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She wakes up to a strange exciting warmth running through her body and a strong arm tightly clasping around her waist. After a brief moment of disorientation, she remembers that she had decided to sleep in her parents bed tonight. While she is already a teenager, this isn’t too strange for her. It is a sort of family tradition, especially when her mother is off on one of her work trips. Having someone next to her just calms her down and makes her sleep more soundly. Her father and her had arranged themselves quite well with it. It isn’t that unusual to feel him lay an arm around her, even if it is a bit tight at the moment. They had cuddled up since she was a little child. When she got older, she sometimes woke up to one of his hands cupping a boob of hers, or his morning wood rubbing against her PJs, but she had never really paid it any mind, ignoring how it made her vagina tingle and her nipples harden against his broad hand. Sometimes she heard the noises of flapping skin and dripping fluid next to her, after which her father always got up and went to the bathroom. Only recently, she understood that he was jerking off. She is aware this isn’t typical behaviour for family members, but as long as he doesn’t hurt her it is all fine. The school had used the sex ed classes to also teach them about predatory actions and grooming, but she never felt like that applied to her. They just have a closer connection and wandering hands while sleeping aren’t such a big deal. Neither of them ever brings it up during the day or acknowledges it during the night.
There it is again, that rubbing sensation against her backside. It is warm, hot almost, and has the soft sensation of skin while otherwise being quite stiff. Realisation hits her. Her father is rubbing his penis against her vagina. No protection of clothes, just skin against skin. Her underwear is missing and her t-shirt is hiked up a bit, letting her father’s arm clasp around her bare stomach. And even more curiously, she is wet. He must have touched her while she was still deep asleep. His motions spread her slick all over her lower lips, her mound and the edge of her thighs. His own pre-cum makes things even more slippery.
Her thoughts race at what to do. Turn around and confront him? Pull away? Say something? She has never done anything like that in the past and the prospect of doing it now is a bit intimidating. Like she would be breaching an unspoken contract. Like acknowledging it would make it real and potentially a problem. A problem she would have to confront during the day. She would have to tell someone and then they would talk to her father, potentially arrest him. As weird as this incident is, she doesn’t want to do that to him.
Her spiralling thoughts are interrupted every so often by the man’s glans rubbing over her surprisingly swollen clit. A shudder runs through her every time and her vaginal lips twitch. In a rush of insanity, she wonders how she feels to him. It has been a while since she shaved and the stubble of her pubic hair must be quite prickly. If he notices it, it doesn't seem to bother him. He hasn’t tried to talk to her, there is just his hot breath brushing against the back of her neck. Her father must still think she is asleep. For all the riling emotions inside her, she hasn’t really moved, not even opened her eyes. Maybe, if she just lets him do his thing, he’ll finish soon and she can go back to sleep and forget this ever happened. He’d been rubbing against her in the past. This was the same, just with one less layer.
Suddenly, he grabs her leg and lifts it up a bit. As it settles down again, she feels hairy skin against her bare thigh. Now she is far more vulnerable. Opened up and displayed. His arm uncurls from her body and fumbles around somewhere below her ass. It doesn’t take long until she feels the tip of his penis prod against her again, more insistently this time. In slow circles he teases her widening hole.
This is real. He is going to do it. Her heart races, she isn’t sure what she is supposed to feel. He is really going to have sex with her. Another strong tingle races through her and increases the pulling sensation in her abdomen. She feels a new trickle of wetness run out of her entrance and over her lips as her body anticipates the penetration.
Her father stops, his penis right at her hole. For a split second she thinks - hopes? - he has changed his mind and realised what he is doing. Then his hips buck and he is pushing inside her. Her vagina parts readily for him, easier than she had expected. Breath catches in her lungs as she feels herself being stretched. It isn’t that painful thankfully, just strange. He presses on further, until his whole head is inside her. She instinctively clenches down on the intruder, not sure if her body is trying to push him out or encourage him to go further. A repressed groan sounds behind her.
The strong rough hand of her father brushes over her thigh, her belly, up to the rim of her shirt. He pulls it up even further and exposes her breasts to the night air. Boldly, he grabs one, squeezes it a bit and teases his thumb over her nipples, reminding her how painfully erect they are. Shakily, she lets out the breath that had caught in her lungs. The sensation of having her boobs played with and her vagina filled is overwhelming. She can’t help but think how she would really like the experience if it wasn’t her father doing this to her.
Her walls clench around him again in protest or expectation. Apparently seeing this as some sort of sign, he starts pushing further. On and on, deeper into her, shaping her insides to accommodate for his prick. She is glad she had likely ripped her hymen when playing around with a dildo with a friend, otherwise this might’ve been more painful. Again, a moan comes from behind her. She clenches her fists in the sheets. All thoughts and worries about what to do are momentarily pushed aside, as she can only concentrate on the sensation of being filled. Just when she thinks he must be hitting the end, he goes even deeper. She has seen her father naked a few times in the shower and she doesn’t remember him being as big as he currently feels. Shifting again, thick fingers reach down and play with her clit. The seering pleasure almost rips a moan out of her before she turns it into a forceful exhale.
Then he bottoms out. Pubic hair brushes against her ass cheeks and the wrinkled skin of his ball sack rubs against her lips, getting drenched in the process. A huff of satisfaction drifts past her ear. For a moment nothing happens. She can only try to process all these new emotions. His free hand lightly running over her belly and up to the globes of her boobs. His slight beer belly rubbing against her back. Her hole stretching around a real dick for the first time in her life. She can feel it twitch inside her every once in a while. More slick is gathering inside her, running down his shaft and wetting the space where their hips connect. A protective measure of her body or is she actually enjoying this?
At first he starts with subtle humping motions, building pressure inside her by pressing his hips up, only to relax once more. Now that she is getting used to his girth, it is quite pleasant. She thinks she might even be able to fall back into a comfortable doze like this, but then he pulls back. The sudden emptiness inside shakes her back into awareness. Just as his head is about to leave her, his hips jump up and hammer back into her. She knew this would eventually happen, but she was not prepared for the unexpected onslaught of pleasure. A gasp falls past her lips. He does it again, and again, in long deep strokes always hitting that same spot inside her that makes her heart jump and her insides pull themselves together.
He must know by now that she is awake or simply not care anymore. Nonetheless, she tries to be as quiet as possible in fear that sound would somehow disrupt her mental bubble wherein this is okay. She doesn’t know anymore if it is just to keep up the pretence of normalcy or because she wants this pleasure that snug up on her to last, fearing he will stop if she says something. Her father’s fingers thumb and twist her nipples, making her arch into his touch and press her ass further against him, letting his nuts hit against her clit any time he bottoms out. It isn’t just his leg anymore that is keeping her open, she has started to spread herself wider, giving him more access and taking him deeper. His cock is methodically working itself in and out of her. The bedroom is filled with sounds she can’t ignore anymore. Her father’s grunting in her ear, her own whimpers, the slapping of his pelvis hitting against her cheeks, the squelching of their combined juices between her fluttering walls.
Every nerve in her body is on edge. Every time her father thrusts into her, the previously unknown pleasure inside her mounts until she feels like it is so much she can’t keep it all inside her anymore. Her muscles stiffen, her walls spasm around the prick still hammering into them. Her mouth opened to let out a faint ah , the first proper sound she has made all night. Wetness gushes out of her and coats her thighs. She trembles, white noise filling her head and overwhelming her senses. Distantly, she feels her father stroking her thigh and nuzzling against her shoulder.
Afterwards, she is totally washed out, her body heavy and too sluggish to move much on its own. Not that she wants to right now. Her father stops, but stays hard inside her. Giving her a few moments to catch her breath, he then pushes her over onto her belly, briefly dislodging from her snatch. She doesn’t have the strength to protest, and she isn’t sure if she wants to.
A weight settles over her, his belly pressing down on the crook of her back. One hand settles by her arm, the other snakes between bed and her stomach. With a subtle nudge he indicates for her to lift her ass a bit. After some adjustment, she feels his prick prod at her entrance again. In one smooth motion it slides home, making her groan into the mattress at the stimulation so shortly after her orgasm. His hand on her belly adjusts one more time to press her further against him, before he slams his cock into her again. The new angle makes her moan. It is so much deeper. Each thrust hits against some barrier inside her - probably her cervix - that brings a sort of aching pressure with it, only amplified by his balls slapping against her labia.
There isn’t much she can do but fist her hands into the sheets and take it. His body weight is keeping her down and immovable, his hands manipulate her so he can get the best access to her cunt, only letting her push out her ass further but not pull away. And so he just humps away at her like a dog, groaning and grunting into her ear. The bed rhythmically creaks underneath them. Her previous orgasm makes the noises of their sexes even more sloppy and vulgar. At that moment she really feels like a mere sex toy. Like she isn’t his daughter but only a warm wet hole available for him to sink his cock into, barely any different from a fleshlight. Not that being his daughter makes it morally any better, but she doesn’t feel like he does this out of affection but pure lust.
Despite that, she tightens around his cock as he makes an especially deep thrust, pushes back into him as he gyrates his hips against her. Her hard nipples press into the fabric underneath her. She can already feel the beginning of another orgasm build up inside her. Really, she isn’t any better. She hasn’t even tried to protest during all this. Maybe it is easier this way. Just pure animalistic fucking with no emotions attached that could complicate it. He wants her, and she can find enjoyment in what he is doing to her. Every family has their little secrets, this is theirs. Surely, a lot of fathers secretly fuck their daughters or want to fuck them. It isn’t that different from what they did before and she had been able to excuse that away.
His thrusts pick up speed, shaking the whole bed and making her whimper under the onslaught of pleasure. He reaches further down and rubs her clit. That does it. She gasps, her legs clench tighter and she buries her face in the sheets as another orgasm shakes her to the core. An appreciative hum resounds in her ear. His thrusts never lose their speed, increase even, as he fucks her through it all. Then suddenly, his rhythm falters. She feels his cock twitch inside while her cunt futilely clenches around it. Three more powerful thrusts that would’ve shoved her up the bed if he wasn’t holding her so tightly and then he stills inside her.
First she is relieved at being spared from further overstimulation, then he lets out a long moan and she feels something hot and wet spurt inside her. Her eyes open wide, she subtly twitches underneath him, trying to wordlessly tell him to pull out but he keeps her in place, nuzzles into her shoulder and lets out a deep satisfied breath. He keeps filling her with cum, every gush agonisingly slow. Her body, betraying her as always, keeps clenching down on his cock, begging it for more. Even when he is done, he doesn’t pull out. He still subtly humps against her, pushing the cum deeper with every movement.
She doesn’t know how long they stay there like that with his dick slowly softening inside her. Eventually, he rolls off. Their combined fluids trickle out of her gaping hole, down her lips and thighs before sogging into the mattress. She just lays there, not saying anything, not moving, not looking at him. A hand brushes over her ass, squeezes it a bit. Then he crawls off the bed and leaves, probably going to the bathroom. After a while, she rolls to the side, so she is facing the wall. Shakily, she dips her fingers between her legs. A slimy substance is coating it. She pulls away and holds her hand in front of her eyes. It is too dark to see anything. She rubs the cum between her fingers and then tentatively licks it. Mostly salty with a slightly bitter aftertaste. Hastily, she brushes it off in the sheets, not really sure why she even did that.
Her father comes back and lays down on his side of the bed. No words, no further attempts to touch her again. She knows she should probably get up too and clean herself off, but she can’t bring herself to. Despite everything, she still holds onto the notion that as long as she pretends nothing happened, everything is alright. When she wakes up around 6 am, his dick is inside her once more, not moving just plugging her up. She can feel new hot liquid inside her. She falls asleep again and in the morning she is alone. Finally, she gets the chance to clean herself up. Trying to finger the cum of her father out of her is the most undignified thing she has ever done.
In the kitchen she meets him again, wishing her a good morning and asking what she wants for breakfast. She smiles and says toast like always. Morning light shoos away the happenings of the night. It is hard to believe this is even the same man. That she is the same girl who orgasmed on his cock, twice.
Initially, she doesn’t want to, but she keeps crawling back into her parents bed. Maybe just to prove to herself that she can. That aching feeling inside when she feels her father settle beside her suggests there might be another reason she doesn’t want to think about. He keeps groping her, fucking her, but only at night. Even when her mother is there, he subtly slips his dick inside her and slowly moves in and out, the squishing of their fluids muffled by the covers. Or he sneaks a hand underneath her shirt and gropes her tits. That’s the best part, she thinks. It’s nice, easy, she doesn’t even have stings of conscience anymore afterwards. Especially when he laps at her hard nipples, she can just lay back and enjoy the feeling.
The actual fucking is another thing. As much as she revels in the moment when she has her hips in the air and her face pressed into the mattress or when she tightly wraps her legs around his waist, she always feels bad afterwards. He never looks her in the eye, even in missionary and she doesn’t think she wants him to. They never kiss or call out to each other. He rarely pulls out and if he does, only to splash his cum on her belly, back or face as if to mark her or obscure her features.
When she tells him she missed her period, he just gives her money for an abortion and contraceptive without really acknowledging it. Contraceptive does make it a bit better. One less thing to worry about. She’s able to enjoy herself more when he cums into her, at times even orgasms at the feeling of her vagina receiving what it was made for. They keep this charade up until she leaves for university. Only at night. When the sun is up, everything is back to normal. Almost. Sometimes her father oversleeps so that he’s still inside her when they wake up and then there are of course the cum stains on her skin and sheets.
University changes things a bit. She only sleeps in her own bed now when she visits her parents. Still, sometimes at night she feels a weight settle over her once more. Without comment she lets him take off her underwear and lifts up her ass when she feels his cock push against her already dripping cunt. After he finishes inside her, she turns around and takes his cock in her mouth, cleaning off their combined juices. His hairy balls are heavy in her hand. He fucks her mouth for a long time, burying her nose in wet pubic hair, before cumming down her throat. Afterwards, he leaves her room and goes back to her mother. Things stay like this, never being acknowledged out in the open. She has her regular life, work, a boyfriend, but when she's with her parents she almost anticipates his cock filling her up again. At some point she drops the contraceptive. She gets pregnant. She’s not sure whose child it is and she never wants to know.