery box", I explained. Tears began to streak down her face. "I'm so sorry I never told you, I couldn't", she sobbed. She looked so pitiful that I reached over and hugged her. "I know you all did what was best for me, and I'm greatful", I said. "You forgive me?" she asked. "Yes", I said. "But I have one question", I started, "Who's my father?". "Oh honey, I don't know", she replied. "What do you mean you don't know?" I cried. "Well, I'm not really sure", she said. "How could you not know?" I asked. "Sorry, I just don't", she replied. I was now getting angry. "It could be uncle Jack", she said. "What about dad and Doug?" I asked. "I can't be sure", she cried. "How many guys were you with?" I yelled. "Eight, nine", she recalled. Wanda and her family left that Sunday, leaving me to wonder who my father really was. I swiped the diary when no one was around, determined to find out who my father really was. I read on to the entries after my birth, only to find even more disturbing things. I found that I had skipped some pages which for reasons unknown were stuck together. This was where I found yet another daddy candidate. This was the most disturbing one of all. It seems that Wanda was once a church-going girl. She attended Sunday school and never missed mass. There was a priest at the church that was quite fond of Wanda. He was so fond of her that he risked everything to have a sexual relationship with her. It had started the year I was concieved. She refers to him as simply "B". According to her entries he was very handsome and charming. Their love affair ended a few months after I was born, when he got scared thinking someone might think was his baby. 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