Taboo Acts(5)

The Blood We Shared

Sandra Boise

I am eleven-years-old and in middle school. My father is more my friend than my father and he is my running partner on weekend mornings. My mother had me when she was seventeen and my father nineteen and when she turned twenty, she left us both for another life.

My father recently turned thirty and he is in excellent shape. He doesn't look thirty; he looks twenty-five. All my girl friends have crushes on him.

Every Saturday and Sunday morning, we run a 5 mile trail that is in a park near our home. We have done this every weekend since I can remember. As you can imagine, I'm on the track team at school. I have long legs. My father is a good running partner. After our run, we would sit on a blanket under a shady lemon tree; drink cold bottled water, and just chat.

This beautiful Saturday morning in question was no exception. After our run, we walked over to our car, pulled a blanket and our water out of the trunk, and then walked to our favorite quiet shady spot.

“Here's your water, Dad,” I said as I took a draw of my own bottle.

“When is your last track meet going to be?” he asked, drinking water.

“Next Saturday,” I replied. “You are going to be there, aren't you?”

I knew he would say yes as he never missed any track meet I was in.

I said, “My friend, Helen, wanted to thank you for helping her move the furniture into her room.”

“I'm glad to help any friend of yours. Besides, the kiss she gave me was thanks enough!” Dad smiled and said, “I would have liked to have had another.”

“Be careful, she is a big tease!” I laughed.

“I love to be teased to please,” said my Dad. “Put a ribbon around her and give her to me for my birthday!”

“Oh, that's right! Your birthday is a few weeks away. Tease or not, I don't think you should plan on her being gift wrapped in your bed on your birthday morning! I do have to start thinking about getting you something. You are going to 31?”

“Yes, 31, getting old. Outside of your friend, Helen, I can't think of anything I want,” he said, “but you always surprise me.”

“Dad!” I said. “Helen is twelve!”

“Yeah, I'm a dirty old man.”

“You not old!” I proclaimed, “All my friends think you're a hottie.”

“Even Helen?”

“Yes, even Helen” I said; “But don't get any ideas. You are all mine.”

I knew that Helen would lose her virginity to my Dad, she said so herself. Helen had experience with boys, kissing and handjobs and even blowjobs. I thought about her giving my Dad a handjob and it made me warm inside.

We put our stuff back in the car and headed back. While driving home, I looked at my father and thought how lucky I am to have such a wonderful and cool dad.








The last week of school flew by and the last track meet finally arrived. I was scheduled to do two cross country runs and as always, my dad came along to watch. He was always proud of my performance regardless whether I came in first or last. It was really hot that day and I could feel that I was not up to my personal best. I was not happy being around Jim who was on the men's team and seeing his new girlfriend on the sidelines. My team went up to the starting point and started to run as soon as the track pistol went off. It was a 15K run and usually my best race. About half way through, I got really sick and started to throw up. The coaches brought me back to our school's area and my concerned father came over. I wanted my father just to take me home so I can just go to bed. I was so sick. My father, very compassionately, helped me to the car and drove home. After arriving, I went in my room, took a warm shower, and got into my bed. I was feeling so bad that I quickly fell asleep. After awhile, my father was concerned and went to check on me.

“You okay?”

Hearing no response, he slowly cracked open the door to my bedroom. He just stared for a moment as he gazed on his daughter, me?because I was totally naked on my bed except for panties and I was not under the sheets. I was on my back and my legs were spread and my chest and what little I had for boobs were right there.

I pretended to be asleep.

From a crack in my eye, I saw my father take his large penis out of his pants and stroke it, a she looked at me?








After our run, we were lying on our blanket and my father said, “I'm glad that you are feeling better. You know how I hate to run alone. Any idea what happened yesterday?”

“Dunno,” I said. “Maybe the heat, maybe I had some 24 hour virus but I'm much better now.”

“Some of your girlfriends called to see how you were, so you need to call them back today,” said my Dad,” I think Helen wants you to go to LegoLand this week.”