Kimmy, What the Fuck?!?

tagIncest/TabooKimmy, What the Fuck?!?

As to not break with tradition, this is another story inspired by a sexting scenario I had with a friend.
Content deals with Daddy/Daughter incest and is, like the rest of my stories, very graphic in its language.It is also the longest story I've ever written so far.So, if you're turned off by the theme, the language or the length, feel free to take your reading pleasures elsewhere.
Any and all characters are over the age of 18+.

"KIMMY!!!"
Kimmy had been relaxing in her room when she heard her daddy scream her name. She knew exactly what it was pertaining to as a smile creeped onto her face. She had set her plan in motion a few moments ago and it was time to get the ball rolling.
This is going to be fun, she said to herself.

Mark saw the message notification pop up on his phone's screen. He saw his daughter's name come across the top of the notification and saw that it was an <image.png> file that she had sent so he figured it was a new meme or comic or whatever that may have made Kimmy laugh. They shared a common sense of humor and constantly sent each other funny images and stuff. But lately things had gotten weird. Well, not really lately, it had been a few months, but still, things had gotten weird.
Kimmy had started her senior year last fall at her all-girls private school and had been excited about it. She had turned eighteen over the summer and had grown into herself. Really grown, Mark had thought, remembering how she suddenly filled out her school uniform shirts and how there seemed to be curves where there weren't before; he had all of these thoughts before chastising himself for allowing the inappropriate images to pop into his head.
At school Kimmy was loving the new attention she was getting, and Mark loved watching her beam with joy. They both did, really, he and his longtime girlfriend, Allison.
And then the pandemic hit, and everything went to hell. Mostly. For her, really.
For the first few weeks Kimmy sulked around the house. Especially since online classes hadn't really been established, so there wasn't really anything to do but wallow in uncertainty. Mark, on the other hand, was exceedingly busy. He already worked from home before but suddenly the entire world was doing the same and they really didn't know how to go about it, so his days went from normal to hectic overnight, trying to explain and help his colleagues and clients to navigate the new world of Work From Home.
It was also during this time that he began upping his frequency in jokes and memes he sent Kimmy to help cheer her up, and it seemed to be working. At first, at least. But, again, things were getting weird. After a couple of weeks of increased humor, Kimmy began to reply with raunchier, more explicit jokes than usual. Mark thought it to be a bit odd at first, but he also remembered that she was eighteen, an adult now.
And boy was she becoming one.
The inappropriate thought popped in his head again. It didn't hurt, either, that what she was sharing was pretty good and sexy at times. Good enough to share with Allison, too, though he didn't tell her where he got them from or who shared them with him.
It wasn't long before Kimmy was back to be her old cheery self and it didn't hurt that her private school had also set up classes through Zoom to continue and finish the school year. Before everyone knew it, they had all settled into a routine. Things began to get back to a semblance of normal, Mark thought.

Kimmy really missed her friends. Well, she really missed the attention being lavished on her BY her friends and acquaintances and strangers. Before her senior year Kimmy had always been tom-boyish, studious, kind, and cheery; not precisely a wallflower but also not far from it. When summer rolled along, it hit her body like a ton of bricks in the best sense of the phrase. Her modest B cups filled out to full Ds, her hips flared from her frame giving her a womanly, hourglass figure and, best of all, she continued to be studious, kind, and cheery. So, it would have appeared that Kimmy went from being the awesome tomboy of her friend group to the awesome bombshell, and she was REALLY enjoying flaunting it.
Girls who had always been friendly to her before suddenly got mean. Teachers, both male and female, started to pay more attention to her. She even got word from some of her two best friends that the boys in the all-boys private school across town were talking about this hot new girl in their school not knowing it was her.
All in all, Kimmy was loving it. She knew it would be the best senior year ever. And then the world went to shit.
The pandemic hit and everyone got sent home because school was being suspended until further notice. What was turning out to be Kimmy's best year yet had quickly gone down the drain. So, it was no wonder that she moped around the house for two weeks while nothing seemed to happen. The news was dreadful, and she was stuck at home unable to do anything about it.
Her daddy, however, never failed. He knew exactly what to do. It hadn't gone unnoticed by Kimmy how her dad had started looking at her since last summer. She recognized the look; it was the same one her teachers and girlfriends and boys were giving her. It was one of the major contributors to her incredible mood over the past year.
If even daddy can look at me like that…
Kimmy had been having those thoughts a lot, especially during the holidays when her father lavished her with more attention than usual, but lately it hadn't even crossed her mind. Not until he started with his efforts to cheer her up.
The funny jokes and memes, the clever videos, it was making her feel a lot better; it was reminding her of the way she always felt around her dad. So, she began to reply and send him jokes and memes and videos in return. It was all innocent at first, but then the thoughts, the naughty ones, began to creep back into her head as every time she looked at him to react, she'd notice how he'd quickly glance away, as though he didn't want to be caught staring.
Is he looking at my boobs?I wonder if…
She began to send more suggestive, more explicit jokes and memes.
I wonder what daddy will say about these.
And then she'd hear a gasp followed by a laugh from his office.
I think he likes them.
She would also hear how her dad would sometimes read or show Allison some of the jokes she would send, and they'd giggle and laugh. And sometimes… well, sometimes they would fuck!
Did they fuck because of what I shared with daddy?
Kimmy would giggle and wonder to herself about the naughty things her dad did with his girlfriend. She had a dirty little wandering mind and she wasn't afraid to embrace it; but she was also never really overt or explicit in showing it.
And so, life went on. After only a few weeks of nothing, the private all-girls school announced classes would resume online. Students were required to log into their Zoom accounts and have their cameras on at all times to make sure the teachers could see that they were actually there and paying attention. Kimmy was ecstatic. She was so excited, in fact, she would even wear her school uniform to her virtual classes, even though it wasn't required, and nobody seemed to care.
Let's face it, she thought, girls and guys were enjoying the eye-candy I provided and it's no longer there in a Zoom call.

Mark had noticed how things began to go back to normal once Kimmy was beginning to cheer up. It also helped that classes had renewed; she even got to wearing her school uniform, though, with some minor (major?) alterations that he noticed. Some of these included:
1. High socks or thigh-high socks
2. A higher hem on her skirt
3. Undone buttons on her shirt
4. Pigtails in her auburn mane of hair
None of which were things she regularly sported when attending school physically. Mark wondered who she was putting on the show for since her classes were online.
Surely the school would call me to let me know if she was being inappropriate during her classes, right?
Mark's thoughts began to run through his mind.
Wait, is she dressing up for me?
On one such day that Mark noticed her attire he also noted that not only was she wearing her modified uniform, but she'd also put on some ridiculously high heels, the kind that Allison would wear whenever they'd have a date night or a special "dress up" night.
"Uh, Kimmy, baby," Mark began, "could you come here a moment?"
"Yes, daddy?" she replied as she stopped and then stepped into his office. "What's up?"
"Listen, hun," he continued, "daddy is loving how you're back to your old happy, bubbly self."
"Me, too, daddy! And it's all thanks to you!" she exclaimed as she leaned over his desk to kiss his cheek.
Mark flushed, suddenly nervous.
But why?Why am I suddenly nervous?
*Cough*
He cleared his throat before proceeding, "But, listen, baby-girl, I'm just wondering. Why is it that you've been wearing your school uniform at home?" He asked the question scanning the beautiful girl before him. He couldn't help but notice how the heels she wore seemed to be at least five or six inches long making her stand at attention pushing her ass out in the process. He also noticed how her long-socks reached to right above her knees while her plaid skirt was now short enough to be mid-thigh, if not higher. As his gaze kept going up, he could see the crisp, white shirt tucked into her skirt but with every button down to her navel undone exposing the lace in her bra as well as the inside swell of her orbs. A bra that barely managed to contain her newly developed tits.
Breasts!What the fuck is wrong with you, Mark?
When Mark finally reached his daughter's face, he couldn't help but notice –or did he imagine it? –a smirk on Kimmy's face before she began, "Oh, daddy! You're the one that taught me this!" she finished jumping and giggling causing all her bits to move around enticingly.
"I… *cough* What? I did?"
"Yeah! You did! Don't you remember? Work from home Rule #1," she said, holding up her index finger to signal the number one, "Always dress as though you're going to work, even if it's at home. It helps get you in the mindset of what you need to do."
Mark's eyes went wide in surprise. He did say that. A lot. In fact, he'd been repeating it a lot lately to his colleagues and clients. But that wasn't the real question he wanted to ask so he continued. "That… is a very good, valid point, honey. And daddy is very happy that you listen to me. But I guess that what I really wanted to ask," Mark began to look around nervously trying to put the words together properly to make sense, his daughter's jiggling breasts not helping matters any, "why have you modified your, um, uniform like that?"

Even though Kimmy had gone back to her old self her dad continued to keep cheering her up. Their text exchanges, even though they were in the same house, continued to go back and forth. Kimmy's inappropriate feelings continued to grow, and she would express it by sending even more brazen images to her father, while not necessarily going all the way into the pornographic.
She had managed to find an old archive of Playboy cartoons and she had gotten in the routine of sharing one or two during the week. Her dad never said anything, but he didn't have to. The looks lingered longer and longer on her assets, so Kimmy decided to try something new.
Her dad was a bit of a veteran when it came to "Working From Home," having done it since she was just a little girl, and his number one rule was always, Dress as though you're going to work, even if it's at home.It helps get you in the mindset of what you need to do.She had already put that rule to good use by wearing her uniform but seeing how they were at home, and nobody in her online classes seemed to care, she figured she could make some slight alterations to it and it would go unnoticed in a video call. Or, if she really didn't want to risk it, she would just keep her shirt in a normal state and then modify it accordingly whenever she wandered around the house.
The first thing she would start doing is wearing long-socks or stockings. Again, Kimmy wasn't innocent, and she knew what boys liked, so she figured, men like lingerie, let's see if daddy likes lingerie, too.
The second thing Kimmy did was raise the hem of her skirt. Considerably. The original skirt fell all the way past her knees and was very conservative, but at home…
Who will know if I'm suddenly sporting a mini skirt?
Third, whenever she wasn't in class and with her video turned on, she would undo most of her shirt buttons or maybe even tie it off at the midriff.
Like that Britney Spears video daddy doesn't know I know he likes watching.
With that she would know if her father was like every other boy in the world, and Kimmy knew that THAT wasn't a bad thing, at least not to her.

"What do you mean, daddy?" Kimmy answered her dad regarding the question about her uniform. "Modified it like what?"
"Kimmy, honey, please," Mark answered, finding her incredulous reply, well, incredulous.
"Please, what, daddy?" she asked again, cheekily.
"Fine, pumpkin," Mark replied exasperated. "Let's play it your way. Why are you suddenly wearing thigh-high socks and heels? And why, pray tell, did you raise the hem of your skirt so much? And, finally, why are you wearing your shirt unbuttoned all the way down like that?"
The questions poured out of Mark, they were almost rambling, and this made Kimmy giggle, but Mark was flushed. He just stared at his daughter, trying not to deviate his gaze from her face lest he be distracted by her attributes.
"Oh, you mean the 'sexy schoolgirl' version of my uniform, daddy?" the incredulity oozed from her lips.
It had been that kind of borderline inappropriate comments and jokes that Kimmy had been sharing for the past weeks. It had been funny and endearing at first but now Mark felt a bit uncomfortable and aroused with the whole thing. Especially because it was his daughter talking to him about it so openly and without shame.
I mean, it's one thing when Allison and I roleplay in the bedroom but this…
Mark had reached down to his crotch and tugged at his member to help rearrange it and relieve some pressure. He'd done it unconsciously, but he was suddenly very aware of where his hand was and who was with him.
"Are you OK, daddy?" Kimmy asked, her smirk dangerously close to becoming an open smile as she saw what her dad was doing.
Is that a smirk on her face?Is she enjoying teasing me like this?Her own father???
"Uh, hmm, yeah, baby. I'm fine. Just a little flush. Maybe too much work," he managed to get out.
"OK, daddy. Was that it?" Kimmy asked, "or did you want to continue talking about my uniform?"
Mark could only manage to shake his head. It was spinning and the whole situation was surreal, so he only shook his head 'no'. With that, Kimmy spun around and started to walk out of his office. As she did her skirt flared up exposing her ass.
Butt!And is she even wearing any underwear?

Oh, daddy is DEFINITELY like every other boy, Kimmy thought to herself. Well, not EVERY other boy; he IS my father.
She had just finished buttoning up her shirt before starting the next Zoom session for her AP Calculus class and she was very satisfied with the results of her experiment. But now she wondered what the next steps should be. I mean, I've confirmed my hypothesis, daddy likes looking at me.But now what?
Kimmy suddenly thought of Allison. Throughout this entire thing she hadn't really thought about her, but for whatever reason she was feeling guilty now; but she also couldn't help how she was feeling. Seeing how caring her father was, how she always tried to comfort her and make her feel better. Ever since she was a little girl and her mother left them, he was always there for her. And now? Now she was a woman; a woman with needs. She craved the touch of a person and who better to fulfill that craving than her dad?
Besides, it's not like he's told me to stop, and I can see the way he continues to stare at my ass and tits.
That is when the idea popped into her head. The guilt of stealing her dad away from Allison completely gone.
I'll send him a naughty selfie!
The question Kimmy struggled with going forward was, how was she going to justify the selfie? Since lockdown she hadn't stepped a foot outside her house and her dad knew it, so if it were meant for a boyfriend it would be someone she met online. Another option could be that it was an innocuous selfie, not as risqué, in some sexy lingerie and asking one of her girlfriends for opinions for "when they left lockdown."
Fuck it!
Kimmy would go all out; she'd take a bunch of pictures in all states of dress until she finally sent nudes. And when her daddy asked who they were for, she'd tell a technical truth…
They're for an older guy I like and I'm really eager to impress, daddy.
Kimmy had laid out her outfit. It was still her requisite school uniform as she knew her daddy liked it. Next to it she laid out her thigh-high socks and a matching set of demi-cup bra and thong panties. As she stood there in front of her bed, she thought of what she was about to do and let the towel that wrapped around her body from her shower fall to the floor.
She had prepared herself, mentally and physically making sure every bit of her was scrubbed, plucked, shaven, or whatever else she felt necessary to feel like she could go ahead with this; as well as making sure she didn't take no for an answer. She lifted a hand to her heavy breasts and cupped them followed by a light tease of her quickly hardening nipples while her other hand reached down to rub her now leaking kitty.
I can't wait for him to see.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, Kimmy felt like someone was watching her from her door, she quickly turned and saw that it was slightly ajar, and she could have sworn she saw a movement there, but when she went to check, the hallway was empty. Shrugging she closed the door and began to dress.

Mark was in his office when Allison walked in. She had an odd look on her face, as though she had seen something and was still trying to process it. "Hi, babe," he said, snapping her out of her trance. "Everything OK?"
Allison stood there for a few beats. She felt as though she were breathing harder than usual and wondered if Mark could notice. "Yes, honey," she answered as she felt her heart racing, "Why?"
What the fuck is wrong with the women in this house?
"Nothing, I guess. You just looked… puzzled?" He raised an eyebrow when he said it. He also couldn't help but take her fully in. In the 6 years they'd been together she hadn't changed a bit. Her pixie cut brown hair looked incredible framing her round, beautiful face, but what he was really noticing, what he had been noticing everywhere lately, were her full 40D breasts encased in her skintight turtleneck that seemed almost completely symmetrical with her 42" hips that were currently wrapped in a sexy pair of black leggings. Not a single part of her seemed to be falling victim to the sands of time. Then again, it didn't hurt that he was almost 10 years her senior.

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