Heaven or Hell
by MicaMeesha
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Incest Sex Story: Mica and her dad find themselves at the gates of hell and then heaven. They have to choose; one way involves sex, the other doesn't.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Demons Incest Father Daughter .
There was a sort of flash, and I was standing in front of a desk, more of a podium to be honest. I looked around; it was all misty and blurry. Dad was beside me, and there was a man wearing a white dinner suit behind the podium. He ushered us forward.
“Mica and Mikhail,” he said.
“Er, yes, that’s us,” I said.
“Oh. I wasn’t asking; I was addressing. I know who you are.”
Well now. That is good for him. “Okay, and who are you? Where are we, and why are we here?”
“Oh, that is easy. I work for Mr Morningstar, front of house so to speak. Here is the entrance to his establishment, Hell, and why, well, obviously you have ceased to be.”
Oh. Well, that’s a bummer.
“But I have never done anything wrong. Why am I here? Why is Dad here?”
“Can you play a harp, or can either of you?”
“Er no,” I answered.
He shrugged. “Well, there you are then. Pretty much only harpists are up there now with him. It must be sickly up there with bloody harp music twanging on all the time.”
“What about all those devout monk types? They must be up there?”
“Oh no, we have a special room just for them. No one wants to mix with them; what could be worse?”
“So, how long will we be here? I mean, what happens next?”
“You will be here forever, obviously, until his narcissistic self declares that it is Decision Day.”
“Decision Day, isn’t it called The Rapture or something?”
“Not here it isn’t; it is Decision Day.”
“What happens then?” I was getting curious. I was pretty sure that I should really have been upset that I was dead and scared for the future. I mean, hell, really?
“On Decision Day, He brings everybody together into one spot, and I do mean one singular spot, and then decides, Repeat or end.”
“Repeat or end? What does that mean?
“Well, so far it has always been repeat rather than end. End means exactly that, the end of everything. Repeat means we start over. Pompous self-important, egotistical, narcissistic bald man declares that there is light, there is a sort of bang, and off we go, new everything.”
“You’re not a fan of his then?”
“Oh? Whatever gave you that idea?”
“And when was the last time?”
“In your timeline? Thirteen billion seven hundred million five hundred thousand two hundred and thirty-three years ago tomorrow. Just after four fifteen in the afternoon, if I recall correctly.”
“And if he decides ‘end’?”
“Well, obviously, nothing, oblivion, no life. But he won’t do that; he needs things to worship him. He is a narcissist, you know. Oh, and he likes harp music. Thinks it is the best thing mankind has ever invented. So, no, there will never be ‘The End’.
“How long has this been going on? How many bangs?”
“Oh, since he decided to invent matter to keep himself company. Forever basically, and how many times? Think of the biggest number you can, and it is more than double that.”
“So what happens now, for us, I mean?”
“Well, shortly a door will turn up and you go through it, and then that is it; that’s your new place until the magical reboot by his wonderlessness up there.”
“What do we do? What do we eat? How do we, you know, live?”
“Do? Whatever you want. Eat? None of that up here. Can you imagine the sewage issues for every being that ever lived if they ate? Oh no. None of that eating and drinking nonsense. Live? You’ll just be forever.”
“Oh. Er, well, I suppose we can just make love and stuff, I suppose.”
“Make love? Oh, you make me laugh. Look down at yourself.”
For the first time I realised I was naked. I looked down; no nipples on my boobs, and below that, nothing, not even a little crease at the top of my legs. I looked across at Dad; he had no dick or balls, just nothing.
“What? What the hell?”
“Exactly. No need for them to be there if you don’t need them. No eating, so no defecating, no urinating, and no need for sex organs if you aren’t makin bacin.”
“Oh my God.”
“Well, no, actually he isn’t, your God, I mean, he is his own, not yours. Oh, you’ll get the picture.”
I was lost for words. I don’t know what I expected, but it sure wasn’t this. I did know I expected to live a lot longer.
“How do we know what we can and can’t do?” Dad asked, “What are the rules?”
“Oh, there are no rules, you can do what you like.”
“What about crime?”
“No rules, so no crime.”
“So, anarchy rules?”
“You are not grasping the big picture. There are no rules.”
“Murder?”
“How can you kill someone that is already dead?”
“Demons? Will they torture us? Is it burning hot?”
“Have you seen the cost of fuel? No, it is set at a nice twenty-two degrees. The demons do their own thing; they won’t be bothering you.”
A door appeared to our right. It was white with eight panels and a black cast-iron lever-style handle.
“Okay, your time is up, and now you must enter your future.”
“And if we don’t?”
He faded away, and we were left alone. The clouds seemed to close in on us, and we edged closer to the door.
“Oh sod it,” Dad said and opened the door. We walked through.
I woke up with a start. Wow. Was that a dream or what? I lay there trying to remember as much as I could. I mean, it was so weird: white fluffy clouds, no sex. I mean, really, no sex? I was startled back to the present when Dad came into my room.
“Mica, I have just had the weirdest dream.”
“Me too, Dad. Mine had you and me in hell.”
Dad stood there for a moment and looked at me. “Really?” He asked, “I mean, entrance to hell, guy in a weird white dinner suit?”
“Hell, Dad, yes, and then all that no fanny or dick business, no bum, no eating.”
“No rules. How can we both have the same dream?”
“Well, we didn’t watch any TV last night, so couldn’t be anything there. Have we been hypnotised, I wonder?”
“But when? How, who by and why?”
“I have no idea.”
“Are you scared?”
“No. It wasn’t scary, just weird.”
“Where is Mum, and why wasn’t she in our dream, Dad? Why not?”
“She’s not here; I mean, I just woke up, and she wasn’t next to me. Hang on here, I’ll go and look.”
Dad turned around and left my room. Just at that point I realised he had been naked, and so was I, but then I always sleep naked, but I had been sat up, boobs out, talking to my dad. Dad came back up into my room.
“There’s a note on the kitchen table. She’s gone to Tesco, and then she’s going to Grans; she’ll be back later to do tea.”
“Oh. I think I need a cuddle, Daddy; that dream was too weird.”
Dad walked over and slid in beside me and put his arms around me, synching me in tightly. I murmured an appreciative ‘mm’ and pressed into him. His hand dropped and cupped my breast. Oh.
“Baby”, Dad said, “I have been thinking about that dream.”
“Yes, Daddy?” I reached across and put my hand around his dick. It was very hard, yet the skin around it was soft and squishy, which always surprised me; I always just thought the whole thing would be hard.
“I wonder if it was simply a sign for us, you know, that we should, well, do this?”
“Do what, Daddy?” I asked as I started to move my hand up and down, holding his dick skin but moving it over the inside bit.
“To make love whilst we can, because if we are going there, we won’t be able to, and I would forever regret that.”
“It seems forever is a very long time, Daddy,” I said as I moved my hand slower, pulling his skin all the way back so I could see his inside. The end of his dick popped out from behind the skin hiding it. It was a sort of ruddy colour, darker than blood. There was his little wee hole at the end and a crease of skin from below that to where the skin was pulled back to. It had a rim around it. I ran a fingernail around the rim, and Daddy shivered.
“Ooh, that is nice baby.”
I know what to do. I mean, I have the internet. I have just never found anyone I particularly wanted to do it with. I mean, my dad, obviously, but I always thought Dad was off limits, so never pursued him. Now it was just happening, and all after a very weird dream.
He turned to kiss me, his lips moist as they covered mine, his mouth opening and his tongue seeking mine. I shuffled and lay back on the bed, letting go of his dick, Daddy half over me, his mouth kissing and his hand exploring the secret place between my legs.
A finger brushed my nubbin, oh my. The finger then went down my valley, surprising me how wet I was there, and then circled my opening. Was he going to be the first man to enter? To explore my secrets?
I took his dick in my hand again and started to move his skin, up and down, revealing and hiding. The little hole at the end became wet with a bead of something. I used my thumb to smear it around the end of his dick, lubricating his rim. Dad made happy noises, and his finger entered me, slowly, not forcing, just slowly, deeper until his palm was resting on my valley, forcing my lips apart. He jiggled his finger. Oh my.
“Oh baby,” Dad said, “you feel like heaven to me.”
Shouldn’t my dad be saying things like that to Mum? “Oh, Daddy, that is so nice. Do you think if we learnt the harp, we would go to heaven?”
His finger was moving around inside me. It is such an odd sensation having your inside moved around, widened and relaxed again, especially when it is not you doing it. I loved the pressure against my valley as his finger worked its daddy magic inside me.
“Baby, heaven is only worth it if we can do this.”
There was a sort of flash, again, and we were in a misty cloud standing before a podium; the same guy as before was standing there in his white tuxedo.
“You two again,” he said.
“Yes. Why? Why are we here again?”
“What is the attraction of his place? Why do you want to go up there? I mean really? You would learn the harp just to go up there?”
“No. This place, Morningstar’s place, has no sex. Why would we want to come here? I mean, why?”
“But there is no need for sex, so why do it? That is why all the complications are taken away.”
“Why? You really are not human are you?”
“Of course not, I am an eternal.”
“Basically in the billions of years that you have lived, you have not had sex, not enjoyed the pleasure of another, not had an orgasm, not once?”
“No. Why would I?”
“And that explains it. You have no idea what it is to be human, to enjoy those pleasures, and if there is a single chance in a billion that upstairs still has sex, we are going to learn the harp.”
“It makes no sense.”
I walked up to the podium, rounded it and stood before him. I rubbed my hand over his crotch. Nothing. I took his hand and pressed it to my crotch – nothing for him to experience.
Stepping back, “What I have just done, in humans, causes pleasure. It enables us to survive the day, to get past the trauma of living, and the stress of life. It is far more than baby-making; it is everything to us.”
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