It wasn't like anything I'd ever felt before, even the toys he bought me were no substitute. Flesh is so much more real, so much more primal. His penis was soft, squishy and malleable, but with a hard core of heat pulsing in time with his heart. My pussy deformed for him, stretching to accommodate his dick, slowly. He was barely splitting my flower open, but it was already coating his cockhead with my fluid. A soft exhalation, barely a moan, escaped my lips as I felt him defiling our relationship.
"You're never going to see another kickoff." Dad whispered into my ear. I would've replied, but waves of pleasure radiated through my body as he worked his member slowly into me, pushing deeper each time, opening my body to his needs and desires. "You're sick from now on, so sick you can't even kick a ball." His register was low, feral, almost angry that I would've ever considered being anything but his puppet, his pleasure toy.
"I'm yours daddy, I'm y-yours!" I gasped. I don't know why, it just seemed like the sexy girl thing to say. It seemed to do the trick as he grunted, pushing fully inside with a slick sliding sound, my juices finally coating his whole manhood. His thick, engorged glans dragged at my walls, in and out as he luxuriated in my teen vagina. I moaned in pleasure at my father's perverted enjoyment of my body, his hands wandering to cup my small breasts.
"We're going to watch your team play, all those other girls are going to be on the pitch while you let me rearrange your guts." I could feel his excitement at the dirty talk, his cock throbbing as his bare skin was clenched by my silky, supple insides. I whimpered in pleasure as I felt his pace normalize, long strokes which stimulated my G spot, causing my slippery hole to massage him with every movement. "Fuck, Gen Z is the best, you're so much tighter than your mother." I felt my heart flutter at his compliment, and pushed my ass back against him, disrupting his rhythm, but eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the man who had planted me inside my mother's belly.
"I'm so excited, daddy, I'm so excited to be your wife!" I felt tears roll from the corner of my eye, of pleasure, of anticipation. I'd read hundreds of pages of incest erotica, watched every video he'd sent me, I knew what came next. His thrusts became erratic against my ass, a portent of his building orgasm. "Make me a mother to your baby, give my sibling somewhere to grow!" I felt his hand drop to my lower stomach, just above my uterus. I thought back to our secret text conversations, all the times he'd promised to impregnate me, it was finally about to happen.
"You're going to have my children, Jackie. You're going to swell with your own sisters and brothers." His voice hissed through his teeth, our precious trips spent masturbating together feeling so pointless in comparison to the intimacy of a father threatening to inbreed his daughter. His balls were tight and large now, slapping against my ass as he thrust faster and faster. I felt him rolling me, and squeaked in surprise as he pushed me face down into the pillows.
"Dad-!" Whatever I'd wanted to say was muffled by the down as he raised my hips, fucking me prone, his thick cock making slick sucking noises from the hole he'd sworn to claim. His assertiveness turned me on even more than I'd already been, pushing my button over and over again. If my coach could see what 'sick' meant, he'd lose his fucking mind.
"My soccer star." Dad grunted. "My fucking tight, fit little athlete." He grasped my hips, forcing me to arch my back to accept his thrusting penis. "My god damn porno-fueled baby factory!" I felt myself lose control, a wave of pleasure causing my slit to twitch, clenching rhythmically around the manhood slapping in and out of me. I didn't even know I could have an orgasm from penetration, but daddy had done it.
Then a warmth, a spreading heat from the tip of his breeding rod. I gasped deeply into the pillow as I heard him groan, long and languid in his evident pleasure. This is what he'd been waiting for. He thrust again, once, twice, three times, a jet of his sperm firing down into my tightness with each push. My orgasm drank in his creampie, pulling his semen deeper into my belly.
"Oh baby, fuck yes, take daddy's children!" He hissed, the throbbing in my pussy matching the throbbing in my ears as he sprayed his DNA into my uterus.
I knew what was happening inside me, I was no stranger to anatomy since my AP Bio class. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of sperm cells were being drawn into my uterus, each intent on fertilizing my eggs. In my pussy they could live for five days, waiting for the chance to fuse with my eggs to create an embryo, then a fetus. But the DNA would find itself partially-identical, incest giving us a starting point of closeness a normal couple couldn't imagine.
Our baby was going to be beautiful, I just knew it.
We watched my team's first match of State from our room. We lost, 2-1. But that didn't matter. What mattered was our love, our future, and nothing else.
