Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It involves elements of incest, memory loss, and questionable consent. All characters are at the legal age of 18 or older.

College came with unexpected challenges for Sophia. When she was no longer able to keep her apartment, she was forced to find a new place to stay. Months prior, her parents went through an ugly divorce, and her father was the only one still living at their old home in a remote location. Without any other option, Sophia packed her belongings and moved in with her father. The house was isolated from civilization. It was meant to be a temporary measure until she could return to the city and resume her studies.

During her stay with her father, Sophia sustained a head injury, which turned her memories into a scrambled mess. Her father, who had felt lonely and abandoned, took advantage of this. Since she forgot that she was his daughter, he manipulated her into believing they were a couple. The naïve teenager believed his words, and unknowingly, became the replacement for her own mother. For an entire month, her father enjoyed her companionship, and gradually groomed her to be his perfect sex toy.

When parts of Sophia’s memory returned, she realized that she had forgotten to use her birth control. This revelation was met with initial panic, followed by joy. After all, her life as college student was a distant memory, much like her fear of getting pregnant. She also couldn’t remember that this old man, the person who would get the honors of impregnating her, was her very own father.

“I do wonder,” Sophia mumbled to herself. “Is that something he would enjoy?”

She playfully tilted her head from side to side before making her decision. Shortly after, her hand reached for the pepper mill, and she distributed a small amount of the spice all across the serving of scrambled eggs. There were still so many things she hadn’t remembered, including her lover’s preference for food. It didn’t matter too much, of course. She was proud, nonetheless. It was a vast improvement compared to the frozen meals which used to occupy the fridge just a month prior.

“Yeah. That will do just fine.” She grabbed the plates of fresh, warm breakfast and distributed them across the kitchen table while she hummed a silly little tune.

She was in a good mood, there was much to celebrate. The meal was grander than usual, but that was because she wanted her partner to feel happy and at ease for when she proposed her plan.

She finally decided to tell him about her plans to expand their family of two, into a family of three. It was important for them to be on the same page about that topic since sex was no longer something solely for pleasure. It now carried the real risk that he would get her pregnant, especially given his aversion to pulling out.

The giddy teenager stepped out of the kitchen and peeked into the hallway, just in time to see her partner approaching from upstairs. His gait was tired, and his hand lingered on the handrail as he walked down the stairs. It came as no surprise to Sophia, considering how much he had overexerted himself during the previous night. Her crotch still ached from the rough lovemaking, but that only encouraged her beliefs that he truly desired her, all of her.

“Good morning,” she chirped to draw his attention towards the kitchen. The food might get cold if he didn’t hurry, she thought to herself. “Breakfast’s ready, I hope you’re hungry!”

She wore one of her father’s large shirts, together with a pair of sweatpants. The weather outside was getting chilly, it was no longer an option to walk around in just her underwear. Besides, at this point, he had probably memorized every inch of her naked body anyway. There was no need to show off.

“Sophia?” Her father froze in place for a moment, with his gaze fixated on her. She looked freshly showered, and her damp hair — glistening in a dark shade of red — was gathered into an unruly ponytail that draped down her front. It was a habit she used to have when she was much younger, and her mother always scolded her for it. Wet hair was a serious business, and so easily remedied with a hairdryer.

That specific habit was a reminder that she was, in fact, his daughter. A familiar pinch of guilt returned, a feeling that haunted him whenever his judgment wasn’t clouded by lust.

One reason for him to be upset was that he had received a few calls from her teachers. She had missed a few exams and was at risk of being dropped out of college. His daughter’s future was at risk – any good father would feel worried, no matter the circumstances.

Secondly, her amnesia lasted for weeks already. He had done his research – the mind always takes the path of least resistance. She would be more likely to remember her past if she was confronted with it, and if she were told the truth.

On the other hand, the alternative was to allow her to keep on living her current life. With a routine that involved working the first half of the day, and then spending the second half of the day on her back, with her legs spread for him.

It was intimidating as much as it was exciting, to think that her mind was entirely at his mercy. He reassured himself that it would be fine. He still had some time to spare before he had to make a decision. He would have to let her go or choose to keep her as his new wife.

“Good morning,” came his response. He followed her into the kitchen while he recalled their last encounter. There were a few moments when she struggled, more so than usual. He felt an unusual amount of concern for her well-being. “How are you doing, princess?” Perhaps he had gone too far. He could distinctly remember that all he cared about was the paradise between her legs. He had utterly forgotten to treat her like a human person, let alone treating her like his precious daughter.

“I’m great,” she mused while they took their seats by the table. It was a brief but reassuring answer. Their breakfast was spent with idle chatter, and Sophia took particular pride in watching him enjoy the bread she baked herself, layered with slices of tomatoes that had grown in their garden. It was a healthy meal.

When they were done eating, Sophia briefly excused herself from the table and left the room. Once she returned, her father gave a quizzical stare – she held a pillow in her hand but remained quiet about its purpose. Upon gaining his attention, she silently stuffed the pillow under the front of her shirt and patted it down until it reached the desired shape. The form of a pregnant belly. She silently gave him a few more moments to appreciate the sight before she clued him into her thoughts.

“What do you think?” she asked, with a playful smirk. She turned left and then right to present herself. When he didn’t seem to get the hint, she pulled her chair up to his side and sat down to explain herself.

“I remembered something yesterday!” Her vague announcement was met with another confused gaze. “You know, when I first woke up after the injury, I had this weird idea to call you dad, right? Well as it turns out, I was on some birth control ... and stopped using it. So I’m thinking that I wanted to call you dad, or daddy or whatever because I really wanted to make a baby with you. That’s my theory. And after I gave it some thought, it sounds like a cute idea. I’d get to carry a part of you inside me! For nine months, anyway.”

His confused expression turned into one of shock, then disbelief. Those certainly weren’t the words that he expected from his daughter.

It had never even crossed his mind that birth control could be an issue – not after he spent so many years with his wife, who had her tubes tied after Sophia happened. But then he remembered the very first night together with his daughter when they were both drunk out of their minds. She begged and pleaded for him to pull out because she didn’t want to get knocked up. She didn’t want his cum anywhere near her vagina, and definitely not inside it. Sophia had been terrified.

“Wait, wait,” he responded with a long hacking cough. His throat suddenly felt incredibly dry. “You’re saying you want to get pregnant?”

“I’m saying that after last night, I might already be,” she clarified. “But if I’m not, then currently it’s the best time to keep trying! What do you say?” It was hard to believe that she was serious. It was in such stark contrast to her previous wish.

She had been so horrified of getting pregnant. It was only because of her memory loss, temporary or not, that she was even toying with the idea. He should respect her initial wish, he knew that well enough. Even more so under these circumstances. It would be a child born of incest. He just couldn’t convince himself to go that far. A pregnancy would permanently change her both mentally and physically.

It wasn’t too late for her. She still had an opportunity to live a normal life. She was athletic and childfree – under those conditions, she was able to pursue any hobby and any job she fancied.

“I’m not sure,” he responded, his gaze darting from side to side. When he finally gathered the necessary courage and determination, he looked back up at her. “At the very least, we should wait a little longer, right? It’s a big decision. You never know how you might feel about it in a week from now. It might be your hormones acting up, which can happen when you’re freshly off birth control.”

Sophia paused to take in his words. There was a hint of a frown, but then she shrugged and complied with his suggestion. “Yeah, I guess so.” She didn’t make much of an attempt to hide her disappointment, after all, she had been filled with anticipation for most of her morning routine.

“How about we relax a little, and then drive you to town to get you a morning after pill?” He steadied himself and straightened his posture – this was the right choice. He knew this was the sane, reasonable approach. It was better to be safe than sorry.

“In addition, maybe it’s better if you sleep in the spare room for a while. At least until we have this all figured out. We don’t want any accidents.” He remembered how quickly his wife had gotten pregnant once they ceased their use of protection. If his daughter was even half as fertile as his wife used to be, then they absolutely had to avoid intercourse until the dangerous week had passed.

“All right, sure,” Sophia nodded once more. They were in a mutual agreement, without tears or hard feelings. She still felt frisky though – she had spent her morning in anticipation of making babies, which left her in a frustrating fog of arousal, even when she left the table to clean the dishes.

In the meantime, her father left the kitchen and went upstairs. His usual routine would take him back to the master bedroom to change the sheets, but this time was different. He grabbed the dusty handle of a room he hadn’t visited in a long time – his daughter’s bedroom.

Ever since her accident, she had shared his bed. During those few occasions when they cleaned the house together, he had told her that this was simply a guest room. She never remembered that she spent most of her childhood inside this bedroom. He had made sure that she wouldn’t see it since it could have brought back her memories.

The carpet was plain white, and the walls were a light shade of pink. Posters of boybands adorned every corner of the room and around her desk. Her desk had been handcrafted by a family friend, he could still remember helping out with that task and how grateful Sophia was. There was also a simple bed in another corner of the room, the years hadn’t been kind to it. It looked frail, and the wood was chipped in places – Sophia had just begun to outgrow it right around the time when she left home and moved into the city.

While he was reminiscing about old memories, Sophia finished her work and took another glance outside the kitchen window. Small flakes of white descended gently, and gradually covered the ground. It was snowing. She cupped her hands near her face and warmly exhaled into her palms. She could see her own breath in the form of fine mist – it was getting cold, all right.

There was a stack of firewood already waiting to be tossed into their fireplace. It was conveniently located in the living room. She did exactly that and waited to get warm. The dry wood crackled, tiny ambers began to spread, and a large flame followed, providing heat as well as a cozy atmosphere. Gardening was out of the question in this cold weather, and since her lover was still nowhere to be seen, she decided to settle down on the couch and to enjoy an entertaining show.

The TV screen flickered briefly after she turned it on, but no image followed, just a static background. She switched through a few more channels with the same result, and a displeased groan escaped her.

“You can’t be serious,” she muttered under her breath. The reception had always been bad up in the mountains, but she hadn’t expected to lose all connection. “What the hell am I supposed to do now,” she continued ranting to herself.

She pushed a few more buttons on the remote before the screen flickered and changed to what appeared to be an old recording. Sophia tilted her head and watched with a newfound curiosity. There was a woman, on some beach. The timestamp in the corner of the screen indicated that the video was recorded years ago, and yet the woman looked oddly familiar.

The camera swayed around, and refocused on another person she recognized – herself, just a tad younger. The teenager in the recording looked back at the cameraman with a playful pout before narrowing her eyes and speaking up.

“Dad! This is embarrassing, can’t you like, focus on capturing the beach or something?” Sophia’s younger self pointed into the distance, and the camera shifted away to get a better image of all the other families which had chosen that place for their vacation.

With a simple click, the TV screen turned black, and Sophia stared back at her reflection. Why would her boyfriend have a tape of such a recording? Why did the woman look so familiar and why did her younger self look at the cameraman and call him “Dad”?

Sophia could also remember that it wasn’t the first time that she had seen the video. She clutched her forehead as these intrusive memories tickled her mind. Yes, she had seen the video once before – she remembered the day when she came to visit. She had a few beers, spent an awkward evening watching this recording of mother and daughter in a bikini ... and then she had sex.

She had sex with her father.

Afterward she stumbled off the couch, hit her head, and that was it.

“Oh God,” Sophia stuttered. Her gaze was still fixated on the dark reflection of herself in the pitch blackness of the TV. “This can’t be.” Her voice was faint, barely audible to her own ears. “But ... and then ... but I...” she whispered continually. Her thoughts were all over the place. Those memories were like apples on a tree – she could focus on only one at a time. Each one begged for her attention.

Before long, all color had drained from her face, and yet she still hadn’t fully comprehended it all. A month had passed – no – probably a bit longer than that. She could remember all of it. Including how madly in love she was with him, and how amazing their sex had been. It clashed with her sudden awareness that she was his daughter.

One by one, she made the connections. He had been the very first person to enter her without a condom, the first to feel the naked embrace of her unprotected vagina. The flesh of her cunt had engulfed his manhood, without any latex to separate their genitals. Her father knew the sensation of her pussy better than any of her previous boyfriends ever did.

He was also the first to have ejaculated into her, she had taken her father’s seed, and every last drop of it would usually end up deep within her pussy. Her insides had soaked up so much of his cum, no amount of showering would ever make her feel clean again. He had attached a permanent mark of ownership to the insides of her cunt.

On the other hand, he was also the only man who had made her climax from penetration alone. Their sexual chemistry was incredible. There was no doubt that her body had gotten addicted to him. Her mind had changed, too. She knew that if he were to walk down the stairs now, she wouldn’t hesitate to remove her panties and to offer her pussy. Her twat felt empty without his cock. A good orgasm would calm her down, for sure. She needed him.

“What the fuck?” she cursed. Her voice became increasingly frustrated and annoyed. She buried her face in her hands.

Her initial response was to curse and cry out in frustration. She was furious, this was all a result of his manipulation. She pondered various ways to get back at him, to get some payback.

Then, she remembered how lonely he had been and how much he had changed for the better since her arrival. If she were to break his heart, he would once again become a shell of his former self. Instead of burning him to the ground, she could quietly return to her former life. She simply had to leave.

The options were to call a taxi and escape, or to wait for her dad to drive her to the pharmacy for the ... oh! “Morning after pill,” she thought to herself. Her stomach churned at the thought, like a tightening knot. The risk that she could be pregnant nearly made her throw up, but, she wasn’t sure if the risk even really existed. She inhaled deeply and then gave it a second thought. Previously, she had been so love-struck that she hadn’t even bothered to do the math, to be certain that she was fertile.

Sophia closed her eyes and counted the days since her last period. It could be eight, maybe nine days.

It was unlikely that she could get pregnant, it was too early in her cycle. There was a small risk for sure, but as long as she would avoid having sex again, she would be safe. Completely safe. “Wow,” she muttered to herself. “That’s a dodged bullet ... I gotta get out of here, I have to-”

The sound of shattering glass made her yelp in fear! It came out of nowhere, and the startled girl nearly fell off the couch. The noise originated from the kitchen, and she reluctantly approached the room to see shards of glass across the floor, and one of the windows broken. Snow was blowing in, rapidly, it was storming inwards!

Her dad came rushing down the stairs, quickly assessed the situation, and came back with some cardboard to tape over the shattered window. The two of them quietly surveyed the damage. Glass shards were everywhere, flakes of snow covered the kitchen floor, and the howling wind outside threatened to cause more damage.

“It could be worse,” he pointed out.

“Only if the house would mysteriously catch on fire,” came Sophia’s response. She grabbed a broom and wiped the shards into an easily removable pile. There was no way for her to hide her growing disappointment. This day just kept on getting worse. Her opportunity to get straight back to the city was gone, no taxi would drive through this weather. She had to continue pretending to be his girlfriend — despite her newfound knowledge that she was his daughter.

Her father looked towards one of the intact windows and observed the harsh weather outside. “It’s still getting worse out there. We’re not driving anywhere, anytime soon.” He paused to glance back at her and her belly. There would be no way to get her an emergency contraceptive, not until the snow storm calmed down. “What do you want to do?”

“Ugh!” the annoyed teenager scoffed. “I don’t know.” She cleaned up more of the debris while her father watched, though she couldn’t tell if he already noticed a change in her behavior. “I’m gonna make sure the windows upstairs are closed, so we don’t get snow everywhere.” She pushed the broom into her father’s hands and left, with an agitated and rushed gait.

She returned straight to the master bedroom, shut the door behind herself, and lay down on the soft linen sheets. An exasperated sigh left her quivering lips. She still hadn’t had the time to think about this whole situation. In fact, even now, she felt a distraction.

With an annoyed expression still on her face, she grumpily reached down to push her sweatpants off her smooth legs. Her panties followed. Then, she hid under the warm comforts of the bed covers before slithering a hand down the subtle curves of her belly, past her pubic mound, and onto the warm heat radiating from her womanhood. She hoped she wouldn’t discover what she expected, but as she dipped a fingertip between the warm folds, she immediately felt the slickness of her arousal.

“Damn it,” she cursed to herself. She had felt it as soon as he joined her in the kitchen, his mere presence had been enough to get her body excited. Her heartbeat had quickened, blood rushed to her genitals, breasts, and cheeks. Every part inside her had ached to strip naked and to have sex with him.

“Gross,” she reminded herself. He was her father, she knew that now, but her pussy didn’t come with a built-in off switch. And as things were, she could no longer risk having intercourse with him. Both of them were in silent agreement that pregnancy was not a risk worth taking. Unfortunately, her pussy still begged for attention.

And so, the teenager reluctantly gathered more of her own fluids on the tip of her finger, and then directed her slickness upwards to coat her slit as well as the small pleasure button just above. She gasped when she felt the responsiveness of her clit, that little thing was already engorged and tender.

She quickly gathered a few pillows and bunched them behind her back before she spread her legs to give herself better access. Her finger drew small circles around the sensitive bud, and she could feel herself getting warmer. The more she allowed herself to relax, the better it felt. So she allowed her mind to accept the fact that right in that very moment, she was stuck in that house. She didn’t have to worry about returning to the city. She simply had to make the best of her current situation.

A soft moan escaped her, and she bucked her hips forward. Her hand gently cupped the mound of her pussy while she toyed with herself more intensely. She applied more pressure to that extraordinary spot and rubbed it with purpose. After all, this wasn’t meant to be romantic or pleasant, she merely wanted to coax an orgasm out of herself, in the hope that it would clear her mind. The quicker she was done, the better.

But the more aroused she got, the more did her thoughts wander off to dark places. She was still masturbating feverishly when she realized that it was nothing but dumb luck that she wasn’t pregnant already. Her father hadn’t wasted a single thought on using protection. Her worst nightmare had nearly come true.

He was so obsessed with cumming inside women that he almost doomed both of them. It was the biggest taboo she could think of. Simply because he relished the knowledge that he squirted his load into a woman. It didn’t even matter to him that she was his daughter. She was just a warm hole for his eager sperm. Secretly, he might even prefer that she was fertile. Maybe he was just shy, maybe he truly wanted to fuck a baby into her.

“Ahnn!” Just like that, a searing jolt coursed up her spine and left her gasping for air. The tormented teenager shut her eyes in the hopes that it would clear her mind from those sickening images, but instead, it merely helped her to imagine all those times when he came inside her.

Sophia could feel her juices flowing more readily. Even without inserting a finger, she knew that she had to be drenched on the inside. In the past, she used to have no issues with getting off – she would simply relax, think of nothing, and masturbate. Now though, she couldn’t help but think of her father. She couldn’t stop fantasizing about his dick, the way it felt inside her, or the way she felt utterly claimed whenever he spilled his seed within her.

“Mmmm,” she purred. His orgasms were always the signal of a happy ending, a sign of good sex. The wet, hot sensation of sperm had always been proof that she was a good girlfriend.

Much like she did whenever they had sex, Sophia began to spread her legs apart, as widely as she could manage. Then, she dipped a finger down her cleft and sought out that little entrance into her quim. Her slick flesh was so hot that even she was surprised by it. The tip of her finger applied gentle pressure, and she easily dipped into her body, where the tightness of her pussy greeted her.

It wasn’t nearly enough to please her.

Another finger followed, and then a third, and she gasped! She felt herself clenching down on those three digits – it was already getting tight. But instead of quitting, she soon added a fourth and moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Those pink walls were stretched taut around her fingers, but that wasn’t what she was thinking about. Sophia instead imagined it to be her father’s majestic cock, the fat girth of his manhood which had been inside her so many times before.

She squirmed on those soft bedsheets while she imagined him to be on top of her, thrusting in and out of her unprotected pussy. “Ahnn,” she moaned sensually, her bottom lip drawn into her mouth, and her teeth gently biting down on it. “Yeah, mmmh...”

Her fingers gradually sped up, once more simulating the way he would fuck her. He would be rough, overeager, and exclusively obsessed with the idea of creaming her full of his cum. She hesitated for a moment, but then whispered to herself, barely audible even to her own ears. “You don’t have to pull out,” she mumbled weakly. “You can cum inside me...” She spread her fingers, just a little, enough to imitate the way his cock grew when approaching his orgasm.

And then, without grace or elegance, she pushed those four fingers deep inside, down to her knuckle. She cried out, arched her back, and felt her pussy violently clenching down on her own digits – an intense climax washed over her. Simultaneously her legs quivered, her breathing was shaky, and she was being overrun by a continual wave of bliss that echoed through her body. It felt so good.

She rode that moment for a long time before she grew aware of the wetness that drenched her thighs. Her fingers were still embedded deep inside her, and much to her dismay, the orgasm had done little to subdue her arousal. It took her a moment to realize that she was still moving her digits, back and forth, like a lover who needed more release.

“It’s okay,” she breathlessly reassured her imaginary partner. “My pussy belongs to you, anyway, just use it,” she whispered. “You don’t really care if you’d knock me up, so just fuck me.” Her fingers curled up to stretch herself even more – the girth was nearly identical now to her father’s erection. It was a size she wasn’t comfortable with, but he didn’t care. “This pussy is your property,” she breathed.

Sophia clenched her eyes shut and imagined the way she would look up at her father’s chest as he rapidly pumped into her quim. She could almost feel the heat their bodies would produce, as well as the shameful scent of her own climbing arousal. They had intercourse so many times already that she could imagine even the most minor detail vividly.

An accidental pregnancy had always been the biggest fear for her. But, it would be such a fitting punishment, she thought to herself. It was the single most pleasurable event in her life, to get fucked bareback. It was the most natural repercussion to end up with an unplanned baby.

“Breee- ... breed me, ah!” She immediately began to spread her legs even wider, thrust her fingers inside, and moaned bitterly. If given a choice, she knew that her father would never pull out willingly. She imagined the way his bloated, angry cockhead would nudge against her cervix. Without warning, it would simply begin to spit wads of cum into the depths of her cunt. Millions of feisty sperm and they would get deposited right at the doorstep to her baby chamber.

“Ahh... !” She could feel her neglected clit throbbing as another climax shattered through her. The pleasure began to pulse outwards from that little bud. It wasn’t as strong as the first, but felt more prolonged, keeping her just beyond the edge. Throughout it all, she imagined more cum still flooding into her, to have every corner of her pussy doused in that thick, potent spunk of her own father. His masculinity would simply overpower her, he would fill her little cunt, and he would knock her up.

It was primal, and what she was most excited for. She wanted her will and her mind to be irrelevant. He should just control her. He should breed her. Secretly, she wished for nothing more than for her father to claim full ownership of her womanhood. The thought left her numb and adrift an ocean of pleasure.

She couldn’t tell how long it lasted.

Her trembling legs went limp, and she found herself helplessly staring up at the plain ceiling of her room. Warm aftershocks still teased her clit, and her entire crotch felt like a spongy mess. The wetness that had escaped her pussy now clung coldly to her skin. Strong winds outside still howled past the windows and fought for her attention.

She could only hope that the weather would clear up soon. This situation had gone out of control. The weeks she spent with her father, had already influenced her mind far too much. She could hardly trust herself anymore. At this rate, she had to avoid him as much as possible.