The Gift by nightshadow

I love my father deeply. However, there was a time when I was worried that I was going to lose him forever to the most painful sort of depression. My mother had died a year earlier and while it was difficult for me to move past it, Dad didn't seem capable of doing so. He had been deeply in love with her and, when her life was taken in a horrible car accident, he took it so terribly hard. The other half of his soul had been snatched away from him in a blink, after all. I tried to be as supportive and helpful as possible during that year. I picked up the house, cooked, and generally did all of the chores that Mom used to do. Dad, though, simply wallowed in his mourning and lost himself in a long line of benders. Through all of it he had somehow managed to keep his job, but, at home, all of the fire had gone out of him. I did everything I could think of to try and bring him out of his shell, but nothing seemed to work. I mean, I was only 18 when she passed, so it's not like I had a lot of life experience to inform me on what to do. And only a year later, at the age of 19, I was no more informed than before. At some point I simply gave up and just held out hope that he'd crawl out of the hole of depression on his own. To some degree he had, but the man he'd become was a mere shadow of who he'd been before.

I put my own life in order by continuing my education at the local community college. I loved science, so I took some courses in genetics and biology along with a few basic classes. Fortunately, I didn't have to keep a job since, before her death, Mom had made some very smart financial investments early in her life that made us fairly wealthy- and Dad's income only helped to bolster our financial health. We're not Gates Foundation wealthy, but wealthy enough that even if Dad did lose his job, we wouldn't be hurting for several years to come. Our house and cars were paid for and my college fund was fat with lots of extra money left over on a monthly basis. As an only child, I tried my best not to let our wealth make me into a bitch or anything, but I think that was mostly due to how my parents raised me- always kind and helpful to those who were in need. That was pretty much our prevailing philosophy as a family: helping others is helping yourself. Waiting for the right opportunity to help my dad was a hard test in patience. That opportunity did finally arrive, however, in the most unexpected way.

I had just gotten back from shopping with some friends on a beautiful Spring day. The sun was out, the sky was clear and there was every good reason for just about anyone to be positively beaming with joy at the wonderful weather. When I put down my shopping bags just inside our foyer, though, the inside of our house seemed more like a mausoleum than a home. The lights were off and no one was there to greet me, even though I'd seen Dad's car in the garage. I called out to see if Dad was awake, but he didn't respond, so I figured that I should go check up on him and make sure that he hadn't slept the day away. I mean, geez, it was such a beautiful day! Why on Earth would anyone hide indoors on a day like that?

"Dad?" I called down the hallway that lead to his room. Still he didn't reply. As I got closer to his bedroom door, I could hear the muffled sounds of his TV. When I got directly to the door I was able to decipher those sounds and recognize them for what they were: Dad was watching porn. Again. He'd been doing that a lot lately. He just couldn't bring himself to start dating again, to go looking for a new mate, but a man, despite his depression, still has needs. In my father's case, his needs were met by proxy and his drinking had only made him sloppy about keeping it private. I'd found him in various states of undress a few times already, passed out while watching porn. Most of the stuff he found tended to star women who looked a bit like Mom, but sometimes it was just whatever tickled his fancy. Over the last few months I'd learned a lot more about my father's sexual interests than I'd ever wanted to know. Like, who wants to know that their father's favorite sexual position is doggy-style? But what could I do? Scolding him about it might embarrass him, which might cause him to withdraw from me further, and I certainly didn't want that.

I gently knocked on Dad's door to see if he was awake. Still no reply. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open quietly and was less than surprised at what I found. Sure enough, there was Dad, sprawled out on his bed, completely naked, with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a wash towel in the other. He was also blissfully passed out and oblivious to everything around him. Shaking my head, I moved towards the TV to shut it off.

"Oh, God, Daddy! You feel SO fucking good inside me! Fuck me, Daddy! FUCK ME!" the starlet on the television shouted gleefully. Glancing up at the screen, I could see that she looked a lot like Mom. Which also meant that she looked a lot like me, because I was damn near a clone of my mother when she was my age. I just stared dumbly at the screen for a minute as realization dawned on me: my father was jacking off to incest porn. This was the third time that week that I'd caught him like this, watching a porno with this particular daddy-daughter theme, but it looked like he'd finally found something that hit a little closer to home.

"Babygirl, you feel so fucking good!" the male actor told his "daughter" as he fucked her from behind. "Daddy's got a big load for you."

"Fuck, Daddy! Yes! Cum inside me! Cum inside me like you do with Mom!" the girl who had more than a passing resemblance to me cried out.

I shook my head as though snapping out of a trance and quickly hit the TV's power button. What had my father turned into? What kind of man had he become after Mom died? I totally got it that men need release, from time to time, but how had he changed so much in such a short period of time? For the last year I'd pretty much taken Mom's place in every way except one... and now it seemed that Dad might be looking for me to fill that other forbidden role, too.

"God, I miss my daddy," I muttered as I turned around to regard his passed-out form. "What happened to you?" As is perfectly natural, I guess, my eyes fell upon his spent cock as it lay flaccid against his cum-spattered thigh. Even when it was soft, Dad's cock looked to be pretty big. "Good Lord," I whispered in disbelief, "how in the hell did Mom handle that thi-" I stopped myself in mid-sentence. I mean, holy shit, what the hell was I saying?! That was my father! "Snap out of it, Nat! Just... let's just leave the man in peace, okay?"

I went to the bed, focusing my attention on the towel in his hand, and carefully took it from him. He didn't even stir. The towel was... stiff in some parts. Dear God, I was holding my father's cum-rag that was stiff with his dried semen. Trying to take the high road, I prepared to gently drape the well-used towel over my father's large cock and deliberately ignored the fact that there was still a small amount of pearly-white seed flowing from his bulbous cockhead. I was no blushing virgin; I'd seen male plumbing before, but I have to admit: Dad's cock was practically a work of art! I stared at it in awe for a moment before I got myself together and covered it with the towel.

As I started to leave Dad's room, I caught a glimpse of myself in Mom's old vanity mirror. I was wearing a thin summer dress and my long, brown hair was hanging softly over my shoulders. My cheeks were slightly flushed, too, but I tried to ignore that even as I realized something: that girl in the porno could almost be my twin! We had the same large breasts (mine had smaller areolas), the same curvy hips, our tiny-looking pussies were both completely bald, the same toned thighs and arms. Yeah, I finally admitted to myself, Dad was definitely masturbating to the fantasy of having sex with me. Or maybe it was just an analog of Mom when she was young that he was jacking off to. I don't really know. And I wasn't sure how I felt about it just yet. I gave my sleeping, naked, cum-spent father one more long look and then quietly walked out of his room, pulling the door closed behind me. When the door closed a bit louder than I'd intended, I cringed.

Dad's voice immediately came from inside his room. "Natalie?" he said sluggishly. "Is that you?"

I took a deep, calming breath. "Yeah, Dad. It's me. I just got back from shopping with some friends. I'm gonna go take a dip in the pool and then make dinner. Come out whenever you're ready."

"Okay," he said softly and then said nothing more, presumably so that he could continue to sleep.

----

While I changed into my bikini in my bedroom, I found myself looking at my reflection in my bedroom mirror once more. I was naked as a jaybird and turning this way and that, eyeing my curves critically. Were we really that similar, that porn actress and I? Maybe my butt rode a little higher and was a little smaller (it was hard to tell with having only seen her on the TV screen for a moment or two), but the resemblance was indeed hard to ignore. I just couldn't believe Dad was watching that. Was he really thinking about me, his own daughter, in a sexual way? I couldn't wrap my mind around that possibility. It had to be Mom he was thinking of. But, a small part of my mind insisted: what if it wasn't? I mean, he had been watching a lot of incest-related porn lately. Maybe me doing so much around the house was causing him to transfer his feelings for Mom onto me. I was no psychology major, but that did sort of make sense. Should I discourage it or should I just let it slide and wait for him to get it out of his system? If I waited, how long would that take?

I just didn't have the answers to those questions. All I could do was rely on my instincts and hope for the best. I knew my father well enough to be certain that he would never cross a line uninvited, that was for sure. He was a loving, gentle person. Even when he was drunk, he never got mad or lost control. He just... wallowed in his self-pity, more than anything. Sometimes he'd stare at the TV for hours on end or spend the night surfing on the 'net. A few times I'd heard him quietly sobbing through his bedroom door. It broke my heart to see my father so crushed by Mom's absence, which is part of why I worked so hard to do the things she did. In his current state I seriously doubted that Dad would work up the energy to do it himself. Besides which, I love him. What kind of daughter would I be if I just did nothing while my father slowly fell to pieces? That wasn't how I'd been raised, after all. "Helping others is a gift to yourself," Mom always said.

I put those thoughts aside and got my bikini on. Once I was out in the pool, after swimming for a few minutes, I did notice something odd, though. When I glanced up at Dad's bedroom window, I noticed that he was watching me from it. He wasn't jacking off or doing anything perverted like that. He was just watching me. When he saw me looking up at him he gave me a soft smile and waved before receding back into his room after I waved back. It was a rare thing to see him smile and I would've done anything to see it more.

----

Later that night, as I was getting finished with cooking dinner, Dad came into the dining room wearing his normal attire of sweat pants and a t-shirt and sat quietly at his normal place. He remained quiet as I piled some spaghetti on his plate and brought it to him, having made a plate for myself already. When I set the plate down, he looked up at me with this peculiar expression on his face. "Sweetheart, about earlier today... I noticed that someone had covered me up while I was passed out. I... I'm guessing it was you. I'm really sorry you had to see me like that."

"It's okay, Daddy," I said. "I'm a big girl now and I know what men do to relieve themselves. It's perfectly natural. Just eat your dinner. Maybe later we'll watch a movie later or something."

He shook his head. "Thanks, Sweetheart, but.. well... I just.. I need to explain something to you-"

I gently placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Dad, you don't need to explain anything. I get it. You miss Mom. I miss her, too."

Dad shook his head more emphatically. "No, you don't understand, Natalie. It's not just that. As you know, this weekend will be the anniversary of her death. I've taken some time off from work to just, well... deal with it. I've had a lot of stuff bottled up lately and I need to tell you a few things that you didn't know."

Seeing the look of seriousness on his face, I took a seat close to him and gave him my undivided attention. "What is it, Daddy?"

My father took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly. After a moment of steeling his nerves, he said, "Well... it's not just going to be the anniversary of your mother's death. You see.. the day before she died we learned that she was pregnant. We hadn't told you about it yet and, when she died, I just couldn't bear to put you through more pain and loss. So I kept it a secret."

I let out a gasp of surprise at hearing this. "What? Oh, Dad! That's... oh, I'm so sorry, Daddy! I had no idea! I knew something was bothering you, aside from missing Mom, I mean, but... oh, you poor, poor man! All this time you've been carrying that around with you?"

"I know I should have told you, Sweetheart," he said solemnly, "but I just couldn't stand to..."

I smiled at him sweetly and tried my best to let my feelings of love and compassion be evident. "It's okay, Dad. I forgive you completely. You were only trying to protect me. I totally understand."

Dad took a deep breath of relief and closed his eyes. Then he looked down sorrowfully at his hands and said, "The hell of it was that I was REALLY looking forward to being a father again. Your mom and I had been trying for a long time, y'know? And when we finally got the news that she'd caught, we were just so damned excited. But now... now all of that is lost." I could see the tears in his eyes and my heart damn near broke into a million pieces. That was the one piece of the puzzle I'd been missing. I had no idea that Mom was pregnant when she died, but now that I knew, everything made a lot more sense about why Dad was so despondent.

Oh, my aching heart! What could I do to help put him back together? My mind began to whirl with ideas, thoughts and solutions.

"Oh, don't say that, Dad! You're not exactly over the hill, you know. You could meet someone and still be a father again."

Dad was already shaking his head, immediately rejecting that idea. "No. It just... it wouldn't be the same, Natalie. Your mother... she was something special, Sweetheart. More than you can possibly know. And you look so much like her, more and more every day, that it's just... I couldn't fall in love with some other woman and have another child, Natalie. I couldn't do it and look you in the eye. I'd feel like I'd, I dunno, cheated or something. She was the perfect mate for me and you... you're our perfect combination, the best parts of both of us. I just couldn't, not with someone who isn't her."

I frowned slightly at that with deep compassion. "I... I understand, Daddy. I do. I just hope that, someday, you'll be able to get past it."

"So do I, honey," he said with a small, wan smile. "So do I. There's just not another woman on the planet like her."

"Except for me, that is," I added. Dad glanced up at me with a curious look. We stared at each other for a moment, my mind still spinning with ideas. Suddenly, like a grenade exploding in my mind, one thought leapt to the surface. "Maybe... maybe the solution... Dad, I don't like seeing you in pain like this. It's not fair. You deserve better. Mom was taken from us, but..."

"But what?"

I steeled myself for what I was about to say. "...but a part of her is still alive, in a way."

"Natalie, what in the world are you talking about?"

"Me, Dad," I said. The look of confusion didn't leave his face, so I continued. "I'm still here. And I'm half mom. Maybe if we did artificial insemination or something.. maybe get a surrogate mother? My egg, your sperm- at least SOME of Mom would be in there. I mean, it's Spring time! What better time of year to start a new life than now, right?"

Dad's jaw dropped in stunned shock. "Are you kidding me? Natalie, for one thing, that's an expensive procedure. It'd cost money that neither of us has. I mean, we're far from broke, but I just couldn't justify the expenditure. For another, what about two-headed babies? You might be half of your mother, but you're half of me, too!"

"Look, Dad, I know a thing or two about genetics. Yeah, I'm only into a few semesters, but I've learned a lot about that stuff already. Do you realize that the whole two-headed baby thing is really just a myth? Statistically speaking, we'd stand a better chance of winning the lottery than having a defective baby. Hell, a normal couple stands a greater chance of producing a baby with Down's Syndrome! Neither of us has any genetic defects, so, if anything, we'd stand a BETTER chance of making a perfectly healthy baby."

"That may be, Sweetheart," he said calmly. "But we STILL couldn't afford it and, even if we could, I'm not sure we could find a doctor in the state who'd be willing to try. Society alone would raise hell over it."

"No one would have to know that the egg is mine, Dad," I countered, warming up to the argument. Okay, it wasn't an argument. More like a debate, but I was feeling more invested in the idea as the moments passed. If Dad was depressed about being deprived of his second chance at fatherhood, maybe I could help.

Dad gave me an incredulous look. "Really? Whoever does the extraction would know. And whoever was assisting that person would know. And they'd probably have to do a genetic test of some kind in the lab. It's just- no, Natalie. It wouldn't work."

Suddenly an idea burst forward and I spit it out, almost without even realizing that it was me who said it. "Well how about doing it the old fashioned way, then?"

If Dad was surprised at the first suggestion, he was downright floored at the second. "WHAT?!"

"Oh, come on, Dad. Look- you're my father and I love you. Your last chance at being a father was taken from you. It was nobody's fault, but it happened. You've done so much for me all my life. Just once I'd like to do something for you."

Dad shook his head in denial. "Bearing my child wasn't in the cards, Natalie. You're my DAUGHTER. Fathers and daughters don't DO that kind of thing!"

"You'd be surprised," I muttered before I could stop myself. I had a couple of friends who, in complete confidence, had confessed that they regularly had sex with their family members. One slept with her brother and the other was fucking her father with her mother's blessing. But that was their business and I wasn't about to break my promise of secrecy, even if it was Daddy that I'd be telling.

Dad stared at me coldly. "What?"

I waved it off. "Nothing, Dad. Just... look, just forget it, okay? Or don't. I don't know. The offer's there if you want it. I know nothing would make you happier than to be a father again and if I can help make that happen, that would make ME happy." Which was all true as far as it went. But the real truth was that, after having seen the kind of porn my father was watching lately, most especially that day's sample, I had a sneaking suspicion that Dad was actively looking for reasons not to agree to the idea because he felt ashamed for secretly wanting it. Who could blame him? It can't be easy for any loving father to tell his daughter that he wants to breed her, even if she openly says that she isn't opposed to the idea! And, frankly, I'd already made up my mind. I wouldn't force it on him, but if he wanted me, I wasn't going to turn him away. I mean, if I could accept that two of my friends were committing incest, why couldn't I accept the possibility for myself? 

"But..." Dad floundered for the words and all that came out was, "You. Are. My. Daughter!"

As snappy comebacks go, that was definitely lame. Not even in the running, really. His resolve, I realized, was starting to corrode and I found myself somewhat invested in- what? Convincing my father to breed me? Or was I just playing Devil's Advocate for the thrill of it? The lines in my own mind were blurring so fast that I couldn't keep up, so I just charged ahead and said whatever came to mind, hoping that what came out with be my honest truth. "No, Dad. I mean, yes, I AM your daughter. But I am also a fertile young woman, capable of bearing a child and I'd cheerfully do so... for you. Since Mom isn't here, and I'm the next best thing to her, all I can do is at least make the offer. The rest is up to you." I pointed at his plate of spaghetti. "Your dinner's getting cold, Daddy."

With that, I just stood up and left the room, grabbing my own plate as I walked away, and headed straight for my bedroom. I could feel my father's eyes watching me in stunned silence as I left and felt a soft tingle in my pussy as I realized that he was actually staring at my ass. What the hell had I just done?

----

After finishing my own plate of spaghetti in my room, I tried to relax by reading a book. I loved my father, but I didn't really want to be around him just then. At the same time, though, I did. I wanted to continue our discussion and find out where his head was at with the whole thing. But I knew that, if I pried, he'd just clam up and get stubborn. Whatever his true feelings were on the subject, he'd have to work them out on his own. Meanwhile, though, I was getting more and more aroused at the idea. I was also getting confused. My head was screaming at me about Society's rules while my heart was beating the drum of love for my father. And thinking of my father, making him happy, naturally took my mind, against its will almost, towards thoughts of sexual happiness. After having seen the weapon he hides in his pants, it was difficult to NOT think about it, about him. I'd slept with a few boys my own age before, so I knew what a penis looked like. Or, rather, what they should look like. Dad's was a monster compared to the ones attached to the boys I'd been with previously. Even when it was spent and useless, it looked like it would fill every part of me. I could only imagine how impressive it was when it was at full mast.

At first I felt a little weird and guilty that I was seriously objectifying my father's cock, the same one that had helped to give me life. But, after awhile, the fact of our biological relationship had become a footnote that merely underscored my curiosity and, yes, lust. I wanted, more and more, to feel that huge tool sliding in my depths, if only to know how it felt. A few of my girlfriends had enjoyed the experience of a large cock and they all uniformly raved about how complete it made them feel. Dammit, I wanted to feel that complete, too! And there I was, living under the same roof with a man that I adored and loved deeply, who was also endowed with a cock that would make all of my girlfriends drool with envy. That Dad is handsome didn't hurt matters any- every single female friend I had regularly reminded me of how hot Dad is. I never admitted as much to any of them, but I didn't disagree. If Dad wanted, if he wasn't still so heartbroken over Mom's death, he could pretty much have any woman he wanted, young or old. And, now, that included me. I can't decide if I was shocked or overjoyed when I finally admitted to myself that being impregnated by my own father was something that I wanted as much for myself as I wanted it for him. Shocked or overjoyed... but, to my amazement, I felt no guilt at the prospect.

And so it was, with my guilt pushed to the backburner and my lust blazing at the fore, I put my book aside and started to masturbate, thinking about my father. I won't go over the details of my masturbatory session- that's all pretty self-explanatory- but I found it remarkable that I got my cum much quicker than usual. Maybe it was the fact that it was a new fantasy or that there was the forbidden fruit element to it, I don't know, but once my motor got running with the mental image of my father trying to breed me, it was like my lust went into overdrive and just took over everything. Not only did my orgasm come on quicker than ever before, but it had totally consumed me. It took every ounce of self control to not scream out "DADDY!" as I reached my peak, but I somehow managed it. If I hadn't, Dad would most definitely have come bursting through my bedroom door in a panic only to find me lustfully begging him to do what I could only fantasize about. With a mastubatory orgasm of that magnitude, I decided that the fantasy of my father breeding me definitely had an addictive quality- I could get used to feeling that good after jilling off!

When my orgasm finally abated, I stripped off my newly-cum-drenched clothing and replaced it with a simple t-shirt. Of course, and the irony of this wasn't lost on me, the shirt happened to be one of Dad's that I had stolen months before and claimed for myself. After several washings his scent had long-since disappeared from the shirt, but there was a sort of kinky knowledge that I was actually wearing HIS shirt after having just cum while thinking about him fucking me. Before I got myself all hot and bothered again, I got back into the book I'd been reading earlier and just tried to forget about life for awhile.

About an hour later, Dad knocked softly on my door. "Natalie? You in there?"

I was still in the t-shirt, with nothing else on underneath, but otherwise decent. I put the book down. "Yeah, Dad. Come on in."

Dad opened the door and approached my bed. He just stared at me silently for a few seconds, so I silently waited for him to speak. After all, he was the one knocking on my door, right?

Finally he said, "I've given some thought to your... offer."

I felt one delicate eyebrow drift up on my forehead. "...and?"

My father drew in his breath and then said, "If we do this, I'm going to need to get REAL drunk."

Well! That was the LAST thing I wanted! Dad had been hitting the sauce a little TOO much over the last year. Adding more was the exact opposite direction I wanted to go in. So I laughed lightly. "No you aren't, Daddy. Besides, if you get drunk, wouldn't that just ruin things? I mean, I know you're not OLD-old, but at your age, drinking before sex isn't very smart, is it? You might not be able to even get it up."

Dad held his hand over his eyes in embarrassment at even having this discussion. "You're taking this a lot better than I expected," he said with his eyes still covered.

"Of course I am, silly," I replied. "It was MY idea in the first place!"

Dad dropped his hand and looked at me with naked mortification. "But you don't have to be so RELAXED about it! I mean, I'm your father, for Christ's sake!"

I gave him a reproachful look. "Daddy... you're more than just my father, okay? You're a handsome man, too. All of my friends tell me all the time how sexy you are, how they'd jump you in a heartbeat if they could. I can't say that I disagree with them, objectively speaking. You're my Dad, yeah, but you're hot. And it's only sex."

"Sex with the intent of getting you pregnant. By ME," he emphasized. "I... still think I'd need a lot of liquid courage for this... arrangement."

I sat upright suddenly. "Not on your life, Daddy! When we do it, I want you to be completely aware of what's happening. No passing out on top of me in a drunken stupor, thankyouverymuch! The last thing I want is for you to cum inside of me and then pass out with me under you, in the middle of the wet spot."

"Geez, Natalie!" he gasped. "Do you HAVE to put it like that?"

"Dad, the sooner you get hip to the fact that I'm not a little girl anymore, the better off we'll both be. I'm only 19, but I'm still a woman. Look- I've HAD sex, okay? We both know it. I'm in college and pretty much taking care of everything around the house. I'm grown up now, Daddy. And this is a VERY grown-up kind of thing we're talking about, isn't it?"

"But you don't have to be so brazen about it, Sweetheart. I'm having a hard enough time coming to grips with this on my own without worrying about how it might screw your head up, too!"

"Like I said, Dad," I replied with a shrug, "it was MY idea to begin with. I've made my decision to do anything I can to make you happy. Even if that means having sex with you, letting you impregnate me and bearing your next child. I know exactly what I'm doing here and I'm completely, totally, one-hundred-percent okay with it." With just a fraction of a second's worth of pause, I searched myself within and discovered that every word of that was absolutely true. I was thrilled at the prospect of letting my father get me pregnant! I had broken up with my last boyfriend three months before and had quit taking my birth control since I wasn't having sex. And Mom came from a long line of extremely fertile women- there was every good chance that Dad would knock me up on the first attempt and I was more than ready to help him try!

Dad fixed me with a skeptical expression. "...really?"

"Really," I said with a nod. "Believe me, Dad, I've given it a lot of thought. I really and truly am okay with this. But only if you are and only with you. I wouldn't want to make a baby with anyone else right now. But with you? Well, I've already seen how good a father you can be."

Dad took a deep, calming breath. "Okay. In that case.. I can't believe I'm about to say this... but, in that case, when you know you're ovulating, let me know and we... we'll see what happens."

"Deal," I said without missing a beat. I then got up on my knees and gave my father a quick peck on the cheek. As he started to leave, though, I stopped him. "Daddy?" He turned around and looked at me quizzically. I pulled my t-shirt off in one, swift motion, exposing my naked body to him. I wondered, for a split-second, if he appreciated just how much I looked like that porn actress after all. "Guess who's ovulating?"

My father's jaw dropped open in surprised yet again. "NOW?" he said with disbelief. And I'm sure that the disbelief was genuine, but he didn't take is eyes off my nude form even to blink. My father knows a good thing when he sees it!

I simply nodded, feeling the ringlets of my brown hair dance across my shoulders and breasts, enjoying the tickling sensation of it. "My period ended five days ago, Daddy. And I haven't taken any birth control since Jeff and I broke up. I'm as fertile as a turtle, as Mom would say. Come to your little girl, Daddy, and let's make a baby!"

Dad's reaction was immediate. I could see the tent forming in his sweat pants and it was growing faster with each passing second. The inner debate that he was having was writ large on his face, which contorted and twisted with each thought. The struggle within must have been difficult indeed, but ultimately futile. Dad is, after all, a man. And what man could refuse a beautiful, nubile young woman pointedly asking him to breed her? My father certainly couldn't. What for all of his misgivings and protests and concerns, his lust had prevailed and he pulled off his own t-shirt swiftly. The look of sexual hunger and lust in his eyes was unmistakable. This man, whoever he was, was not my daddy anymore. But he wasn't the wreck of a man I'd been living with for the previous year, either. This man, with whom I shared a genetic bond, was suddenly an animal driven by lust and pent-up frustration and he could no more help himself than a raging, rutting bull.

He got closer to my bed, his fingers hooked in the elastic band of his sweat pants and boxer briefs, and he said, "Sweetheart, this is your last chance to change your mind. I haven't had sex since your mother died and even though I'm your father, I DO have my limits. If we go down this path, we can't come back from it. Are you SURE you're ready for this?"

I looked up at him with big, round eyes. "What?" I asked. "For you to impregnate me? To feel your sperm swimming around inside my body, trying to fertilize my eggs?" I flipped over and got onto my hands and knees, showing him my wet and swollen pussy, and looked over my shoulder at him. "Dad, I'm so ready for this that I don't even need any foreplay."

And that, as they say, was the straw that broke the camel's back. My father's resolve crumbled like a house of cards. In one, swift motion he pushed his sweat pants and underwear down to his ankles, grabbed his extremely hard cock with one hand and crooked his other hand under my hip. I continued to watch his face as he looked down at my small, waiting pussy and rubbed the head of his swollen penis against my opening. Without waiting another second, he slowly slid his large babymaker inside the folds of my drenched pussylips and buried himself as deeply inside of me as he could.

The feeling of my father's monster cock pushing deep into me was beyond thrilling! I felt every inch of his long, thick shaft as his cockhead plunged down my canal, stretching me as I'd never been before. Even though it took only a few seconds before his pelvis met my ass cheeks, it seemed like it took forever. And when our bodies finally did meet, I could feel his hardness penetrate so deeply in my body that my cervical ring barely stood as a barrier against his invasion. My body shuddered in response to the sensation of him being seated directly inside my womb, the place where his life-giving seed, the very seed that had created ME, would be planted and our baby would soon grow. Oh, what a delicious thought that was! My father was going to create life anew in his only daughter!

I let out a long, low moan of pleasure as he stayed motionless inside me for a moment, letting me adjust to his length and girth. "Ohhhhh, yesssss!" I hissed pleasurably.

"Oh, fuck, Natalie!" he gasped. "You're so fucking tight!"

"That's right, Daddy," I replied as my hips tentatively wiggled. I could feel his bulging cockhead shift around inside my womb when I did that and we both shuddered at the feeling of it. "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours and don't stop until you cum as deep inside me as you can!"

Dad smiled wolfishly at me and then refocused his gaze on the place where we were joined. "I can't believe I'm fucking my little girl." He slowly withdrew his cock until only the head of it was buried inside me.

"Believe it, Daddy," I purred as I crossed my arms on the bedspread and laid my head down on them, crushing my heaving breasts against the fabric and pushing my ass higher into the air. "You're not only going to fuck me, you're going to give me your baby. You're going to shoot your sperm deep inside me and get your daughter pregnant. Mom was taken from us, Dad, but I'm not going anywhere. If it'll make you happy, believe me, I'll give you as many babies as we can handle. You gave me life; now it's time to plant another life inside me!" With that, I pushed myself back onto his fat cock until my ass once again was pressed up against his thighs.

"Fffffuck," my father hissed. He didn't say much more as he took control of the situation and started to fuck my body in earnest. With both hands holding tightly onto my hips, Daddy thrust in and out of my pussy like a man possessed of a single purpose. For several long moments, I luxuriated in the feelings of his huge member as it ravaged my deepest core again and again.

"God, Daddy," I shouted out as his pace increased. "You're fucking me so good! Tell me when you're ready to cum, Daddy. Tell me when you're ready to knock your little girl up so that I can cum with you!"

My father's thrusts became more insistent with the passing of every moment. His thighs started to slap into the backs of mine while the crescendo grew to a fever pitch. After a few more minutes of pummeling my cum-hungry pussy, he gasped out, "Natalie, I'm about to cum!"

"So am I, Daddy!" I said breathlessly. I pushed myself up on my hands, my breasts and nipples already over stimulated from brushing back and forth on my bed cover, and looked back him once again. "Do it! Cum inside me, Daddy. Fill me with your cum and get me pregnant!"

Dad pushed in one last time, as far as he could get inside of me. I felt his cockhead once again force its way past my cervix even as it started to swell with its impending release. Suddenly Dad stiffened and let out a strangled cry of victory as his sperm was injected in my deepest chasm. He shook and thrummed with each volley of cum that was launched into my womb and I gasped as I felt each hot slug splash against my uterine walls. My father scalded me with his cum, his hips bucking repeatedly, until he finally slumped over my back. His breath was hot and heavy as it fell on my neck.

We stayed like that for several seconds, just catching our breath, until I felt him stir again. His strength regained, he slowly pulled his long cock out of my cum-filled pussy and sat back on his haunches. I quickly turned over and looked at him while spreading my thighs. Both our eyes drifted down to where we'd both been joined and we watched as a massive amount of his cum started to drool out of my rosy pussy.

"Jesus, Daddy!" I exclaimed. "Look at all this cum! Even after earlier today, you were still backed up, weren't you?"

My father stared in wonder at the evidence of our coupling. "I can't believe we just did this," he said quietly

I giggled at that. "Believe it, Daddy. And if it doesn't take this time, we'll keep trying. I'll be good to go for at least another day, maybe two!" I glanced down at my pussy once again. "Go, little guys! Go! Find my egg!"

Apparently that was more than my father could handle any more. "Aw, geez," he said as he started to get up off my bed like he'd been struck by a cattle prod. "I... I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Okay," I said, my sex-crazed eyes still affixed to the mess between my thighs. I leaned back and arched my hips upward, hoping that the new position would prevent any more of my father's cum from leaking out. "I'm just gonna stay here and let it all soak in for awhile." As he started to leave the room, I called after him. "Hey, Daddy? I love you!"

Dad just stood there and stared at me for a long second before he said, "I... I love you, too, Natalie. God help me, I love you, too."

----

The next morning I woke up alone in my bed feeling very well-rested. I hadn't slept that well in ages, it seemed. As my dream-addled mind caught up with the rest of me, I remembered what had happened between my father and I the night before. I was a little disappointed that, after his shower, he hadn't come back, but since I was already asleep by then, I guess it was okay. He probably just didn't want to disturb me and needed to come to grips with what we'd done on his own. I'd heard of post-coital guilt, but I figured that, like any kind of guilt, it would have to be something he came to terms with in his own time. I made my way into my bathroom and, before doing anything else, pulled out a home-pregnancy test kit from under the sink. Any sane teenage girl, whether she's on birth control or not, should have one at the ready, just in case. After a few minutes of going through the prescribed ritual dictated by the kit's instruction booklet, I quickly learned that last night's romp with my father hadn't been as successful as I would've liked.

Oh well, I reasoned to myself. Can't say that I didn't enjoy it. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again!

I didn't even bother to get dressed as I went downstairs to join my father, who I could hear was already moving around in the kitchen. Sure enough, I found him at the sink, washing last night's dishes. He looked so cute in his boxers and t-shirt. I snuck up behind him and, without giving him any kind of warning, wrapped my arms lovingly around his broad chest. "Good morning, Daddy!" I cooed into his ear.

 Dad stiffened when he felt me embrace him and accidentally dropped a plate (it didn't break, thankfully), but he relaxed when he heard my voice. "Natalie! Hi! Uhm...good morning. How are you, uhm, feeling?"

"I'm feeling great, Daddy, thank you," I told him. "I haven't slept like that in a long while."

Dad was still putting off those awkward vibes. "That's... yeah, uhm, that's good."

I stepped away from him and crossed my arms under my large, naked breasts. "Look, Dad, you don't have to be all weird and stuff, okay?"

Dad turned around and, when he saw that I was standing naked in front of him, paused for a moment to let that sink in. "You... you're really okay with... with last night? With what I did to you?"

"I told you," I answered with a shrug. "I'm perfectly fine with it. It was wonderful. YOU were wonderful. And you didn't do anything TO me. I encouraged you to let me help you be happy. Did YOU sleep okay?"

"I have to admit, yes, I slept like a baby for the first time in... God, I don't know how long. Not since..."

"Not since before Mom died. I know. It's okay, Daddy. You didn't break me or anything. I'm still your little girl." I gave him a hug, pressing my soft tits against his chest and said into his ear, "And still not pregnant."

Dad pulled back from the hug. "You- oh."

"I took a home-pregnancy test a few minutes ago," I told him. "It came up negative."

"I... see..." Yep, that's my dad. The brilliant conversationalist.

"So... I woke up and heard you down here, and I figured I'd see what you're up to. After taking a shower, of course. It took forever to get all of your cum from last night out of my pussy, by the way. And I'm gonna have to wash my sheets soon. So what're you doin' today?"

Dad's cheeks flushed when I mentioned his cum. "Me? Oh. Uhm. Just, y'know, doing the dishes. From last night. And stuff."

I smirked at him playfully, already feeling my arousal for this wonderful, goofy man I called father start to grow. Even when he was being bashful, it was hard to resist him! "I can see that," I said. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"N-no, nothing yet. You hungry? I could make-"

"Maybe in a little bit," I said, cutting him off and stepping closer to him. "I was thinking, maybe, we could take another crack at it."

"Yeah, but- now?"

"Absolutely!" I replied with an emphatic nod. "I'm not going to be ovulating forever, Daddy. We might be able to do it one or two more times before... well, before any other attempts would just be practice. But I could live with some practice, too."

"But NOW? HERE?"

I started kissing the underside of his jawline and caressed his chest and arms seductively. "No time like the present, right? To be honest, it was the first thing I thought of this morning when I woke up." I got down on my knees and pulled my father's already-hardening cock out, stroking it softly. As I lavished my attention to the same penis that made me, it became firmer as I started to kiss along the shaft. "Mmmmm... just thinking about it... it felt wonderful, you know, Daddy. Feeling you cum inside me, trying to make me pregnant. At first I was just going to be doing it for you, to make you happy, but now... I think, now, I might want it more than you do."

"No. No! I- I definitely want it, Sweetheart," my father protested as he looked down at me starting to give him a blowjob. "It's still just taking a bit of getting used to. That's all. I mean, yesterday you were just my beautiful little girl, but last night... and now, you're..."

I pulled my lips off his cock with a soft pop and said, "So you liked it last night, Daddy? [suck] You liked filling your little girl's pussy full of your sperm? [suck] Trying to knock her up? [suck] Trying to plant a little brother or sister inside of me?"

Dad's eyes practically rolled into the back of his head as the sensations I gave him and the words I uttered pounded into his brain. "Jesus Christ, Natalie! You're killing me! Where- where did you get all of this from?"

Once again releasing his cock from my mouth, I said, "Yesterday, when you were passed out after jacking off, I happened to notice the porn you were watching, Daddy. The woman on the screen, she looked an awful lot like me."

"Your mother," Dad protested weakly. "She... she looks like your mother."

I downgraded my treatment of his cock to a handjob and gave him a skeptical look. "Mom was 34, Dad. That girl on the screen? She barely looked 18. And I'm 19."

Dad's breathing got heavier. "She was... the closest match to your mother that I could find," he said lamely.

"So why was she screaming for her daddy to fuck her? I mean, that IS what she was saying, wasn't it? Like, 'Fuck me, Daddy! Oh, God, your cock feels so good! Fuck me till you cum, Daddy!' Like that? Like I was saying last night?"

My father was at a loss for words. "I..."

I let go of my father's cock, stood, turned around and bent over the chopping block. When I was in the ideal position for him to take me right then and there, I pulled one of my ass cheeks aside and looked back at him. "Would you like that, Daddy? Would you like me to scream out for you as you fill my pussy with your sperm again?"

Dad was visibly flustered and looked helpless to make a coherent decision about anything, let alone string together enough words to make a full sentence. "Natalie, I- I just-"

"Come on, Daddy," I interrupted encouragingly. "I'm waiting for you. Don't you want to fuck your little girl, Daddy? Please? I want you to. I want you to get your big, fat cock and bury it inside me from behind. I want you fuck me, Daddy. I want my father's thick cock to spew as much babybatter into me as possible. I WANT you to get me pregnant, Daddy."

The look of unrestrained lust suddenly blazed to life in my father's eyes and he shoved his shorts down around his ankles all the way. He made a fist around his cock and aimed it at my exposed pussy while pushing the small of my back flat with his other hand. "Oh, fuck it! Okay, Sweetheart! Daddy's gonna get you pregnant if it's the last thing I do!"

He didn't make me wait as he plunged his thickness into me. With an almost primal growl, he said, "Is this what you wanted, Sweetheart?"

"Yes!" I cried out. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your baby into me!"

He pounded me mercilessly from behind for minutes on end and the only sound in the kitchen was that of our flesh frantically slapping together. "I'm getting close, Natalie," he warned me. "Daddy's going to cum inside you again and I've got a big load saved up from last night!"

Hearing that almost sent me over the edge of erotic bliss and I howled with the sinful delight of it. "I want it, Daddy!" I told him as I desperately pushed back at his thrusting hips. "Fill me with your seed!"

"Your wish-" he grunted loudly, "Is my command!" He pushed forcefully into my small, teenage pussy once more as far as he could go and I felt his cock expand inside me. We both froze as jets of his babybatter flooded my inner chamber over and over again, each blast of his virile, incestuous sperm coming to rest within my body. When he was done, he fell back against the sink counter and breathed heavily.

"Oh, my God. I can't believe... that was.."

I turned around on shaky legs and we both watched as my father's cum oozed out of me. "Spectacular," I said for him. I looked up at my daddy's flushed, sweaty face and smiled. "We'll give it a few hours to settle in, see if it takes root. If it doesn't... well... there's always lunchtime." I leaned over to him and kissed my father full on the lips for the first time as his lover. The taste of him was strong on my lips and our tongues danced around the taboo expression of love and lust. When our lips parted, I breathlessly told him, "I love you, Daddy." Then I scampered away to my bedroom, where I expected to lay back on my bed with my hips held high in the air once more, hoping that the seed he'd planted within my womb would indeed take root.

----

Later that day, long after I'd gotten a real breakfast and had made my bed, I once again broke out my test kit. I had two more packets left in the box and hoped that I'd be able to put them to good use before the day was out. Unfortunately, our second attempt didn't work, either. Oh, well. You know what they say about the third time: it's a charm, right?

I'd spent the entire morning naked and, I have to say, it was liberating. Now that we were having sex and trying to make a baby, I didn't see any reason in being clothed when I was at home alone with my father. I mean, what would be the point? Until I got pregnant, I wanted to make sure that I was ready for Dad at any moment, even if he might need some coaxing every now and then. With my ovulation cycle so close to ending, every second counted and time spent in getting undressed was time lost.

I went downstairs and found Dad in the living room, watching sports on TV. I walked boldly into the room, still naked, and sat down next to him in such a way that he'd have to be blind to ignore me. "Hello, Daddy! I got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

My father sighed deeply, but his eyes were already drinking my nakedness in wolfishly. I found it remarkable that, in so short a time, he seemed to be getting used to the idea of seeing me naked around the house. "I always prefer to get the bad news out of the way first, Sweetheart. You know that. So hit me."

I gently patted my tummy. "I'm STILL not pregnant."

"...okay," my father said carefully. "So what's the good news?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure that I've got at least another few hours before my ovulation cycle is over. Wanna see if the third time 'round is the winner?" I gave him a hopeful, playful look and smiled sweetly at him.

Dad, as usual, was caught by surprise at my timing. "Now? But I just sat down to-"

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, Daddy. It's now or we'll have to wait until next month. Although, if this one doesn't take, we can have a lot of fun getting some practice in..."

"Uhm, Natalie... about this 'practice' you keep mentioning... are you sure that's such a good idea? I mean, I get it when you're ovulating. But... I just don't know if we should be doing this-"

I cut him off again and fixed him with a stern look. "Daddy. Really? Are you going to sit there and honestly tell me that you DON'T enjoy fucking me? HONESTLY?"

"Well that's just it, honey," he answered plaintively. "I DO like fucking you! I'm afraid that I might like it TOO much!"

"I'm not," I said simply.

"Not liking it?"

"No, silly!" I said with exasperation. "I'm not afraid of you liking it too much! I'M having a blast! This whole incest thing... I didn't know just how exciting it could be until we tried it. I have a couple of friends who've done it and they swear by it... but, WOW, did they understate things! Having sex with my handsome, loving father is out of this world! Best sex I've EVER had! A thousand horses couldn't drag me away from this house as long as you're in it and ready to breed me!"

Dad, of course, was slow on the up-take. "...and you don't want to stop?"

"Never," I said quickly. "I want to keep this going for as long as we can."

"Until you find some boy," said Dad. "I mean, you ARE in college and I'm sure that some guy your age would-"

God, my father can be a real idiot sometimes! "Silly Daddy. No BOY is ever going to compare to you! Just like no other woman will ever be able to take Mom's place... except maybe me."

Dad shook his head in amazement. "I just can't believe that, yesterday, you were my good little girl. But today you're-"

"Daddy's little cum-dump?" I supplied helpfully. "Try not to think of it that way, Daddy. Think of it more like a gift. A very special gift that only I can give, the only part of Mom left in this world. Together, Daddy, we'll make more beautiful children."

"More?" Dad asked with a visible gulp.

"Only if we're lucky... and speaking of lucky, I think it's time to see if we can hit the jackpot before it's too late. Now's the best chance we'll have for another nineteen days before I can get pregnant again. Let's make you a daddy again." I started to lean in toward him for a kiss.

"Do you think this time might do the trick?" he asked as he took me in his arms, the TV now completely forgotten and relegated to nothing but background noise to our impending breeding session.

"I hope so, Daddy," I said as I wrapped my hands behind his neck and leaned back, pulling him down to the couch with me. "But, at the same time, I kind of hope not." He gave me a curious look. "I mean, we're gonna need a LOT of practice to get it right if it doesn't work this time. Right?"

My father smiled deviantly at that thought. "Practice, practice, practice," he said and then he grew solemn even as I worked my hands down and started to unbuckle his pants. "Thank you, my lovely daughter, for giving yourself to me like this."

I pushed his pants over his hips and started to stroke his long, stiff penis. "Anytime, Daddy. And... I really mean that: anytime. Any place, any time, any circumstance... anytime you want to fill me with your sperm, you just go right on ahead. Bend me over the couch, throw me on the bed, take me on the floor, have me in the shower- all I want is for you to be happy, Daddy. And to make you a father again."

As my father's large, throbbing cock began to fill my small, welcoming pussy, he said, "I love you, Sweetheart!"

"I love you, too, Daddy!"

Turns out that, yeah, the third time IS the charm!