Chapter 2: The Decision

The days that followed her father’s proposal were a blur for Emma. His words echoed in her mind, a relentless refrain she couldn’t escape. She tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on the revulsion she should feel, but her mind betrayed her. Her imagination conjured vivid images—her father’s thick cock, the sheer size of it, the way it might feel to take it. The assumption wasn’t entirely unfounded. She’d caught glimpses of him over the years—the way his sweatpants clung to him when he came back from the gym, the bulge that always seemed too prominent, too there. Once, she’d walked past the bathroom while he was showering, the door slightly ajar, and seen the shadowy outline of his body through the steam. She’d turned away quickly, her face burning, but the image had stayed with her.

And then there were the little things—the way he adjusted himself in front of her without a second thought, the sheer size of his underwear when she did the laundry, the way his scent lingered in the air after he’d walked by, musky and masculine. It all added up, piece by piece, until the thought of him—of his cock, thick and heavy in her hands—made her stomach twist with something that wasn’t entirely disgust.

At night, when the house was quiet, she found herself opening her laptop, her fingers hovering over the keys before typing the words she’d never dared to search before: Can a daughter be a surrogate for her parents? The results were a mix of medical articles, forums, and taboo stories that made her stomach churn, but she couldn’t stop reading. She told herself it was just research, that she needed to understand the logistics, the psychology, the why behind something so unthinkable.

But as she scrolled through the pages, her chest tightened with a strange, unfamiliar tension. One forum thread caught her eye: Father impregnates daughter to help infertile wife. She clicked on it, her heart pounding, and skimmed through the comments. Some were sympathetic; others were horrified. One user had written, It’s sick, but honestly, it’s not that uncommon. It’s just kept quiet because no one wants to admit it happens.

Emma felt a rush of heat to her face, her hands trembling as she read further. Another user had posted, If the daughter is old enough and consents, is it really that wrong? It’s just biology.

She closed the tab quickly, her stomach churning, but the words lingered in her mind. Consents. Biology. She hated herself for it, but the thought of it—the forbidden image of her father’s thick cock filling her virgin pussy, the way it might stretch her to her limits—aroused her in a way she couldn’t ignore.

The assumption wasn’t entirely unfounded. She’d overheard her friends talking about their dads once, their voices hushed and giggly, as they lounged by the pool during one of their summer hangouts.

“Emma’s dad is, like, huge,” Sophia had said, her voice dripping with awe.

“I know, right?” Olivia had chimed in, blushing furiously. “I mean, you can’t not notice. He’s always wearing those tight swim trunks, and it’s just ... there. Like, front and center.”

Amy had giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “I don’t know how Emma doesn’t die of embarrassment. I’d never be able to look my dad in the eye if I were her.”

Emma had pretended not to hear, her cheeks burning as she focused on the pool float she was inflating, but their words had stuck with her. She’d noticed it too, of course—how could she not? Her father was always casual, almost careless, about his body. He’d lounge by the pool in his snug swim trunks, his muscular frame on full display, and Emma would catch herself glancing at the prominent bulge that always seemed too there. She’d look away quickly, her heart racing, but the image would linger, haunting her thoughts long after he’d left.

Now, as she lay in bed, those memories resurfaced, unbidden and unwanted. Her fingers trembled as she touched herself in the dark, exploring her body, trying to chase away the forbidden thoughts with physical sensation. But it only made it worse. The more she tried to fight it, the more the fantasies took hold, dark and twisted and impossible to ignore.