Chapter 3

Bob awoke to competing sensations. He had to pee and had morning wood because of it. His bladder was not happy. At the same time a hot, sucking mouth was working his cock over, making him want to cum. He sat up to find a tangle of blond hair covering his groin. He grinned at the idea that overnight he had grown long, blond pubic hair, but then winced as his bladder screamed at him again. Gently he gripped her head and pulled her mouth off of him.

“Awwww,” she complained.

“I have to pee,” he said.

“That’s not very romantic,” she complained, further.

“Maybe not but when it’s hard like that in the morning it means I have to pee really bad.”

“I thought it was because I was sleeping with you,” she pouted.

“Hold that thought,” he said.

He jumped out of bed and hurried to his bathroom, where he sat on the commode. As badly as he needed to go he couldn’t get a stream going and he groaned as his bladder shouted obscenities at him.

“I wondered how a guy could pee if he had a boner,” said a soprano voice from the doorway. He looked over to find her standing there, naked, watching him.

He had the sudden urge to stand up, take her back to bed, and fuck her until she couldn’t speak. That got his stream going and he sighed with relief.

“Makes a lot less mess this way,” he said. “The alternative is to jump in the shower and do it while you take your morning shower.”

“Ewww! Daddeeee!” she yipped. “You can’t pee in the shower. Eww!”

“The drains all go the same place,” he said, shrugging. He shook his dick and stood up, feeling much better.

“It’s all soft!” she whined.

“It will get hard again,” he said. “You’ll be able to play with it or suck it or whatever you want.”

“Not until you wash it off,” she said. There was a sharpness in her voice that reminded him of his grandmother, when he had done something wrong.

“Hence peeing in the shower,” he said with a grin.

She pulled a washcloth from the bar on the wall, got it wet, and cleaned his penis. By the time she was finished he was half hard.

“I have to pee, too, my handsome little friend,” she said to the penis she had just attended to. “But when I get finished, I’ll come back to bed and suck you nice and long.”

“After she washes off her pussy,” Bob said, leaned over and staring at his junk.

“Then again,” said Cathy, standing up, “I might just go get breakfast and not touch it for a week.”

She started to leave and Bob grasped her wrist, pulling her around.

“You can’t leave,” he said.

“Why not?” she said, truculently.

“Because you have to pee,” he said. “And then you have to kiss me because we had our first spat.”

“We did not have a spat,” she snorted. “But you’re right. I do need to pee. Now shoo.”

“I don’t want to shoo. I want to watch you pee.”

“You can’t watch me pee!” she yipped. “I need privacy to do that!”

“You thought it was peachy keen to watch me. I haven’t seen you pee since you were a baby. Back then you could shoot a stream a foot in the air.”

“I did not!” she said.

“You most certainly did. If you had a poopy diaper and one of us was changing you, we were always ready with a cloth in case you geysered on us.”

“That is just nasty,” she said.

“Not at all. You had a pretty little pussy back then, too. I much prefer the current one, though. Now sit. And spread your legs. I want to see the mechanics of this mysterious way women urinate.”

“Boy do you ever know how to kill the mood,” groaned Cathy.

“Let me watch and I’ll pat you dry,” he said with another grin.

“Are you just trying to get me out of the mood?”

“Maybe,” he said. “Right now I want to slide my daddy penis up inside your daughter pussy and jerk it around until you cum and then spurt you full of baby juice. Perhaps it would be prudent to get one of us out of the mood.”

“Why is it that you always talk about babies, or pregnancy?” she asked.

“Because when I look at you I imagine you with a swollen belly. You’d be beautiful, pregnant. I’d love seeing you and sliding my hands over your stretched skin. I want to breed you, Sweetheart. It’s just that simple.”

“Breed me? That’s awful, Daddy. You make me sound like a cow or something!”

He looked down and cupped his brand new erection. He saw her follow his gaze and shook his boner a couple of times.

“Just thinking about making a baby with you makes me hard, Cathy. This is a very dangerous game we’re playing.”

She approached him and pushed him until his back impacted the edge of the open door.

“This is no game,” she said, her voice stern. “I am not playing a game. I am doing something I want to do with the man I love. And if that man makes a baby inside me then I’ll take care of it while it’s in me and then love and protect and raise it when it comes out of me. There will never be any games while I do that.”

“You’re not helping me,” groaned Bob.

“I’m not trying to help you,” she said. “I’m telling you how things are.”

“You are so much like your mother, sometimes,” he sighed.

“In a good way or bad way?” asked the girl who suddenly sounded her age.

“Good, of course,” he said, reaching to grip her hips. “She used to tell me how things were going to be, too. She was always right. She knew how things should be and I wasn’t too proud to bend to her will.”

“Did she decide to get pregnant, or was I an accident?” asked Cathy.

He looked at her and, with dead seriousness in his voice, said, “Sweetheart, I chased her around the house day after day. Sometimes I even made love to her while she was asleep. You were very intentional.”

“How could you make love to her while she was asleep? We’ve never done it but I know I’d wake up if you did that.”

“Not if you were exhausted. Your mother had a career and volunteer stuff and just never went to bed until she had to. She was a real night owl, too. She liked to make love at night, before we went to sleep. I’m a morning person. I love to wake up next to my lover and then mount her.”

“Mount her,” murmured Cathy. “You want to mount me and breed me. You do think of me as some kind of animal, who can be led around for your pleasure.”

“We are all animals, Cathy,” he said. “Humans may have a bigger or more capable brain than our mammalian brothers and sisters, but we mate and reproduce very much like our ape friends. And some day you will carry a baby, and feed it from milky breasts when it is born. You will keep it safe in the nest until it can venture forth to learn how to become an adult. In most ways we procreate just like any other species. So do not take those terms to mean that I don’t love and cherish you. After all, you are my offspring, who I have kept safe in the nest until the last few years. And now you have become a breeding adult, or at least can be. All I am is the first male who had access to you. If you wanted to, you could sleep in the bed of any man you met.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Cathy. “I’ve had sociology in school, and we talked about how men want the women who look like they’ll have babies easily, and women want the man who looks like he’d be a good provider and all that. And no, I’m not ready to jump out of the nest and try to fly, yet.” She blinked. “The way you described it, I don’t feel like I’m adult enough to be a breeding person, yet.”

“Which is why you can’t date until you’re sixteen,” he said.

“Daddy,” she said with a theatrical groan. “You want to breed me now, and from the way you talk about it, you’ll want to breed me as soon as possible after I have our first baby. I could have a baby by the time I went on my first date!”

“Not if we get you on the pill,” he said.

“Oh.”

“It was kind of hot how you talked about how we’d have a bunch of babies,” he sighed. “I’m so hard right now.”

Her hand found his prick and gripped it.

“That is just awful,” she sighed.

“That I’m hard?”

“No. What’s awful is that I was going to punish you for being gross, but as soon as I touched your boner all I want to do is get back in bed so we can be lovers some more.”

“Did you not listen to a word I said?” he moaned.

“Yes, Daddy. I heard you loud and clear. You want me ... what do they call it? ... barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen? You want to make me fat and make my breasts spurt milk. You can’t help yourself and that makes you dangerous because I’m letting you do things and you might get carried away.”

“Good,” said Bob, instead of trying to soften what she’d said. “Now, how about we go get breakfast?”

“Only if you promise me we can go back to bed after that. It’s Saturday and I don’t have to go to school.”

“Go ahead,” muttered Bob. “Poke the hornet’s nest and learn the hard way.”

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” said Bob. “I vote for pancakes.”

“Deal!” said the girl. She left him against the door and padded out of his room, turning toward the kitchen, instead of her bedroom. Bob sighed. She was going to play with fire, whether he wanted her to or not.

“Mmmmm, this is nice,” purred Cathy as she rubbed her body up against Bob’s. Her hand was on his penis again, and he was hard again. She rolled halfway on top of him to kiss him and he pulled her fully on top of him. She spread her legs and straddled him by instinct.

“You can rub your pretty pussy on my hardness in this position,” he said.

Her eyes widened and she sat up half way and put her hands on his chest. She lifted her hips and peered down at the stiff penis she exposed. It was lying on Bob’s stomach like a weird arrow pointing at his head. His penis was the arrow and his balls were the fletching. She couldn’t see her pussy lips, but a little experimentation got her clit on the underside of his prick, with her fat lips sliding along its length.

“Ooooo,” she whined, as she felt the first wild urges to sit there for the rest of the day. “This is fabulous.”

“I like watching you have fun,” he said with a smile. “And I can get to your nipples this way.”

Three orgasms later Cathy was finally slowing down, not because she wanted to, but because she had used up all the energy she had at the moment. Bob had tried to enhance her orgasms by squeezing or pulling her nipples as she came. Now she lay down on his chest and kissed him, panting hard enough that their kisses had to be short.

“I want to do that a lot,” she breathed. “What about you, though?”

“I can get off any time,” he said. “You want to jerk me off now?”

“Yes!” she said.

She sat up until she could see her pussy and rubbed the tip of his penis in her opening.

“Careful, there,” said Bob. “You’re very slippery and I’m very hard and you could end up with a cock up in you if you’re not careful.”

“Got it,” she said. “I’ll be careful.”

She began circling her clit with the tip of his manhood and closed her eyes as she started breathing faster.

“You’re making me want to shoot,” he panted.

“That’s the point,” she said.

“If I shoot now it will get inside you,” he moaned.

“I told you it’s safe right now,” she said. “Go ahead. Get it all over my pussy like you did before.”

“Faster!” he grunted.

She hadn’t actually been stroking him that much, but she changed her grip and started pulling and pushing. Within twenty seconds he huffed, “Here it comes!”

They both watched as the first shot did, indeed, make a mess of her pussy mouth. Then, though, she moved her body and her hand and the tip of his prong pressed into her opening. The result was that his second, third, and fourth shots raced up into her virgin sheath.

“It’s warm,” she moaned.

“It’s getting in you!” he moaned with her.

“It feels so good,” she said, holding their connection firm. “Will it feel hot like that when you’re all the way in me and cum?”

“Fuck me to tears,” groaned Bob. “I am in sooo much trouble.”

Cathy laughed.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said.

“You better,” said Bob. “Because if we keep this up you won’t be safe some day and you’ll get my spunk inside you when you’re impaled on my cock.”

She leaned down to kiss him.

“Maybe some day I’ll do that on purpose,” she whispered.

It’s easy to speed up and very difficult to slow down. Ask any pair of teenagers who have spent some time making out. Once kisses are accepted as normal, there is no resistance to them in the future. When a hand brushes a breast and is not repulsed, then that breast will get brushed and eventually squeezed on a routine basis. In due course hands will go inside clothing and so on and so forth. These forward steps may be spaced out over time, but the only way they go backwards is if the couple breaks up.

A father and daughter can’t break up. Bob was fully aware of this. He sat back and looked at what had happened and knew that probably within a couple of weeks, his penis would be inching into her pussy. After that, he knew she would become the woman of the house, and would be treated like a wife, more than a daughter.

That was fine on one twisted level. She was a good kid and rarely needed punishment. When he corrected her he explained why and she was intelligent enough to see the wisdom in his words. So being her father would become less important, and creating a different kind of relationship would become more important.

At least it would be important for two more school years. Then she’d be off to college somewhere, and she’d meet a nice young man and pull away from him. That was fine, too. He knew how abnormal their lives were, at this point. But assuming she’d become his de facto wife changed the way he thought about things.