This is a role play with Lit author Pissyprincess that we shared on Lit through direct messages. We created the story together. Pissyprincess plays adopted daughter Olivia, and I play her father David. This is being published with her permission. Pissyprincess begins the role play...
Never in a million years would John have thought he'd be having the conversation he was now tackling with his father-in-law. What kind of man offers his wife to her own father? He wasn't her father by blood, of course, but that detail hardly seemed to make a difference. It was still twisted on every level. Even more so when taking into account the real reason for it; to impregnate her.
It wasn't a decision they'd made lightly. Asking Olivia's father to impregnate her was a desperate measure. They'd been trying to conceive since they'd gotten married four years ago. It had been hard when they'd finally discovered the reason for it was because John lacked viable sperm. Once they had gotten through that, they of course considered alternatives and even adopting. But Liv was adopted and for her it was important to bear her own child. Artificial insemination seemed to be the best option, but the barrier was cost as well as sperm donor. They'd had numerous conversations, coming up with different people or scenarios that could make it work but kept finding problems with all the plans. Finally, in a state of frustration, John had suggested her adopted father, David. First, she thought he'd been joking and laughed, then she'd been shocked and perhaps even disgusted. John had also gone through those emotions, but in a strange way, it somehow made sense. David was healthy, intelligent, and good looking. He could likely provide quality sperm. Money was still an issue with artificial insemination and that meant one thing... going straight from the source the good old fashioned way.
John had just tried to explain all that to David over a glass of whiskey. He was sure David knew something was up when John said he wanted to go out for drinks, just the two of them. Maybe he thought they'd be asking for financial help again which he'd generously given before. Surely, there was no way he would have ever guessed the conversation would be a request to have sex with Liv.
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David tried to like John, really he did. And most of the time he more than halfway succeeded. But this wasn't one of those times.
Sometimes the guy just showed fucking bad judgment. Like now. The idea was completely crazy and immoral to begin with, and the fact that John thought this was something to talk about in a public bar? David swallowed the rest of the expensive whisky, and then stared at John, incredulous. But he thought, don't say anything hurtful. This no doubt is painful for him. It also shows a deep sense of trust, even if deeply misguided.
"Hey John," David said calmly, remembering some of his Buddhist meditation mantras, "This isn't realistic. But I appreciate your trust in me. We'll find another way. Let's go home to Liv, buddy, I need to tell her what she already knows I'm going to say. You mentioned this was your idea, right?"
Driving home with John in his Acura, they listened to classical music, and talked about the weather, the farmers' market, and things like that. Anything but the topic they were both thinking about.
Seeing their rather grand rural home, Dave slightly rolled his eyes again. They'd gone in a bit over their heads to get their dream house, which he'd helped out with, even taking out a mortgage on the house he'd shared with his late wife for all those years before the cancer had finally gotten her last year.
John and Liv's house was nice though, he admitted, as he quickly went up the stairs and looked for his precious Olivia. She wasn't in the kitchen, and he realized she must be in the master bedroom, no doubt stressed out because of the conversation she knew had been happening.
Knocking quietly on the bedroom door, he heard her almost whisper to come in.
"Hey baby," he said, with a look of compassion at his 29-year old daughter.
She was curled up in bed, her beautiful dark tresses spilling over her face, her fair skin with freckles highlighting her loveliness.
He sat on the bed slowly, caressed her leg very gently, and talked with her compassionately.
"They'll be another way, Olivia. We'll find a way. I know it's expensive, but I can maybe...take out a second mortgage on my house or something. I love you, sweetie. I'm sorry John suggested such a thing."
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Olivia hadn't expected her father to talk to her about it that night. She'd hoped she'd be asleep by the time they got back from the bar. She thought it might be easier to have the conversation after he'd slept on it. She'd been too embarrassed to have the initial conversation with him herself. How could she proposition him?
Since she hadn't been expecting company, she was in a silky lingerie set, thought it wasn't especially fancy--shorts and a flowy top in a dark purple color.
Olivia frowned, feeling more hurt than she'd expected as Dave rejected her, though she wasn't surprised. Who would even think of such a thing, let alone do it? She knew it was her and John that had gone so crazy in their desire to start a family that they'd somehow thought this was a solution. She'd been so shocked at first, and the idea still made her a little uncomfortable, but she knew she would do it. She would have had sex with him if he'd agreed to the arrangement.
"I understand, Daddy," Olivia sighed, crestfallen. "But please, think about it. We are serious. I know it sounds insane. But just...don't say no yet. You don't have to say yes right now, just tell me you'll think about it."
It was hard to believe she was now considering sleeping with the man who had raised her as his own daughter. Once she'd gotten over her first reaction of horror, she did admit that, objectively speaking, she could do much worse. Much worse. He was a handsome man, with his dark hair and light eyes and soft smile. As long as she pretended he wasn't her Daddy she thought she might be able to do it...
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David already knew this was John's idea, but hearing her talk he was surprised how it had taken root in Olivia. She was serious. He was shocked...and to his horror slightly aroused at the same time. Liv was his daughter, but he also knew she was beautiful.
He embraced her tenderly, kissed her on her head, and said, "I hear what you're saying, sweetie. I...I'll...for you I'll think about it. But the answer really is no. But we can talk about...other ways. The money situation is already complicated, as you know. But let's think about it, as you say."
He caressed her back, and said, "I'm really surprised. I'm shocked. But I know it was a big leap of trust to even suggest it. And I'm aware of that. I imagine this all makes you feel vulnerable and...anyway. I want you to feel like you can talk with me about anything. Anything. Next next time I'd rather it just be the two of us talking about something like this, or at least the three of us together."
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It felt good to be comforted by him, even though she was feeling embarrassed and rejected.
"We would never trust anyone else with this. You're the only one who makes sense. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it first. I was so embarrassed. And I thought you might take it more seriously if it came from him. We can talk more about it tomorrow. Just you and I. I'll explain some options we considered." She hugged him tightly, feeling just as safe with him as she had when she was young. "I love you, Daddy."
*
As Olivia rode her husband's cock before going to sleep that night, her thoughts went elsewhere. Could she really do this with David? The lights were off and she closed her eyes, painting a picture of her father in John's place. She remembered how his big hands felt as he caressed her back and stroked her hair earlier that evening. What would they feel like on her bum? Her breasts? Between her legs?
