Poppet and Daddy’s Hot Holiday Season (ePub)

A hot, incestuous read to scorch your senses and drive you crazy. It’s Halloween, Poppet is tied, restrained, and ravished at Daddy’s command. On Fireworks Night, Poppet keeps Daddy burning. Poppet and Daddy share an early Christmas celebration with wicked games; Poppet's got more than one gift in store. If you like father-daughter incest, you’re going to love Daddy and his Poppet.

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Daddy’s Story:

Dawn on our Christmas Day. We have to pick the week before Christmas so that we can get away without being missed. Aching from sex and lack of sleep, I look out of the window. The sky is soft and pink, blossoming, Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning. I silently recite the old saying as I watch the beginning day.

I look at Poppet’s neat form barely taking up any space in the bed.

She bought Christmas stockings, which hang from the fireplace in the living room. I’ve placed a gift for her in one. I wished we could have used her stockings.

“Don’t you think these are cute?” She held up the red felt Christmas stockings, trimmed in green and white.

“I doubt that even you could make those sexy.”

“Don’t frown so. You know they’re not supposed to be sexy. They’re festive and functional. I’ll hang them from the mantelpiece.”

“Hello, Daddy.” Poppet wakes, just as I hoped. “Are you hungry?” she whispers.

“Famished.”

After dinner, I light the fire. I don’t feel guilty at indulging my girl and turn my attention fully to her. She passes me a present. “This is for you, Daddy,” she says, glowing.

My gift reveals a book. A bright yellow paperback. “I’ll open the brandy,” I say. “And we’ll play a few of these games, shall we?”

“Ooh, yes, Daddy. This time I’ll win.”

“The book says that they are games I can’t lose, apparently.” I smile.

“We’ll see.” Giggling she prepares cocktails. “Hmm. It says, Pour one jigger into a champagne glass; add iced champagne. Drink three to five of these slowly.”



Poppet’s Story:

At the same time that I bought his little stocking filler gift, I bought a little something for myself too. I do not let on to Daddy. I guess it may be cheating, but since he beats me, outright when we play chess, I decided to give myself a small advantage. Not that he laughs at me, but I don’t have a proper understanding of how the game works. In a cunning pre-game move, I bought a book about chess and memorised the chapter on openings. Committing the first few moves to memory is better than nothing and an improvement on my previous zero knowledge. I also went online and followed a couple of podcast tutorials. I am nothing if not enterprising.

Knowing that Daddy is ever the gallant and thinks of me as his little pure Poppet, I always have the white pieces, and move first. Usually, it makes no difference, but today, we’ll see.

“Oh, Daddy, that’s a brilliant early development,” I congratulate after a few moves, as suggested by the book and enjoy watching as he tries to keep his face neutral.

I make three more moves, managing to hold my nerve.

“Check and Mate.” He smolders ruthlessly before I have a chance to resign with grace. “You lost well, Poppet,” he says. “Your first few moves were inspired.”