Your erotic stories

“You don’t think it’s a big deal that you fucked your own brother?” was all Sarah’s mother could say. The moment the sentence left her mouth, she realized how absurd it was.

Sarah rolled her eyes, “It wasn’t like that! They were just hookups. We followed the rules. It is NOT a big deal!”

With their parents panic stricken at finding out about their hookup arrangement, Sarah and her brother sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the lecture to stop. Sarah even had the audacity to check her text messages on her phone at one point, which caused her mother to scream even louder.

It had all started just before the end of high school. They went to an upscale, elite private school just down the road from the family’s 5,000 square foot mansion. Sarah had been sexually active for so long that she was totally bored with the same old drink-and-fuck routine that came every Saturday. She never had a need for a boyfriend, so she bounced from hook-up to hook-up, trying different races, different sized cocks, whatever she wanted.

It was easy: she and her older brother were considered the sexiest two people in school. Sarah stood at 5″8, blonde hair with piercing green eyes, and a healthy chest. She tanned regularly and made sure to show her tanlines through her preppy school uniform any chance she could. Her brother was 6″4, muscular, and had the highest cheekbones she’d seen. Yet, they had never been “attracted” to each other in the traditional sense.

Just before graduation, one of Sarah’s hookups posted pics of her on Facebook in the midst of a threesome with two football players from the public school across the city: one black, one hispanic. In a white-bred, white-run neighborhood, this was a massive scandal. For the last few weeks of school she was shunned by her parents, called a slut by anyone with an open mouth, and had to drag her feet through graduation. When it was finally summer, she found herself unable to venture outside her circle of friends, and without the two things she craved: booze and orgasms.

At some point, her brother mentioned that his “girlfriend” (which, in their sleepy rich neighborhood was a cover for their morally ambiguous hookups) wanted to sleep with Sarah’s “boyfriend” in a threesome. The girl had only seen a facebook picture of him, but that was considered enough reason for someone to ask for a hookup. Sarah was never one for lesbian antics, so she suggested they get shared hotel rooms with a third couple and swap around partners for a night, obviously avoiding sleeping with each other.

A long story short: Sarah saw her brother nude and in a lot of sexual situations. Once the night was over, her seclusion grew, and she wanted sex. She found several internet forums with other siblings who slowly but surely had casual sex…and they all seemed so normal, like ordinary people. Incest started to not sound like a dirty word.

Finally, she talked to her brother, and laid out the ground rules for their sexual trysts. She knew he was too horny and too stupid to insist otherwise, and the gross factor wasn’t a concern after she’d been without a man for a full month. To her shock, her brother readily admitted that he was attracted to her. When she pressed, he said it wasn’t really a choice.

“Every man who sees you wants you,” he had said, “You’re one of those women. Like…beyond sexy. It’s kinda sucked that you’re my sister.”

Off and on, sometimes twice a month, sometimes once every few months, sometimes twice a week, they fucked. It was discreet, over fast, and she never thought of it as anything more than a hookup. It felt good, and he was reliable.

Two years later, while they were both away attending the same college, her brother had secretly recorded one of their sessions for masturbation material. After they came home for the year, a mixup with cloud drives and leaving a phone unlocked had allowed his mother to find the video. And so, she found herself getting reamed by both her parents, just as the summer was getting started.

“How on earth is it not a big deal? What the fuck do you mean ‘rules?’ What RULES are there to this nightmare?”

Once again she rolled her eyes at her mother. “We made sure to do certain stuff so there wasn’t any feelings. I didn’t want to have feelings for him, that would be gross. And we did it with other people and stuff, we weren’t ‘together’ or anything.”

Her mother’s face was a ghastly shade of white. “Please, do tell me the rules.”

Her brother chimed in, “You really want to know?”

Their mother just placed her hands on their waste.

Sarah felt the need to list the rules. Every kid at school knew the rules, in order to avoid feelings. Otherwise, it was hard for girls to hookup without getting attached.

“We never kissed, he never looked me in the eye, he never came in me, we always used a condom, and when it was over he got up and left.”

Her mother’s mouth was wide open. Her dad seemed strangely quiet.

“All so you can just have sex and not feel anything for the person? Why would you do that? That is apalling! Young lady, how can you even…I can’t even look at you.”

Sarah continued, “Mom, what’s the difference? If we don’t have kids and nobody has feelings then it’s just a good time. We just took care of that stuff when we couldn’t find anyone else, ok? It’s NOT a big deal. You’re being intolerant.”

Her dad finally started talking, “It is a big deal, and it’s disgusting. Families are around for the rest of your life, and you crossed a line with this. Your relationship will never be the same. You must have some kind of sex addiction problem, and it’s just destroyed our family. First the pictures, and now this…”

“Fuck you, dad!” her brother yelled. Her parents just sat in silence. Sarah thought they were both so pathetic.

“Alright, well, you’re going with your mother to the lake house for the rest of the summer. Sarah, you’re staying here with me. I don’t know how else to put an end to this…thing…you’re both doing to each other. And we’re going to make sure you’re living with roommates next semester, and ONE of you is transferring to a different school. This is so far beyond horrifying to me and your mother…if anyone found out about this we’d be ruined. NO ONE is to tell ANYONE about this! Your brother leaves tomorrow, NO ARGUMENT!”

“THAT ISN’T FAIR!” Sarah squealed, ” We didn’t do anything wrong!”

The back and forth continued until both kids stormed off to their rooms. The next day, kicking and screaming, Sarah’s brother left with her mother to the lakehouse. Sarah truly, in the ultimate fog of teenage delusion, did not understand what the problem was with having casual sex with her own brother.

The next night, she went downstairs to find her father very drunk and surrounded by empty beer cans, watching television. She sat on the living room couch, hoping to cool off any tension they shared. After a half hour of silence, she broke the ice.

“Are you still mad at me dad?” she asked. He stayed silent, which upset her.

“Are you not going to talk to me?”

He sighed.

“I worked for twenty five years to build this family, this house. I did everything for you two and your mother, thinking it’d make me so happy….to have a little dream life. What a fucking joke. What a fucking nightmare.”

Sarah was shocked, “Dad, I am STILL your daughter!”

He chuckled sarcastically and paused. “You haven’t been my daughter since those photos came out. You’re something else. It’s bad enough you dragged my only son into this. My life is for shit. What a fucking joke.”

Unsure of what to do, she sat in silence for a bit longer, and then retired to her room.

She had hated her parents since high school. All they did was expect her to do things she didn’t want to do. Suburbia was torture, everything was boring, and she just wanted to have a good time. She didn’t understand why it was a big deal. Her parents didn’t understand how modern, mature kids had fun, they were stuck in their old ways like the losers they were. After all, they hadn’t hurt anyone. If you don’t hurt anyone, how can you do anything wrong?

And yet, her mind wandered to the time in her dorm, when her brother had lasted longer than usual, when he put his muscular arm around her as he came. She looked and saw his face, and she saw him as someone other than a taboo cock….she felt close to him. For just a moment there was intimacy between them, something her family had always lacked. When he got up to leave, she felt cold, and alone. The only smell in the air was the lingering latex scent from the condom. She had wanted him to stay, and be with her. It took her a few days to feel normal again, to be around him without feeling confused.

Maybe they were right…maybe it was a bad idea. But, fuck them. She did what she wanted to do, and she’d never admit she was wrong. Never to her parents, never. To hell with them and their bullshit expectations. She could totally understand how gay people felt about not being able to get married. Society judged her. She was the victim here, and they just didn’t understand.

—-

Two weeks passed, and Sarah was sitting in her room on a sleepy, relaxed Saturday afternoon. She wore a plaid shirt that clung to her body, showing plenty of cleavage, coupled with tight blue jeans. She furiously texted her friends, all of whom didn’t understand why her brother had to leave town so suddenly. She was thankful no one knew of their arrangement, and trusted her brother not to reveal anything to his friends. Doing so would mean becoming the laughing stock and ire of the entire suburb, if not a staple on every bottom-of-the-barrel porn site on the internet. How could she explain to a future boyfriend that there was a video of her fucking her brother in regular circulation on the web? It just couldn’t happen. She was deathly afraid it would be uploaded somehow.

Her dad had played the sad card since her brother left, drinking and sulking, only leaving the house to work. He sat despondent, staring at the television. Occasionally she would yell at him, accusing him of trying to make her feel guilty. She’d curse, hurl insults, anything to get a reaction out of him. He just stared straight ahead, silent.

It didn’t matter to her. Her mother kept putting her allowance into her bank account, and she could leave whenever she wanted. As far as she was concerned, the house was a place to sleep while the summer dragged on, nothing more.

Then her dad opened her bedroom door that Saturday afternoon, closed it, and stared at her. He was even taller than her brother, at least 6″7, unshaven and looking haggard. Despite this, his steely blue eyes stared ahead.

“What do you want? Don’t you knock?” she said coyly.

He walked forward and sat in a desk chair beside her bed. He sort of stared at her, his mouth slightly open.

“What? What is it?” she asked.

He took a deep breath and then looked at the floor.

“You have a choice. It’s important you know you have a choice…”

Sarah was instantly confused.

“You can either stay in the room, and do exactly, and I mean exactly, what I want. Or, you can leave. If you leave, I will email the video of you and your brother to everyone you know. Anonymously. And the world will know what you did.”

Sarah’s heart sunk. What the hell was going on?

“You can leave. I want you to know that. But if you do, I send the video.”

She shook her head, “What about all that crap about keeping it a secret?”

“You have to make your choice now. You can either stay, or you can leave. I sent your mom and brother away for a reason.”

She froze. There wasn’t any way this was going to go the way she thought it was going….was it? He couldn’t….what was he doing?

He got up, taking her silence as agreement. He sat beside her on the bed and peacefully took her phone from her hands and placed it on her nightstand. He gently brushed his hands against her forearm.

“Arms to your side,” he said quietly as she complied, “There you go…”

And with that her unbuttoned the first button of her shirt.

She jumped and placed her hand on his. “No! Are you fucking crazy? Freak!” she exclaimed.

He glared at her, “Either you leave, or you do what I want. From now on, you don’t speak at all, or I send the video. Leave if you want.”

“You keep your fucking hands off me! I’ll tell mom…you’re sick!”

“Do you think she’d believe you, after the drivel that you yell at us? Don’t fuck with me right now, I’ve had it with you.”

His voice held a quiet anger. She waited with her eyes mired in fear, but eventually brought her arms back to her side. They stayed there, limp, as he undid her shirt. One by one, he unbuttoned her, until the cloth was ready to fall by the wayside.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”

He softly, carefully, opened her shirt. Her small lace bra was revealed, barely containing her large breasts, along with her tight abs, which trembled from the fear overcoming her.

“Not another word from you. You can leave anytime.”

He stared, glassy eyed at her nubile young body. He exhaled a few times, drinking in the sight of her, watching as her chest heaved up and down.

“A front-clasp bra, you must have been ready for someone.”

Sarah sat, ashamed of her body. For so long it got her whatever she wanted from all kinds of men…now it felt like a curse. She looked down, making sure not to meet his eyes.

“Everything in the world tells me how wrong this is,” he said, “and I don’t care.”

He placed his hands on her tummy, just above her pelvis, and rubbed it lovingly.

“I go my whole life, afraid of women, shunning women. Afraid to talk to the gorgeous ones, the ones I really wanted to fuck. To cum inside of.”

He slipped his pinky just under the waistline of her jeans.

“Even the ones I did fuck, I had to wear a rubber. I had to pull out. I had to take her orders, do what she wanted me to do. Like some gimp.”

He traced a path around her belly button. Her tight, tan skin retracted from his touch as goosebumps formed along her smooth skin.

“But I settled. I felt pressured to get married. I gave up on trying to make love to a beautiful woman, one that was just staggering, one that brought any man to his knees. And then you got older, and started to develop. And I thought God had cursed me.”

Sarah was feeling more and more unsettled. She was contemplating leaving. Saving her social life wasn’t worth her father’s unwanted touch. But he seemed so intimidating, she was afraid of what he would do.

“Then you get older, and you’re not just another girl. It’s like having Kate Upton living in my house, teasing me, every day. Walking around in a towel, sitting outside with a bikini, looking nothing like the kid I worked my ass off to raise. Then comes your bratty shit, your self absorbed bratty shit, that drained any love I had left for you. Parent’s aren’t supposed to say that sort of thing, but then again sisters aren’t supposed to fuck their brothers. And daddies….aren’t supposed to do…. this….”

He reached forward and unclasped her bra. He pushed up her breasts and then let the bra fall away, causing them to bounce as they fell free.

“Oh God,” he said, gasping, “Oh God, finally….”

He stood up slightly on the bed and took off his pants. He sat his cock in his hand. It was the first time Sarah had ever seen his crotch in full view. In a word he was…massive. She didn’t know if another mans he’d been with had equaled his girth, and he was at least seven inches in length.

“In college, I…” he said, slowly masturbating, “Fucked a couple girls. Just one night stands, or so I thought. After I made it with them I….they kept coming after me, trying to be with me again. I knew I was a good lover, that I could make women attracted to me, but I was a fool. I thought women you made love to were supposed to be good people, your….friends….Disney bullshit….”

He sped up his thrusts.

“I regret meeting your mother. I should have been inside girls like you….so perfect….made for sex….”

He laid beside her on the bed and put his arm behind her, holding her. She could feel his breath on her cheek as he breathed.

“Your womb is sought after. It’s a prize just like this house, just like anything in life. It doesn’t matter if I’m your father. Your cunt is what men kill for. And you live under my roof, and suck every penny and ounce of life out of me…I’m done with it…”

He yanked himself harder, and aimed his cock at her body.

“Sarah…oh God, your body…”

He climaxed, making sure to spray his sperm all over her torso. She couldn’t believe how hard his cum sprayed against her, falling in lines from her breasts to her tummy. The sight of watching her father climax on her was damaging to her psyche. What had she done? It all happened so fast…

“I want to live in this moment. Before I take you. While you’re still so pure. While you still feel like my daughter. God, Sarah, those tits I….I still want this. I thought I would get this far and change my feelings. I’m so happy…such a relief…”

He put his head against her shoulder and breathed. She sat, motionless, watching as her fathers sperm dry against her skin. He ran his finger over it, spreading it over the top of her crotch. He dawdled there, letting the silence take over the room. He watched as her breasts heaved. It was the first time he’d seen them from above, looking down at her pert nipples standing at full attention. He could feel how scared she was of him. It was the first time he’d felt in control of her in years.

“Just a few millimeters away from your cervix. If I’d cum inside you just a little closer, through that smooth skin…there’d be a baby. So fuckin’ hot.”

He drew the cum along the top of her crotch.

“That sperm made you. Can you feel how wrong this is? You were never supposed to have my sperm touch you. It’s against the law…everything that’s right.”

He raised his head. He took his shirt off and wiped away the cum. He laid beside her again.

“Look at me.”

She was horrified. She turned and looked at him, but it wasn’t like when she’d been with her brother. Then she was drunk and would close her eyes, let him give her his cock, and they would walk away. He wanted her to look him in the eye. To break the rules….to feel.

Her eyes met his.

“I want you to kiss me. And I want you to kiss me like you want me. Or else, we’re done here.”

He took her cheek in his hand, opened her mouth, and put his lips to hers. Sarah was repulsed. She had slept with an older, married professor once, but it was just another carnal hookup. Her dad forced her mouth open and searched her with his tongue. His hands never touched her bare breasts, instead lightly massaging her tight tummy as he kissed her with a restrained passion.

She did her best to do what he wanted. Mentally she tried to pretend it was someone else, to be somewhere else. She didn’t know how she didn’t get up and leave the room in horror, but she persevered. That video would haunt her the rest of her life. She had to do this.

But, he wouldn’t stop. He kissed her lightly, than deeply, teasing her, then thrusting hard into her mouth. Even as she tried so hard to mentally leave the situation, she couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t groping her chest. All the boys she’d ever been with had rushed to maul her body, but her father was taking his time, kissing her like he cared about her.

After a solid two minutes of kissing, she pulled away. It was her mistake when she met his eyes, associating the carnal passion he was bringing out of her with the face of her own father, his soul. She closed her eyes and tried not to cry. What was happening? Everything was so fucked up…

“Do you know why women wear clothes? And why they have power over men when they wear revealing things? Or why men can’t control themselves when you bare your breasts to them?”

He was creepily touching her torso still, breathing heavily.

“Because that’s how you tell them to mate with you. You show them your genetic superiority over other women, and persuade them to give you a child. I didn’t figure that we are all just animals until after I had married your mother. I figured out that I’d resigned myself to a small-breasted, average woman. I lost at the only contest that mattered.”

“But I had faith. I had so much faith in you kids. That they’d be great people, and all my sacrifices would be worth it. That living life the right way would be worth it, in the end. I have all the power in my career, but in my family I had to sit and wait, and nurture, and be patient, never be selfish, and hope. And then you and your brother proved to be sub-par in everything. No real talent. No real drive. Then the pictures of you getting double teamed by two athletes, two broke minority kids with no future except high school football. That’s when the fantasies started.”

“I realized that God had put you in my home, his perfect mate, a genetic miracle, and he was mocking me. He was letting these pathetic men put their sperm into your body to mock me. He knew all the money in the power in the world couldn’t convince you to not throw away this perfect body. You became something other than a daughter. You became an insult.”

He took her by the cheek.

“We have to keep building the chemical bond. Kiss me again.”

He lunged forward and kissed into her. Sarah couldn’t process what he was saying. She wasn’t mature or bright enough to understand the desperation of an older man driven to near madness by what his children had done. But she knew one thing: what he was doing was unholy in its depravity and wrong on every level. She couldn’t tell herself it was abusive. She could leave any time, after all…

He broke the kiss.

“I stared at those nude pictures of you. I touched myself. I dreamed of going back in time, having the confidence and knowledge I had before to find a woman like you. Because I believed in society, in natural law, I never acted on my fantasy. I wanted to protect you. I believed there was still good in you. That a good man would put his child in this tight tummy, it would swell up and you would mature, and God would stop mocking me.”

“But then, you lost all hope. You used your own brother for sex, the lowest of all whores. I failed you. You have no moral center, no sense of decency. You are an endorphin junkie, a failed person, and you take no responsibility for your actions. But you do have one thing still, that even your sad little mind can’t take away. I spent the last week going over the consequences of this. But I’m too angry, too defiant, to deny that these…”

He violently grabbed her breast. She gasped, partly from pain, partly from shock.

“Belong to me. I paid for everything in your life, I deserve these more than any other man.”

He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. He suckled her, bit her, licked her. She was near tears as she fought the pleasure he was giving her. There’s no way this could feel…good… She was being blackmailed. By her own, disgusting father…

He stopped and took her cheek again, forcing her to look in his eyes.

“Those breasts are made to nurture children. They are so perfect. I remember when I first glanced at those puffy nipples…you were getting dressed in your room. When I knew you’d grown into a model. Into perfection. Then I felt disgusting, but now…”

He undid the button on her jeans, “I feel free.”

His hand plunged into her panties and his finger found her clit. He began to rub her as he kissed her neck, softly. That was her turn on, what she told every guy to do to get her going. She started to breath rapidly. After just a few strokes, her lips were cold from her gasps.

“I don’t want to just fuck you. I want you to feel me. I want you to know why you pushed me over the edge when you turned my son into another soulless sexpot. I want your feelings for me to be so confused that you hate yourself for wanting my cum inside you.”

“Dad, stop, come on…” she whispered. She knew it was against his rules to speak, but she had to protest. She was starting to lose herself…not only in lust, but a part of herself. Dads weren’t supposed to make their daughters feel this way. She wasn’t supposed to have these emotions about him.

“When you said those rules, to prevent feelings? You’re preventing oxytocin from flooding your brain. It’s how lovers bond. It’s how people pair up and raise their babies. You only want the pleasure, but you know how to avoid the pain. I am going to become your mate. Chemically, you’ll yearn for me. As your feelings progress, I want you to know that I know exactly what I’m doing to you.”

She was nearing the bridge of an orgasm when he started to pull her jeans down. He took them off, leaving her in panties. She decided she had to try and reason with him. Even if he stormed out of the room and sent the video, she wouldn’t forgive herself for just allowing things to progress.

“Dad, let’s talk about this. Don’t do this, this is wrong.”

He put his hands on the side of her panties and yanked them down. She protested, hooking her hands into the sides, pulling them back. He looked up at her.

“Once these come off, you know what that means.”

She breathed and struggled with her conscience. He continued to pull and she pulled back. They stayed in this erotic struggle as she tried to think.

She thought about all the awful porn forums in the world that would watch her and her brother fucking. All her friends, so disgusted…no man would want her again. And she could get the morning after pill… did he even know those existed? Maybe if she let him inside her just once…he would stop. She could get away…get in her car and drive away…just had to give him what he wanted….

She stopped resisting. She willingly lifted her legs, still unsure about what she was doing as her father threw her panties on the floor.

“Dad, no, stop, come on, let’s talk about this…I’ll give you anything else you want…”

He was slouching over her. She felt his cockhead at her entrance.

“Dad, I’ll do anything, please, just stop and think, come on don-”

Her mouth fell agape as he pushed into her. She couldn’t speak. It felt too incredible. He stopped with half his cock in her, and started to push more slowly.

She started to tremble, and it wasn’t just her body struggling. She loved sex, it was her vice. The cock in her, whomever it belonged to, was making her feel things she didn’t want to feel. The pleasure waves were growing as he pushed against the sides of her pussy. He was stretching her.

She arched her hips, and he went ball-deep inside her. He pulled out to the hilt, and for a moment she felt empty. He plunged back in.

The sex wasn’t furious, and it wasn’t slow. It was rhythm defined. He slapped his balls into her with just the right tempo, holding her tight hips as her ample, tan-lined breasts bounced with his thrusts.

She found herself having all the wrong emotions. As her eyes fluttered open and shut, she would see his bare chest. She felt drawn to it, wanting him to hold her. She looked to his cheekbones and saw an attractive man. She became enthralled with the waves of orgasms he gave her. She admired his careful hands, as they pinched her nipples and tugged her hair at all the right times.

“Don’t be attracted to him”, she thought to herself, “This can’t feel good.”

But she did. He was good and it felt so, so good. He was one of the best she’d ever had.

He leaned forward and put his hand behind her head. She could smell his sweat and feel it against her skin. She put her hand behind his neck as he quickened his pace. They were rutting now, like old lovers. His massive body completely covered her. She felt so….safe. And full, so full…

“Look me in the eye.”

He kept thrusting. She kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to do this…

“Look me in the eye, Sarah.”

She met his eyes. He came. She only knew because he breathed hard, grunting, staring into her as deeply as he could. He fell into her body, spent. He laid there for a moment, recovering. She held him, thanking him for what he’d done. It felt so good to have him next to her…her feelings were betraying her….

He moved to hover over her, and looked down at her. Stroking her hair, he pushed her face to look at him.

“Stare into my eyes.”

It was painful, so hard to do. He was her blackmailer, her abuser, whatever you wanted to call the awful situation. But to look at him was to feel him. She did anyway.

“You’re a better lover than your mother. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. I love you more than any woman in the world.”

It was too much. She turned away. He pushed her back, and she forced her eyes open. She could feel his manipulation penetrating into her as his cock softened inside her.

“I want to take care of you. You are more beautiful than your mother could ever hope to be. You’re the woman I love. You’re the lover I need. I’m devoted to you. You’re my angel, you mean so much to me.”

It pained her to hear him talk that way about her mother. In the last few years she’d used them both as nothing but doormats, but her mother was still a person.

To hear him call her his angel…it made her feel so strange.

He pushed his softening cock inside her.

“We have to wait two minutes. Move your hips…”

He started to move her hips softly, swaying them back and forth. He was breeding her…

He leaned down and placed his face over her. Relentlessly he stared, first at her eyes, then at her breasts, and back again.

This kept up for the two minutes, and then he abruptly left. She had heard that men have a crisis of conscience after sex…that their mind clears and they sometimes regret what they’ve done. She could only hope that was the case.

After she was sure he’d gone, she cleaned herself up in the bathroom. She cursed herself for always using condoms and not getting on the pill, but it wouldn’t matter. She made her way downstairs, listening closely to ensure she avoided her father.

Grabbing her purse from the front table, she searched for her car keys. They were gone. She looked to the rack next to the front door for a set of keys to another car…they were all gone. The money from her wallet was gone as well, along with her credit cards. Her father was hiding them…had he completely lost his mind?

She grabbed her phone to try to text a friend…halfway typing out the text message before realizing her father had just cut off her service. He must have done it within the last half hour…she was beginning to feel trapped.

Because their sub-divison was so huge, it was at least a five mile walk to the nearest pharmacy. Even if she got started now, she’d be back after dark. It didn’t matter, she had to do it. She took three twenty dollar bills from a cookie jar where her mother kept some extra money and went out the back door.

She made it barely a mile before her father came up behind her in his white SUV. She felt mortified…should she run? He rolled down the window and stopped next to her. With dread in her eyes, she looked to him.

“If you get in now, I won’t send the video.”

After hesitating, she got into the car. It felt like all the blood in her body was in her feet as they slowly drove home.

Later that night, he called her downstairs. He had prepared her favorite dinner. Over dinner they barely spoke. It was the first time he had cooked her dinner since she was a little girl. Under any other circumstance, she would have felt flattered.

The reckoning came when he lead her out to the living room. A fire was roaring in the fireplace, and he gave her three glasses of wine. When he began to disrobe her again, she became catatonic. It was happening again.

This session was even more incredible than the last. She couldn’t tell how long he pistoned his cock in and out of her, but it felt like hours. After he dropped his load into her again, he sat behind her on their oversized sofa and lightly caressed her breast.

The talk was always the same, almost repetitive.

“You’re my true love. You’re my beautiful angel. Your mother is a failure, an ugly old woman. She could never make me feel good the way you do.”

As exhausted as she was, it began to work. She started to feel safe in his arms, and his words started to make her feel wanted. The final load came as they laid face-to-back on the couch, his cock slowly working in and out of her spent pussy as the light from the fire flickered across her outstretch body. He was gentle and aware of her…never hurting her, knowing her endurance. His words kept coming as he slowly worked her breasts with his strong hands. He came in her for a third time, quietly.

He held her for the two minutes, kissing her without restraint. She had given up her resistance and decided to let the feelings in. What else could she do? She was trapped. He was right. She didn’t want him to leave. He gave her what she felt she wanted.

Eventually they retired to bed. He allowed her to sleep in her own room. While she thought he was giving up on his creepy “chemical bonding” obsession by letting her sleep alone, she realized it was all part of his plan. She felt cold and alone without him there. Naked, she pulled back the sheet and put her hand on her stomach. The idea that her father’s child was growing inside her filled her with a numb misery. But she still had time to get the morning-after pill…she could still escape…

The early morning rolled around, and she couldn’t take it. The thought that the barrier was crossed, and a man was in the other room, waiting to warm her as she slept, was too daunting. If he was going to imprison her in his sexual fantasy, she decided she should take to it…right? Wasn’t that the reasoning? It wasn’t because she had feelings for him….that wasn’t possible. She just wanted to feel good.

She entered his room, and laid down next to him. In mere minutes, wrapped in his arms, she fell asleep. She awoke in the night to him fucking her body yet again, slowly and gently. In her hazy state, she spoke.

“Dad, don’t cum in me….”

He kept his methodical stroke. She was barely awake.

“Feelings…”

A wave of profound love for his gentle thrusts came over her.

“Children….no babies….”

He came in her unprotected womb. Another two minutes passed as he swayed his cum into his daughter…this time with her nipple floundering around in his mouth.

The next day, she never left his side. Everywhere she went in the house, he followed. He took her body whenever he pleased…whether he snuck up behind her in the kitchen and cupped her breasts from behind, or pistoned his cock into her inside their jacuzzi tub. His phone was nowhere to be found, his car keys hidden.

“The water running off your tits…” he had said as they made love in the hottub, “I’m glad I did this before I died.”

It occurred to her to run to a neighbors house and plead to borrow their phone or car, but then what? The video would be released, and there was no guarantee the pill would work after two full days, especially after so many loads of cum. She’d waited nearly too long…her egg was seeded with her father’s sperm and planting itself in her womb.

He had won.

—

Two days passed with constant sex. The feelings grew, and they slept as lovers at night. One morning she walked into his bedroom and found an unexpected item on the bed. Her father stood naked, ready for another session.

“I got out your baby book.”

By now, she was becoming accustomed to silently taking his orders.

“Come sit, let’s look at it.”

She opened it, and felt a sense of extreme guilt. At some point, during all the lustful sex, she’d forgotten that this was her father that was making her cum.

She laid face down over the book, reading through it’s contents. She was wearing a skirt, at her father’s request, and he took down her panties.

“Read from the tenth page….you made that in kindergarten….”

The scene was becoming surreal…

“My name is Sarah. I like apples and the movies.”

Her father placed his cock at her entrance. He pushed himself inside her. Unlike before, there was little resistance. Her body had molded to his girth.

“Read the last part. At the end of the page.”

Sarah’s emotions were getting the better of her. What was before unthinkable had now become pure torture.

“When I get older I want to be a teacher and have a family. I want to have a husband and babies and be happy.”

Her father picked up his thrusts. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass.

“Read it…again. Don’t stop.”

Sarah couldn’t hold it back anymore. She started to softly cry.

“When I get older I want to be a teacher and have a family. I want to have a husband and babies and be happy.”

He picked up his pace, drilling her with abandon. Her tears were flowing now, falling gently on the old pages in the book, staining the words she had written as a child.

“Again.”

She read it again, and again, and again. Eventually, he came, deep inside her. With his cock buried, he reached forward and wiped away her tears. He leaned over her with his massive frame, flipped to the front of the book, and took out a lock of her hair from when she was first born.

“Dad, stop!” she pleaded. She felt his cum running out of her pussy, down her leg.

He tickled the end of her breast with the hair.

“I made this tit. This perfect tit.”

He continued to tickle her puffy nipples.

“I made it so it could feed my child. We made a baby. I made a baby in a perfect body.”

He placed his other hand on her womb, and pressed it tenderly. Sarah was mortified. This was beyond belief. She started to cry again as the full weight of the world fell upon her.

By the time the two minutes was up, the tickling against her breast had made her slightly aroused. Even through the tears, and the insanity.

Everything was so fucked up…

—

The following two weeks served to stamp out any sense of barriers she had with her new lover. She slept in his bed, and he came in her almost at will. She lost count of the loads he dropped in her, and she started to inexplicably care about his other needs.

How it came to be, she didn’t know. The part of her that hated him for his sadism seemed to melt away a little more after each orgasm. Every load of cum made her feel full inside, like she was loved. She took to kissing him with intent, losing herself in the carnal lust. She even initiated a few sessions, making his cock hard with her hand or her mouth, then putting it inside her without protest. She began to want the unlimited sex he was providing. It didn’t matter who he was anymore

She also cooked for him, held him, talked to him. She worried if he was sleepy or hungry. For fleeting moments she could step back and see how disgusting it all was…but then, she realized there was nowhere else to go, except deeper into the fantasy.

Then, one day, she woke up and her father was fully dressed.

“Your mom is coming home. Just act normal. She’s just grabbing a few things, and then she’ll be gone.”

When her mom arrived, she treated Sarah like dirt. To her, she was still the sick daughter that had fucked her brother and refused to apologize for it. Part of Sarah wanted to cry out to her for help, while the other part felt superior to her smug, disheveled old mother. She made her dad cum harder, longer, than her mother ever had. She was the better lover. He loved her more, and she felt it. Her body was young and ready for him, his mother couldn’t please him. In such a short time, the idea that such feelings were sick and wrong seemed outdated. This was how she felt, and she didn’t know how else to be.

Her mother left, and her father told her it was to return to the lakehouse. Sarah believed they were alone again. He asked her to follow him upstairs.

Once in the bedroom, he pulled out her mother’s wedding dress from a box at the top of the closet.

“This is the last thing I’ll ask you to do,” he said, “And then we’re done.”

Sarah shook her head, “What? You….you want me to put that on?”

He nodded. “This is the last thing, I promise.”

—

After putting on the dress, fixing her hair, and applying makeup, Sarah exited the bathroom and saw her father naked, sitting up on his shoulders on the bed. A smile came across his face and his eyes melted.

“Oh my God…” he said, “You’re far more beautiful than she was…”

The dress was tight against her body. Her mother didn’t have her supple figure, so her breasts were bursting out the front of the dress. They could barely be contained behind the material.

“Take off your panties and sit down on me.”

She did as he said, but he stopped her as she lowered herself on his cock.

“Turn around, face the door.”

His request seemed unusual, but she did as he asked. She began to slowly work herself up and down on his cock, wearing her mother’s wedding gown. It was sick, but she could see herself in the closet mirror. She looked…incredible. She didn’t know if she’d ever looked sexier.

As they progressed, Sarah heard the front door open.

“Dad! God, stop!”

She tried to climb off him, but his grip on her hips was firm. He continued to grind against her.

“Ssshhh, it’s ok.”

She panicked and tried to push off him with all her strength, but it was no use. He wasn’t letting her go. She could hear her mother making her way up the steps as her pussy tightened against his cock.

“No!” she whispered, even as she felt an orgasm wash over her, “Please don’t, Dad, no!”

Her mother rounded the corner and saw her only daughter, donned in her wedding gown, taking her husband. His wet cock was visible to her as it moved in and out of her sopping pussy. Sarah couldn’t even imagine what she was thinking.

Her mother just started screaming. It wasn’t even human. It was guttural, from the depths of her lungs.

“Mom! I’m so sorry mom!” Sarah said, tears welling up in her eyes as her dad thrusted in and out of her. Her mother plunged forward in some panicked state, and tried ot help her off of him, but it was no use. He was too strong.

Defeated, her mother fell down onto the floor, in a total state of shock.

“How could you Harold! Get off my baby! Get away from my baby!”

Her dad laughed. He continued to thrust into her.

“I thought this would be good revenge for when you fucked Daryl Clark at that retreat. How’s it feel? Huh? How’s it feel?”

He picked up his pace. Sarah’s mother continued to scream and cry.

“Sarah, tell your mom what I put in you. Tell her or I’ll send the video.”

Sarah looked her mother in the eye, trying to communicate her agony through her eyes.

“I’m pregnant.”

Her mother began to weep even harder. Flustered, she ran to the phone and called the police, just as her husband plunged deep into his crying daughter and came, leaving ropes of cum inside her cervix.

—

It had been two years since her brother had left for the lakehouse. Through it all: the arrest, the trial, and her father’s conviction, she had tried to stay sane. The community could barely contain their disdain for her family once news broke of her father’s meltdown, and they sold the mansion. They moved into a smaller home in another city, and things seemed simpler.

Sarah could never tell anyone about so many things The worst, by far, was how agonizing it was aborting the baby she had made with her father. To many, it was a no-brainer. Everyone she knew told her she was a victim, but she knew better. Her own vanity had put her in a position to lose herself, and her sadistic father had pushed her the rest of the way. Losing the baby just meant more invasion into her body, more loss, more sadness. But it had to be done. She was unsure if the child inside her was even human, seeing as it came from two related people. Where would it’s soul come from if it was conceived by a father inside his own daughter? How could it ever be a healthy person?

But it hurt almost as much to not tell anyone how much the tragedy had helped her. What her father did, though unthinkable, taught her just why making love to her brother was wrong. It taught her why sex, without love, and pleasure without morality, was wrong. Boundaries are in place for a reason. Family functions one way and one way only. If her father had practiced restraint, they might still be a family, and she might not have been so damaged. But her own carnal lust sent him into a spiral, and in the end, she lost more than she could ever regain.

Nonetheless, understanding why morality and structure was good, while her old nihilistic ways were pure self-destruction, helped her to turn her life around. She remained celibate, graduated from college early, and had a healthy relationship with her mother. Her brother got along with her, and even apologized for allowing their sexual tryst to happen. He felt guilty, as though he’d laid the foundation her father’s sexual prison. She assured him he did not, and they shared a platonic, familial hug.

But for closure, Sarah had to know one thing. She drove, in private, to the prison where her father was being held.

Eventually, he sat across from her in the visitors room, and held a phone to his ear.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

She kept her eyes down, and asked the question she wanted answered.

“Do you regret what you did?”

She expected him to contemplate, to think about the answer, but he didn’t.

“No,” he said flatly, “I can die happy. That’s what mattered then and that’s all that matters now. I can die happy, knowing I touched your breasts, came inside you, and made you love me as a man.”

A twitch of lust washed across her body, as her muscle memory remembered their time together. She shook in a controlled rage, and hung up the phone. It was the last time she would ever speak to her father. She didn’t know if she was angry at him, or at herself for the way her body reacted to his words.

Years would go by, and her first, then second marriage would come. She would have children, grow older, and try to live a normal life. But Sarah could never lie to herself and say anything other than the truth in her mind, as she lay awake, trying to sleep, day after day, year after year.

In her heart, as many do with lost lovers, she bonded with her father, in the carnal way that all lovers do. She still yearned to feel him slouch over her, hold her, and make her feel safe. He had been a good lover, and skilled at making her feel incredible.

But most importantly, he taught her that some rules were made to be followed….