Tumblr Daughter
by Lubrican
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Chapter Four
I saw my daughter lying there, freshly and well fucked. But there was something unreal about it too.
"Wow," panted Amber, her eyes clear and untroubled by guilt. "I didn't believe her. I was wrong. She was right. You're incredible."
"What the fuck?!" I gasped.
"Don't be mad, Daddy," she said, panting between each word. "I couldn't help it."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, also having trouble talking because I was so out of breath.
She put a finger on my lips ... lips that had recently kissed hers ...
lips that had parted to let my tongue duel with hers. She had
frenched me right back, ardent in her return of the kiss.
Obviously, she had known who she was kissing. Obviously, she had
known who she got in bed with ... who she was sucking ... who she had
spread her legs for!
I was in such shock that I just followed her unspoken command to be
silent. We both breathed. I realized my penis was still in
her ... still leaking the dregs of cum from my balls ... into my baby
girl. I started to withdraw, but her hands flashed to my butt
cheeks and her nails dug in, keeping me there.
She wanted this!
Finally she spoke, but her finger came back to my lips, an obvious order not to interrupt her while she explained.
"For as long as I can remember, there have been two special men in my
life," she said. "You and Alex." She licked her lips and
took in a deep breath. I realized I was crushing her and lifted
my chest so she could breathe easier. "I took care of my two
men," she whispered. "I cooked and cleaned and washed
clothes. You were sick. I knew you loved me ... loved us
... but I knew you had to have time to get well. So Alex and I
took care of each other. And something happened that changed the
way we felt about each other.
"That night we became lovers, I thought of him in two ways. I
thought of him as the boy you and Mom adopted, but I also thought of
him as my brother. And I made love with my brother that
night. I know I told you he's not my genetic brother. I
said that because that's what you needed to hear. But when we do
... this ... I think of him as my brother ... one of the very special
men in my life. But he was only one of two
special men. You were the other. I felt just as strongly
about you. But you weren't ready for that. You weren't
ready for what I grew to want from you.
"Eventually some of the girls figured out what was happening between me
and Alex. And a couple of them figured out how I felt about you
too. Brittney was one. She recognized it because she
has the same feelings for her own daddy. Sybil was the other.
"Both of them kept urging me to tell you how I felt ... to tell you
what I wanted. But I couldn't. If I had said something and
you rejected me, it would have killed me. So Sybil decided to
take the bull by the horns ..."
She trailed off, but squeezed my now flaccid penis with her pussy
muscles. I felt hysteria trying to bubble up and break out.
She went on, though, and by concentrating on her words, I retained
control.
"She teased me by telling me over and over again what a fabulous lover
you were. She taunted me with the fact she'd let you make love
with her without protection. She warned me that if I didn't do
something, she'd keep coming back, and get pregnant, and make you marry
her."
"What?" I goggled at her.
"She's crazy about you," said my daughter. "She's upset about
that, because she doesn't want to be in love right now. Not like
she says she is. She's not even interested in dating any boys,
because they can't compete with you."
"This is crazy!" I gasped.
"Of course it is. If we were eighteen, everything would be easy,
but we're not. So she told me she was going to stay away ... but
only if I admitted to you that I was in love with you too."
"You two are nuts," I said.
"Probably," she said. "I know neither of us planned on any of
this getting as complicated as it did. With Alex, it was just
because I loved him so much, and because it felt so good to be
cuddled. And then he started getting erections, and I was curious
and things kind of got away from us. I'm not sorry about it ... but we didn't plan that."
"You obviously planned this," I said.
She actually blushed. It was that blush that made me roll
sideways, but she grabbed me and went with me. My penis pulled
out of her, though.
"Ohhhh," she complained.
"I came in you!" I growled.
"I know that," she said, making it sound like she thought I was an idiot.
"Why would you do that?" I asked, frustrated.
"Because I love you!" she
hissed. “Only you and Alex get to do that. Because
you are the special men in my life, the men I love, the men I would do
anything for!"
"Even have a baby?" My voice sounded gravely.
"Yes! Even that!" she
barked right back at me. She must have seen the storm
clouds gathering on my face, because she put long sharp-tipped fingers
on my chest and spoke before I could. "I'm not trying to have a baby, Daddy! But there are two men I love who I will never avoid making love with, just because it might lead to that.”
"You're going on the pill!" I ordered.
"All right," she said, calmly.
I don't know why, but I wasn't expecting that. I expected her to argue with me, and I was ready to thunder at her.
"I'll do anything you say," she said, leaning forward to kiss my chest where she had just poked me.
"Then get out of my bed," I muttered. The pervert in me
felt like getting hard again and fucking that baby in her she wasn't
trying to have.
"Well," she said, leaning in to kiss my chest again. "Anything but that."
"You remember that time you caught us in the hot tub and Janice was
topless?" asked Amber. She was sitting on top of me, impaled on
my member, which didn't care if was committing incest or not. It
just wanted to prod my baby's pussy.
"Yes," I grunted, trying to think about anything except how wonderful
it felt for Amber to milk my prick with her very talented pussy.
She was sitting absolutely still, but my cock was getting a full
workout.
"She wanted to lose her virginity to you."
"No way," I panted.
"Way. She had just taken her top off and asked us if we thought
you'd like her breasts. It was something more than one of the
girls did, at one time or another. They all fantasized about
doing this with you." She gave a peculiar triple squeeze.
"Stop that!" I gasped.
"Awwww, you're so sweet," she said, leaning forward to put her hands on
my chest. "You're trying not to cum in me, so I won't get
pregnant. You know, Alex does that all the time. He's just
as sweet as you are."
"I'll raise his allowance," I choked.
"We don't get an allowance,"
she reminded me. "It's made Alex a very good lover.
He can go a long, long time. That's why all the girls decided
that since they couldn't have you, they'd take him instead."
"All of them?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Everybody except Brandi," she said, sliding her body forward. The look on
her face told me she'd just rubbed her clitty. She slid
back. "Lou Ann wanted to lose her virginity, and he volunteered, thinking it was a joke. But she got all excited and the next thing we knew they were on my bed and he was asking her if she was sure and ... Anyway, after that all the virgins wanted to lose it to him. Some of them weren't virgins, but they pretended to be. He just had that effect on them. Like you have this effect on me."
"Please stop that," I begged. I have no idea where I had
found the strength to fight the pervert, but I was trying hard not to
cum.
"Daddy?" she said, leaning down to kiss my lips.
"Yes?" I said, my voice tight as a guitar string.
"I want you to cum in me."
"No!" I gasped.
"I want your love inside me. I want to feel what Sybil can't stop
talking about. And I know I let Alex cum in me too, but it's
still different when you do it. The two of you feel
different. I love it when both of you squirt me full of your
love."
She rocked, then, five or six times in a row, and I lost it, jetting
almost painfully into her belly, the seed that had created her to begin
with.
"Good boy," she purred, and I felt that flutter that told me she was
having her own orgasm, while I had mine. The smile on her face
just made me spurt harder.
"We can't keep doing this," I said to the girl cradled in my arms.
"Of course we can," said Amber. "I'll never give this up."
"It's wrong, Amber."
"Who says? You're not abusing me. I'm not trying to fight
you off. You didn't force yourself on me. If anything it
was the other way around. I arranged to have Sybil get you all
off kilter so I could sneak into your bed and get what I wanted."
"You know what I mean," I said.
"You didn't fight me off, Daddy," she said softly.
"I know that. I'm not proud of it."
"But don't you get it? When you found out I wasn't Sybil ... when you saw me in bed with you ... when you didn't
kick me out of bed screaming and shouting, I knew you wanted this
too! I almost had another orgasm and we were already
finished! Daddy, don't you get it? I love
you, both as a daughter and as your woman. And I know you love
me, both as a father and as my man. And this is just one of the
ways I can show you how much I love you."
"What about Alex?" I argued. Don't ask me why, but my qualms
about what they'd been doing had practically evaporated, based on what
she and I had been doing.
"He's busy with Sybil, since I'm busy with you," she said. Her voice was completely normal.
"What? She's here?!" I gasped.
Her facial muscles did something I couldn't put my finger on.
Maybe she stiffened a bit in my arms. My mind was whirling
anyway, and for some reason I thought Sybil just hadn't showed up.
"Do you want me to go get her, Daddy?" asked my daughter. This
time the thing I couldn't put my finger on was in her voice.
"No." I said it automatically. I have no idea where that
came from. I didn't think it out. If anything it was
instinct. But it turned out to be the right thing to say.
Amber burst into tears and hugged me fiercely.
"Thank you, Daddy," she sobbed.
I understood then. I had just chosen my daughter over her friend,
and that meant a lot to her. It was a teenage thing ... but then
my daughter was a teenager.
"How could I possibly want her more than I want you?" I asked.
Again, I didn't think it over first, but it was the right thing to say.
She kissed her way down and sucked me hard.
"I want you on top of me this time," she said, pushing at me to move so she could lie where I was.
I mounted my daughter, groaning as I slid deep into her heat.
"And I want you to squirt me so full it comes out of my nose," she panted.
"You're going to get pregnant for sure," I warned.
"I'll go on the pill tomorrow," she promised.
Her hips thrust up and her pussy rippled around me.
"Already?" I gasped, crushing her clit.
"It's so easy when it's you in meeeee," she whined.
It is at this point that the story may seem more "normal" to the
average reader of erotica. Amber was dead serious when she
said she planned on continuing her new relationship with me, and her
older one with Alex. After I spurted in her the third time, we
slept. She got up to go to the bathroom around four in the
morning, and when she came back, she poked me awake.
"Come with me," she said.
"What's wrong?" I asked, groggy from sleep and more sex than I was used to.
"Nothing. Just get up! Hurry, they're almost done!"
I got up and naked, she pulled me to Alex's room. The door was
open and his nightstand light was on. Sybil was making that sound
that caused my balls to lurch. I looked in, and there was my son,
steadily humping the girl I suddenly realized I thought of as "my other
lover."
"Are you sure?" panted my son, whose strokes suggested he was a lot longer than normal, at least a lot longer than me.
"Shut up and kiss me," panted Sybil.
Amber's lips brushed my ear and she whispered.
"She let him in her bareback too, Daddy. You ruined her."
"Oh Sybil!" groaned Alex, and he powered in and stopped. I could
see his balls jumping in the light. I suddenly realized those
balls had done that countless times as his penis fertilized the naked
girl I had my arm around. I couldn't believe it, but my prick
started to harden. Amber's hand slid across my hip to my
penis and she squeezed it. Her lips brushed my ear again.
"I knew you'd be turned on by this. If I'd known what a dirty old
man you are, I'd have crawled into bed with you years ago."
I didn't know what to do. I was out of my league. At least
I was out of practice. I turned sideways, while I watched as a
ring of white built up around the base of Alex's penis as he slowly
fucked Sybil, his balls finished jumping now. I slid my hand
between Amber's legs and slicked a finger into her pussy. I
mauled her clit and she gasped.
Both kids on the bed turned their heads and saw us.
"You bitch!" sighed Sybil. "You really did it, didn't you?"
"He's in you bareback!" accused my daughter as she stalked toward the pair in bed. "You let him cum in you!"
"And what's that running down the inside of your thigh?" barked Sybil,
sitting up in bed. I stared at her breasts. They really
were phenomenal.
"It's all right if I get
pregnant!" shouted Amber. "You're the smart one, Sybil. You
can go to college. You can do anything you want. If I get
pregnant, I can stay here and raise the baby. It wouldn't be the
end of the world for me. But if you get knocked up, it will ruin
everything for your future!"
I wondered what was going on. Amber got almost all A's in her
classes. I thought she was pretty smart. We hadn't talked
about college, but I had always assumed both kids would go to
college. Yet she sounded like she hadn't planned on that at all.
"Oh give me a break," said Sybil, getting up off the bed and standing
in front of Amber. She was a couple of inches taller than my
daughter. Both of them looked so delicious, standing there naked,
that the pervert in me let my penis get hard again. Sybil spoke
with bite in her voice. "I know what you want. You want a
house full of children. You've been talking about having ten
babies ever since I taught you how to use a tampon. You have all
these plans. You're going to stay here and get fucked twice a day
and have Alex’s babies, while I go off and work my fingers to the
bone somewhere, doing something I'll probably hate. Well maybe I
want a husband and a family too, Amber! Did you ever think about
that?"
"You've never said anything about wanting to have children. You hate children!"
"I don't hate them," argued Sybil. "I just can't handle them until they're about five or six, that's all."
"And if you let Alex make your belly swell up, you think you can just
loan them out to somebody else until they're five or six?"
"I'm not trying to let Alex make my belly swell up," complained
Sybil. "I just like to feel him spurt in me. Besides, I
know he's yours, and that I won't get to do this with him very
often. I'll be quite happy sleeping with your daddy."
"And let him knock you up!" snorted Amber. "And then what,
Sybil? We both know what he'd do if you told him you were
pregnant with his baby."
It was surreal, listening to them talking about me like I wasn't even there.
"Who says I'd say yes?" snapped Sybil. Her chin jutted
forward. Her nipples were spiked and blood red, but I knew they
were in that condition because of emotions other than lust. The
pervert in me still wanted to suck them, though.
Amber put her nose right against her friend's nose. Her voice was full of emotion.
"If you let my daddy make my sister inside you, you'd better say yes, or I'll kick your fucking ass."
And then, to my astonishment, their arms slipped around each other and they were kissing.
And I mean kissing like lovers.
I watched as naked breasts rubbed together, and hairless, or almost
hairless mons did the same thing. I was rock hard by now, and
when Alex distracted me by rolling over, I saw he was hard again too,
and gripping his much too large cock. Amber had accused me of
ruining Sybil, but if anything could ruin a girl it was Alex's
penis. There was moaning from the clinch of naked girls,
and finally they stopped kissing each other.
They looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, and kissed again,
but just a peck this time. Both heads turned toward me and they
made eye contact. Then, as if they thought with the same brain,
they turned toward Alex, who just stroked his cock slowly.
They drifted apart, and Amber went towards her brother. Sybil came to me. She reached for my penis.
"Do you want to make me pregnant, Bob?" she asked softly. "Alex
wants to make Amber pregnant. She hasn't let him yet, but I think
she's weakening. So am I, Bob. Do you want to get me all
knocked up with your baby?" Her hand moved on my penis, slowly,
languidly.
Ask anybody. Ask a teacher, or psychologist, or doctor or
philosopher. Just about anybody will tell you "Don't make
important decisions in the grip of lust!"
I've never been very good with great wisdom.
"I do," I said, reaching for her.
She didn't take me back to my bedroom. Instead, she made me stand
there and watch Alex crawl between Amber's thighs and push his long,
black penis into the pussy I had plundered myself, not all that long
before. She made me listen to the groan of satisfaction and
happiness that issued from my daughter's throat, along with the deeper
version that Alex supplied.
Then she took me to the other side of the bed and pulled me on top of
her, so that Alex and I were fucking ... I mean making love to ... our
women on the same bed at the same time. It was incredible,
hearing two women I loved making similar noises as they were bred by
the men they loved.
And when the time came to evacuate my balls, I tried, as hard as I
could, to make Sybil Penderson as pregnant as possible, so that she'd
have to marry me, and couldn't go off to college.
Now if this were all an erotic fantasy, then I'd have to report that
both women got pregnant that night, and that everything was all roses
and petunias.
But of course that's not what happened.
Neither girl got pregnant that night, thank goodness.
In the weeks that followed, both girls got on the pill, which was good,
because both girls got entirely too much sperm in them to be safe for
more than ten minutes. Amber couldn't have sleepovers more often
than about every two or three weeks. A couple of sets of
parents thought I was getting too much of the burden, and began to
insist that their daughters have sleepovers at their house too.
But Sybil came over long enough to wear me out three or four times a
week. It was almost comical. She'd knock on the door, and
then walk right in, taking her clothes off as she kicked the door
closed. She always called ahead and told me she was coming.
She usually told me where to be, and in what dress. For example,
one day, she said "Make me some cookies, please? I want to do it
in a chair beside the stove with the smell of cookies all around
me. And just wear an apron."
She was an inventive girl, was our Sybil.
Amber, of course, slept with Alex every night. Unless she slept
with me. Her bed wasn't getting worn out, that's for sure.
And time went by, and I fully expected Sybil to get tired of me, and
move on. The fantasy of marrying a girl like her was strong, and
it was a beautiful little dream, that never failed to get me a rock
hard bone, with which I could make her happy. At the same
time, I fully expected my world to be turned upside down, sooner or
later, and to have to deal with the grief of losing Sybil to some young
stud.
My world did, in fact, get turned upside down. But not because of
Sybil. Well ... actually ... now that I think about it, she did
play a pretty big role in things.
Amber still had sleepovers. And the girls still used them to play
with Alex and do things they either didn't want to do with their
boyfriends (because once done, might be demanded on a routine basis) or
wanted to practice first, so they'd be perfect with their
boyfriends. Of course I wasn't part of that scenario. By
then all the girls knew I belonged to Sybil.
But one night, when Sybil came to sleep with me ... she brought Brandi.
I was already naked, and already hard when they walked through the
door. Both of them were naked too. These days, the
sleepovers rarely involved slinky nightwear. All the girls ran
around naked these days. How that was kept a secret, I don't
know. The tumblr pictures were all over the place by then, having
been reblogged hundreds, if not thousands of times. But the girls
were all two years older now too, which made it less likely they'd be
recognized. And no strange men had come up to any of the girls
saying things like "Hey! I know you. You're naked on the
internet!"
Anyway, I wasn't expecting Brandi, who I already knew had sweet, heavy
breasts with puffy nipples, and a bare snatch that looked like it could
just swallow a tongue. Of course I hadn't done anything with her,
other than get hugs. I got hugs from all the girls when they came
to a sleepover. But those hugs were before they got naked.
"Oh my," sighed Brandi as she stared at my erect cock. I didn't
run around naked like they did, so she'd never seen it before.
"Wait until you feel it going off inside you," cooed Sybil.
"Now wait a minute," I croaked.
"It's all right, Bob," said Sybil. "Uncle Dave finally admitted
he wants to fuck Brandi. She's been waiting for this for years,
hoping he'd come around. But now that he has, she's worried she'll mess things up by being tense. And now she's decided she doesn't want to be a virgin when he takes her. So she told him she'd sleep with him
when she gets home from this sleepover. And she wants you to be
the one who takes her cherry so it won't hurt when he fucks her."
I stared. "Dave is her father," I pointed out.
"You fuck Amber," said Brandi, who was rubbing her pussy now.
"She won't admit it, but we can all tell. And Sybil says you're
the best. Don't you like me?"
I had already said "Of course I like you" by the time I figured out she
was playing with me. I think it was her matter-of-fact attitude
about all this that calmed me down.
"I don't have any condoms," I said. As I said it I realized Alex probably had dozens.
"I'm willing to risk it once," she said. "I just want my pussy to be ready for daddy when he fucks me this weekend."
"Does he know this is going to happen?" I asked.
She nodded. "When I asked him if he was ever
going to fuck me, he spit his coffee all over the place. Then,
when he figured out I was serious, he got a boner. So I sucked
his boner. He wanted to fuck me then, but I told him he had to
wait until this weekend. He asked me why and I told him that's
when I'll be ovulating."
"You want him to get you pregnant?" I gasped.
"More than anything," she said, rubbing faster. "I want to have lots of Daddy's babies."
So that's how I ended up crawling on top of little Brandi, who was,
indeed a virgin. She was so tight it took me five minutes to work
my cock into her all the way. Sybil sucked on her tender nipples
and kissed her over and over while I pushed, and waited and then pushed
some more. When I got about half of it in her, I pulled out and
pushed back in several times until I was fucking her with about half of
my cock. Within a few minutes of starting that, she relaxed and I
was able to get all the way in.
She popped fast, just like Sybil. I could tell these two had
pleasured each other before, probably many times, because they eagerly
kissed and fondled each other. When Brandi had an orgasm, Sybil
sucked hard on her nipples, and I could tell that drove her crazy.
Sybil had already learned the sounds I make when I'm having sex, and
she could hear, somehow, that I was nearing my own orgasm. She
cooed to her cousin as I got closer and closer.
"He's going to spurt in you pretty soon, baby," she said. "It's
going to feel all hot inside as his sperm rushes into you. You're
going to love it."
"Ahhhhh," whined Brandi. "What if his sperms get in my womb, Sybil?"
"Then Uncle Dave will just have to get you pregnant the next time,"
said Sybil outrageously. "But you better not let Bob get you
knocked up. I want to be the first to have his baby. You
hear me?"
I don't know if Brandi heard her, but I sure did. And the
revelation that Sybil wanted my child was so hot that I blew almost
instantly, filling up Brandi with sticky spurts of warm cum. I
wanted to stay hard and full of spunk, just so I could pull out of
Brandi and fuck Sybil senseless. But I knew I couldn't do that,
so I just pushed hard and gave Brandi everything I had in me. I
knew I'd do the same thing to Sybil later.
Brandi threw her legs around me and squeezed. Her lips kissed my
chest. She was obviously having a good time, but she still
muttered "You better not get me preggers, Bob. That's my daddy's
job. Mmmm, it does feel good. But you better not get me all pregnant!"
It wasn't until hours later, while I was slowly rodding Sybil for the
second time, her pussy slippery from my first load, that I found out
the whole story about Brandi. Over the years she had done
everything at the sleepovers except fuck. She wasn't shy with the
boys. She loved sucking Alex's penis, for example, and helped
work Danny over many times. But ever since Sybil had crawled into
my bed that first time, Brandi had been teasing her father endlessly,
running around the house in next to nothing, sitting on his lap and
wiggling, and "accidentally" walking in on him while he was
masturbating. According to Sybil, he always slipped off to
masturbate after Brandi worked him over.
In any case, when Brandi finally succeeded in her goal of seducing her
father, then she had to choose how to proceed. She wanted her first
night with him to be pain free. She was fully aware of Alex's
size, having happily sucked his prod dozens of times. She had
also seen it stretch various girls. Of course she talked about
all this with Sybil, who convinced her I'd be the perfect man for the
job. That wasn't hard, because apparently Brandi had had a crush
on me too, like all the other girls.
So they had come to see me together. Sybil was sure I'd play
along. She knew me better than I knew myself, as it turned
out. She brought me other girls too, but that's another story for
another time.
What I didn't know, and didn't find out until years later, was that
after she left my bed, newly de-virginized, Brandi went back to Amber's
bedroom to share with all the girls how wonderful it had been.
Then, since she wasn't a virgin any more, she got curious about what a
bigger cock would feel like, so she tried out Alex after all. But
she made him wear a condom. She planned on having a white baby,
and was willing to take the chance that the first man in her might
claim her egg. But having a little brown baby would complicate
things, and her life was already going to be complicated enough.
Brandi may have been foolish. All of us were foolish in one sense
or another. The world at large just would never approve of what
any of us were doing. But Brandi was the first to actually get
pregnant. That's probably because she went home from that
sleepover and fucked her daddy as often and as many times as he could
perform. She was insatiable, according to Sybil. And
apparently he was in better shape than I was, because he eagerly
performed as often as he could, which was a lot. They even
did it in front of Sybil, and Brandi, while she was sitting on top of
Dave, impaled on his prick, said that Sybil deserved to have this much
fun too. Dave said he couldn't possibly take care of two
women. Sybil said she had someone else in mind anyway.
In the end, she told Dave she was in love with me.
It was an incredibly stupid and dangerous thing to do. She was
still seventeen. He was her legal guardian. But apparently
a man who is in the process of fucking his biological
daughter wasn't able to get too worked up about his foster daughter
wanting to do the same thing with another man his same age. And
he liked me.
That's when Sybil started spending more nights at my house than at her own.
Amber was next to need new pants. She waited until she was in the
middle of her senior year. Alex had been studying heating and
cooling at the Vo-Tech college in town, and had less than a year to go
before he took his exams and got his certification. She didn't
care if she had a swollen belly at graduation, and she was tired of
waiting. So she stopped taking the pill without telling either of
us. When she announced she had missed two periods, she was
sure it was Alex's baby, because he was the only one she slept with
during her most fertile time of the month. She never made me use
protection, but she knew when it was safe to sleep with Daddy.
I had a big house. I wasn't in a hurry for anybody to move
out. I wasn't stupid. Sybil hadn't applied at any
colleges. She was already working part time for a doctor, billing
insurance companies. Brandi had a beautiful little girl,
who only had one head and ten each fingers and toes. I found out
later they went to a doctor who ran some kind of special tests before she got pregnant, and determined the risk for complications was very low. They were much more serious and careful
about things than I had thought. But Sybil told her to go ahead
and make her room into a nursery, and just moved in with me.
I knew that when she graduated, Sybil wasn't going anywhere. I
had worried through that scenario several times, and finally spoke to
Sybil about it.
"I love you," she had said. "I don't want a younger man."
"What about a family?" I had asked.
"You managed to make Amber," she said. "That suggests you're capable of making another one or two."
She was also good at driving me to the edge during sex, by reminding me
that the pill didn't always work, and that I might be getting her
pregnant at that very second. Sometimes she warned me, say I'd
better not be getting her pregnant. But sometimes she urged me to breed her with twins.
So I played along, until I went to graduation. Alex sat beside
me. Amber wasn’t the slightest bit uncomfortable walking
across the stage with a six-month-old baby pushing her gown out in
front of her. She grinned and looked glorious. Sybil was
tall and beautiful. Alex turned to me.
"I need to figure out a way to marry Amber."
"I know," I said.
"Are you okay with that?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, simply.
At the end I watched as Sybil went and hugged her Uncle Dave.
Brandi was there with the baby, looking for all the world like any
other young mother. Sybil hugged all the people who had come to
see her graduate. Amber came to hug me and Alex, and the two of
them left to go celebrate. Eventually Sybil came my way, as I
knew she would.
"Congratulations," I said.
"Thank you," she said. "I'd like to stop taking the pill now, Bob."
There it was. Just like that.
"You'll have to marry me, of course," I said.
"Of course," she agreed. "I thought you'd never ask."
"I thought you'd never say yes," I suggested.
"Don't be silly," she said. "I've known I was going to marry you since the first time I ever saw you."
"Really?"
She took my arm. "Actually, I have a confession to make."
"A confession?"
"I actually stopped taking the pill a month ago."
I looked at her. She looked nervous.
"I wondered why you were extra horny lately," I said.
"Are you angry with me?" she asked.
"Will you really marry me?" I asked.
"Right this instant if we can," she said.
"Well, there are the blood tests, and the license to get and all that sort of thing. And I assume you want a big wedding."
"You assume wrong. I want somebody to say 'Sybil ... he's your
husband now, and you're his wife. Have fun.' Anything more
than that is just time wasted that we could be in bed."
"We have years to be in bed together," I said.
"Yes, but Brandi keeps crowing about how she's ahead."
"I see," I said.
"No, you don't. She's trying to get pregnant again. She's rubbing that in my face too."
"I wasn't aware it was a race," I said.
"You're a man. I forgive you. Shall we go?"
"Where to?" I asked. "Do you want to change first?"
"I'm not wearing anything under this gown," she said, calmly. "And I'm horny."
"So ... home?" I asked.
"As quickly as possible, please. I have to return this gown, and
I don't want to have to take it to the dry cleaner's first. I'm
soaking wet, so we need to get home quickly."
"Soaking wet? Why?" I asked.
She looked at me with huge eyes. "You proposed, silly."
"I didn't exactly propose."
"It sounded like a proposal to me. And you said I can have your baby."
I smiled. "I don't remember that part either."
"Can I have your baby, Bob?" Those gorgeous eyes were still pinned to mine.
I swallowed. "I'd be honored if you did," I said.
"See? I already knew all that. That's why I'm soaking wet." She beamed.
She tugged on my arm, rubbing her soft, naked breast against it as she pulled me toward the parking lot.
When we got home, Alex and Amber were in the living room. Their
clothes were strewn everywhere. He was lying on the carpet.
She was sitting on top of him, impaled. His hands were stroking
circles on her swollen abdomen. She was rocking on him.
When we came into the room, she looked up.
"Look what Alex gave me!" she squealed. She raised her left hand
and waved an engagement ring at us. It looked like an excellent
starter ring for a young couple.
"Already?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I've had it for a couple of months," said Alex. "She didn't know about it."
"Got an extra one lying around anywhere?" I asked. "I could use one of those myself."
There was a wet, slurping, sucking sound as my daughter rose from her
brother and lover, squealing. She hugged her friend first, and
then me, giving me a long, hot-lipped kiss. Alex stood, his
erection pointing upwards. Sybil unzipped her gown and parted it
to reveal big, soft breasts.
"Can I borrow Alex, Amber?" she asked. "I think I'm ovulating,
and I need something long and hard in me ... something like that." She
pointed at Alex's erection.
"No, you cannot borrow Alex," laughed Amber. She reached to feel
the front of my pants. I was hard. "My daddy has something
hard in his pants. Maybe you could use that."
Sybil looked dejected. "Oh ... all right. I suppose I could try that."
I pulled her toward my bedroom ... our bedroom.
Fifteen minutes later I panted "Are you really ovulating right now?"
"Yes!" she gasped.
I pushed hard. My cock pulsed, and then pulsed again, gushing the
rich mixture that would make me a father once again. I crushed my
mate beneath me, reveling in her lush curves and her ardent embrace.
As I rested, trading little kisses with the woman who would change my
whole life, I thought about the fact that I hadn't accessed my tumblr
library for months.
Of course ... why look at a picture ... when you have the real thing in your arms?
The End
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