All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.
Weeks had gone by and the only new thing I learned was that while Kat was involved in everything that took place that day, she didn't know of Jamie's innermost desire to marry her or get impregnated by me. I never brought it up again in fear that all the information that got tossed at me might have been delivered through an adrenaline-fueled free-for-all fuck fest. I let nature take its course, instead.
I wanted a talk with Jamie, though. Everything happened so fast, I wanted her to tell me her thoughts about everything that was happening and what she wanted to happen. I wanted to do it in an environment outside of the fuck-fast that transpired over the course of just a couple of days. I wanted to take her out to her favorite Italian place to talk it over, but the nature of the conversation prohibited that. Instead, we made the best of it. We made a grocery run and brought everything home to make lasagna together.
I struggled with how to begin so; I just went right into it.
"Baby, how do you feel about everything now that the dust has settled a bit?" I asked, focusing on meal prep instead of staring her down as I waited for an answer.
There was a significant delay in her response. I was happy she was taking the time to think about it. The delay made me wonder if she had really settled down to think about it.
"It's a lot to take in still, that's for sure. I'd been looking forward to this for a long time. I think Mom would be happy to know our family has only grown stronger."
I wasn't expecting that response from her.
"With Sharen moving in, everything I ever wanted is just about to be mine," she added.
"Just about?" I asked.
"You know, we share a weird kind of love. By we I mean you, me and Sharen. It's different with Kat."
She proceeded to tell me how convinced she was that her friend Kat was the one she intended to spend the rest of her life with. I asked her when she was going to tell her friend that.
"Daddy, I'm convinced I should have been born a boy. I am so nervous! Something inside tell me I should just propose but oh, my god!" she said in a panic.
I initially laughed but recalled how I felt before asking her mother to marry me.
"I know how you feel. Is that what you want to do, ask her to marry you?" I asked.
"Yes. It just makes sense to me!" she said happily.
"I know what you mean. Do you want me to help you figure that part out?"
She delayed answering again. Before she answered, she had come up behind me and wrapped her arms around me while I worked to finish dinner.
"I would ask you to do me that favor only if you allow me to do you a favor," she said softly.
Before she even finished speaking, her fingers were fumbling with the zipper of my shorts. She had become an expert at handling me. She was stroking me, and I was hard before I knew it. Before I was ready to be.
"Baby girl, let me finish dinner and we can fool around, okay?" I pleaded.
"This is just a taste, daddy. The real favor will be later," she said.
Guilt struck me again. Her angelic voice telling me that I'd have my dick in her later. Each time it happened, the guilt seemed to impact me less and less. It was still there, though. I let her turn me around after she had gotten on her knees. She got to work immediately. Her tongue worked its way from the base of my cock all the way to the tip before she took me in her mouth. It had been a couple days since we last fucked, so I knew I would finish quickly.
After several strokes, Sharen walked in.
"Remember!" she said, having taken only a single glance at us before continuing with whatever she went to the kitchen for, "Mommy doesn't like messes!"
At first, I was sure she was talking about dinner, but then remembered the way Kat had talked to me that day everything got revealed. I was going to tell Jamie to make sure her mouth caught everything before I remembered what she begged me for.
"Stop," I grunted at her. "Do we want to waste it?"
With my cock still in her mouth, she shook her head.
"Let me sit in the chair," I told her.
She released me from her mouth and waited by the chair for me to sit. Before I did, however, she got onto the table and opened her legs wide.
"This might be better, daddy. It might stay in me longer."
I agreed and entered her right away. Sharen stood behind me and rested her chin on my shoulder as she watched my dick slide gently in and out of my daughter. She told me how much Jamie reminded her of her sister and I couldn't have agreed more. Her smile, her coos and moans, the way she held her arms out for me... She had all the traits of her mother.
"I swear she made Jamie just for you," Sharen said. "I need to run back to my place and grab the last of my things and turn over the keys. I'll finish putting dinner together and throw it in the oven."
I simply nodded and leaned down to kiss Jamie. My hands massaged her tits. She placed her hands over mind and closed her eyes. The smile on her face told me nothing could bring her down. She was in her own world where nothing could hurt her.
"This is it, daddy. This is going to be the one. When you cum, push all the way inside me. It needs to be so deep," she whispered.
"I know," I whispered back.
She rose up slightly and pulled me down to her and held me tightly. I pushed in and out of her, my pace quickening with each stroke. It wasn't long before we both knew the moment we had waited for had arrived. Jamie knew what was about to happen.
"Remember, daddy, when you cum, squirt it deep inside me," she reminded me.
"It's coming," I grunted.
