Three
With my back firm against the wall, I listen to her throw up her breakfast through the door. It’s the second day in a row it’s happened. Yesterday, I convinced myself that the food was bad and didn’t sit right in her stomach.
But now, my mind races with the possibility that I have impregnated my daughter. Birth control wasn’t something I considered when I started fucking her. Given the timeline, I had to have planted my seed that first night.
I run my hand through my hair, a sliver of fear twisting in my heart. The evidence of what I’ve been doing to her growing in her belly. My cock twitches at the image of her swollen with my child.
The door swings up and Ella steps out, wiping at her mouth. Her eyes are watery when she looks up at me. Uncertainty shining in them as she slumps into my opened arms. I stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head.
“Ella, are you pregnant?” I ask her softly.
A sob escapes her throat, and she hugs me tighter. “I don’t know, Daddy. Maybe.”
I shush her before picking her up. Her legs wrap around me and I have to force myself to not harden against her body as I carry her to the living room. I sit down on the couch, running my hand down her back as she cries.
“It’ll be okay,” I say, not enjoying the drops of her tears on my throat. My baby is hurting and it’s my fault, but she doesn’t know that.
She sniffles and leans back. “I don’t remember grad night. And I think maybe… I don’t know. I woke up sore.”
I nod, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’m going to grab us some tests, okay?”
Ella’s eyes water again, but she climbs off my lap so I can stand. She curls into a fetal position on the couch, her arms wrapped around herself. It makes her seem so tiny, a reminder of how young my little girl is.
It’s hard to leave her there and run to the corner store. I grab a few tests and a bottle of prenatals, already knowing what the result will show. Then I grab some ginger ale and crackers. I’ve already been through this once with Ella’s mother, I know what to expect for the next few weeks.
The cashier doesn’t blink an eye as he rings me up. And I’m glad it’s one of the teenage punks who couldn’t give a shit about anyone else. If it had been one of the older ladies who occasionally works, half the town would know by the time I made it home.
Ella is asleep when I get back and I shake her shoulder. “Come on, sweetheart.”
Her eyes blink awake and she stares at the pink box in my hand in horror. “What if it’s positive?”
I kiss her forehead. “Then we’ll figure it out, okay?”
I smile at the sound of her cooking breakfast. After the test, we got her into the gynecologist the following week and confirmed the pregnancy. She had only been a few weeks along, but her eyes lit up at the ultrasound picture the tech printed out.
It’s been a couple months, she’s nearly into her second trimester. We decided she would rescind her admission to college and stay home. I haven’t dared drug her again since we found out, I wasn’t sure if it would harm the baby. But my cock aches to feel the depths of her again. I decided a few days ago I would have to convince her that we were meant to be together.
Walking into the kitchen, I move behind her and wrap my arm around her belly. There’s barely a noticeable bump unless you’re looking for it. I span my hand to hold the bump, knowing my child is growing there.
Ella giggles, flipping the eggs before turning in my arms. “There’s coffee–”
I drop to my knees, cradling her waist as I press my face into her belly. I kiss the small sliver of exposed skin above her pants. Her stomach flexes and she inhales a sharp breath.
Looking up at her, I rub at her tiny bump and smile. “He’s getting bigger.”
Ella blinks down at me a moment before smiling. “You’re still convinced I’m having a boy?”
I stand, brushing a soft kiss against her lips like I usually do before stepping back. “Yeah, I’ve always wanted a son. I think you’ll give it to me.”
She rolls her eyes before returning to the food. She never takes my comments seriously. I move to the counter, leaning against it as I watch her. Ella glances at me a few times, her cheeks turning a light pink.
“What are you looking at?” she asks.
“You’re glowing with my baby,” I tell her and she laughs, waving me off as she turns off the stove. She loads the eggs and pancakes she made onto plates and brings them to the table. Before she can walk to the other side, I snatch her around her waist and pull her onto my lap.
I kiss the small space behind her ear and squeeze at her side. “As you get bigger, you should start relaxing more. Daddy can take all of this for you.”
She fidgets for a few seconds, realizing I’m not going to let her go, and finally relaxes against me. I smile, cutting up the food and bringing it to her mouth. Her lips wrap around the fork and she eats what I have to offer. My cock twitches in my pants. I’ve never taken her mouth during any of my nights with her, too afraid to risk asphyxiation.
Ella allows me to feed her a few bites before she blushes and looks down at me. “I think I’m capable of doing this by myself. I barely remember I’m pregnant half the time.”
My hand moves to rest on her bump and I shake my head. “I don’t. I think about it all day, especially when I see your swollen belly.”
She frowns. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I ask, my head tilting to the side.
“For getting pregnant so young. I know this isn’t what we planned for my life,” she admits sadly.
My heart skips. I place the fork down and turn her. Ella straddles me, her brow quivers in confusion at how I placed her. I cup her face, my thumb stroking her cheek.
“It might not have been planned, but I already love this baby,” I tell her.
Ella’s face softens. “Really?”
I nod. “Yeah, I can’t wait to be a daddy again.”
She smiles, throwing her arms around my neck as she giggles. “Well, grandpa.”
Slipping my hand into her hair, I pull her to me and press a soft kiss on her lips. It’s only a brief brush, but she stills in my hold. I press a second kiss and then pull away, dropping my hands to rub at the sides of her thighs.
“How about we do something special today?” I ask her.
Ella stares at me warily. “What?”
“How about I pamper you like the princess you are?” I say, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
Her lips pull inward and she bites down on her bottom lip. Her little nose scrunches and I have to fight the erection threatening to swell. I pull her closer and hold on tight as I stand with her in my arms.
Ella lets out a little squeak. “What are you doing?”
“Trust me, sweetheart. Daddy is going to take care of you.”
I carry to my bedroom and set her on the bed before grabbing a towel from my bathroom. Tossing it next to her, I search through the cabinet under my sink before finding the scented oil her mother used to love. Then I dig through the hallway closest and find one of Ella’s favorite candles and the speaker that connects to her phone.
She watches me curiously as I place everything on the nightstand and move to close the curtains. It blankets the room in a soft darkness before I move back and light the candle.
“Pick your favorite music,” I whisper to her as I spread out the towel on my bed.
“I don’t understand,” she says, her shaky voice making me pause.
I stand before her, resting my hands on her knees. “I did this for your mother when she was pregnant with you. I think you’ll enjoy it.”
Her wide eyes blink up at me and she nods slowly. I kiss her forehead and grasp her hands, pulling her off the bed.
“The oil will stain your clothes, so you need to remove them,” I tell her.
She blushes. “I don’t have anything underneath.”
I shrug. “You don’t have to be shy with me.”
Ella watches me as I strip out of my shirt and pants, leaving me in my black briefs. I give her the privacy of my back and turn toward the nightstand to pick a random station on her music app and play it on the lowest setting.
There’s a soft rustling, and I know she’s baring herself. I fight my urge to turn around and watch, instead grabbing the oil and twisting the cap off.
“Is it okay if I lay down on my front?” she asks.
I nod and glance over my shoulder as she climbs back on the mattress. The sight of her ass and tiny peek of her pussy as she crawls over the towel, sends blood straight to my cock.
Following her onto the bed, I kneel on either side of her thighs and gently pour some of the oil along her spine. She shivers at the first touch of the shiny liquid. I cap the bottle and toss it next to me before leaning down to start her massage. Her skin is soft and body pliable as I press my palms and thumbs into the muscles of her back.
Ella lets out a small groan as I make my way down to her lower back.
“Feel good?” I ask.
She hums in approval, and I smile. I linger above her ass for a moment before working my way back up and along her sides. She lifts her arms above her head and my fingers brush across the sides of her breasts before moving to knead at her shoulders.
I wait for her to comment, but she remains silent. So when I start my path back down, I graze by her breasts again. My cock thickens as I pass the mounds I love to play with and to her waist. I adjust my stance above her, moving down to follow with my hands. She only flinches for a second before relaxing as I cup her ass, my thumbs digging into the lush flesh.
I don’t linger and move further to the small apex above her legs. Pressing down at the junction between her cheek and her thigh, Ella gasps. I don’t let up, pressing my thumbs down in circles at the tissue and letting the tips skim the folds right under her taint.
It’s inappropriate to be so close to that forbidden hole, but I’m desperate and I’m going to push my baby girl as far as she’ll let me. I play there for a few moments, my cock aching with how hard it is. A few times her legs shift, and I wonder if she can feel the heavy shaft throbbing in my briefs.
Finally, I move off and tap her foot. “Flip over.”
Ella stiffens. “Are you sure?”
“Positive, sweetheart.”
She follows my instructions, covering her breasts with one arm in a shy attempt to hide from me. I don’t comment as I kneel over again and grab the bottle. I pour more oil on her stomach, watching it dip in satisfaction as it splashes over her belly button. When I’m satisfied with the amount, I toss the bottle one last time and look up at her flushed face.
“Drop your arms, Ella.”
I don’t wait for her response as I start to rub the lubricant over her waist and up to her ribcage. She swallows and only moves once my hands are at the underside of her breasts. I lick my lips when her hard nipples are exposed, my mouth watering for a taste.
Her breath catches when I palm her perfect tits, massaging them in my hands as my thumbs circle her taut buds.
“D-daddy?” Her tiny voice stutters.
I shush her. “I’m going to take care of you. Be a good girl, Ella. Let Daddy make you feel good.”
She doesn’t speak again as I spend a few moments playing with her breasts. I slide my hands along her stomach and rest in the small area above her pussy. Her eyes are squeezed shut as I drag my hand down and pull her leg open. I shift to have a knee in the space as my fingers glide down and I swipe up her center.
I lean over, pulling a nipple into my mouth as I slip a finger inside her and circle her clit with my thumb.
“Ngh. Daddy,” Ella cries out, her legs trying to close but I use my body to block the motion. I add another finger and pump them in her as I suckle at her breast. Her breathing is ragged as I work her.
I watch as tears leak from the corners of her eyes and her hands twist in the sheets. Her pussy tightens around my fingers and I switch to her other breast, biting it softly as I finger fuck her faster.
Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as her body shakes. I’m unable to look away as I watch my daughter come. A little squeak escapes her throat as the ecstasy rolls through her. I remove my fingers and push my briefs down, freeing my cock.
Stroking my massive shaft with her juices, I settle between her hips and thrust inside. I drop my palms on either side of her head as I snap my hips in short, quick jabs till I’m buried to the hilt.
Ella is panting under me, her watery eyes staring up. I kiss her mouth briefly before pulling away. Her chin trembles as I pull out a few inches before pushing forward. I fuck her at a gentle pace for a few strokes, grinding my pelvis against her swollen clit. Her pussy is gripping my cock like a fist, a combination of her mess and the oil dripping between us.
“Does it feel good, Ella?” I ask, huskily.
She doesn’t answer as I pick up my thrusts, pushing as deep as I can every time I’m fully sheathed.
“Tell Daddy you like his cock inside you,” I grunt out.
Ella shakes her head, tears streaming down the sides of her face. I kiss her, moving my lips harshly against hers. She doesn”t reciprocate, so I kneel back, hooking her knees around my elbows and pounding into her tight cunt. It clasps down on my cock and I moan.
“Fuck, Ella. You feel so good. Tell Daddy thank you for putting a baby inside you.”
Her pussy spasms around me and I fuck her harder.
“B-baby?” she asks.
I nod, looking down to watch myself slide in and out of my daughter. “You took Daddy’s cum so well while you slept. I made sure you were full of it often. I didn’t think you had such a fertile womb, but I’m not disappointed. Daddy is going to put a lot of babies in you.”
Ella tightens further around me, her legs shaking as she fights the urge to come. I laugh, dropping one of them to play with her clit.
“You like that, don’t you? You want Daddy to breed you?”
She explodes on my cock, gripping it so tightly I pause my thrusts. I groan, following her release and spilling inside her. I push through the spasming tight walls, spurting my cum as far as I can her pussy. Her breasts quiver as she comes down from her high, her hooded eyes staring up at me.
I swallow, trying to catch my breath. “That feel good, baby?”
Ella only wavers for a second before she gives me a small nod. I drop her other leg and move us onto our sides, pulling her tiny body against mine. Not letting the doubts consume her again, I kiss her, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She stills for a moment as I devour her freely before I feel the slight movement as she starts to kiss me back.
We stay like that, lost in ourselves for a while before I pull back and rest my forehead against hers.
“Now tell Daddy that he can take this pussy anytime he wants.”