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My patience was completely gone now; I was working on rage. "I'm sorry, sir, but your confirmation number isn't in our system. And we're completely booked up for the holidays. We don't have any suitable rooms available." I mentally cursed my sister for deciding to get married on Christmas day, and planning a family reunion for the following week. At the same time, I wished I had gotten the flu instead of my wife, Jessica, so she could be dealing with all of this instead of me. Something the desk clerk said caught my attention. "Wait, what do you mean by 'suitable room'?" "Well, we have one empty room, but it's unavailable due to maintenance. The heater isn't working, the part's on back-order, and it gets quite cold at night. Plus, it's a single with a queen bed, and we don't have any roll- aways available." I looked at my 16-year-old daughter, thinking the same thing as the clerk. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to share a bed. At the same time, I was cold, wet and tired; I was willing to take anything. "Is it dry? Out of the weather? Do the shower and toilet work?" "Well, yes, sir, but..." "Fine, we'll take it." "But, sir, what about..." "Send up some extra blankets and pillows, and I'll sleep on the goddamned floor. Just give me the fucking key." "Y-yes, sir." I'm not a particularly overbearing man, but when I'm determined, I get an intense look in my eyes that will unsettle most opponents. Several minutes later, Tracy and I entered our room, a large corner room on the hotel's top floor. It would have been a stellar room, except that it felt only marginally warmer than the snowstorm outside. A flat screen TV on a dresser faced the queen-sized bed, a pair of armchairs and a small table filled one corner, while a desk and office chair sat in the opposite corner. "Fuck," I muttered, "I was really hoping for a sofa." Tracy heard me, and looked guiltily away. "I'm sorry about my language, sweetie." "It's okay, Daddy," she replied softly. We had tried to insulate Tracy from the worst elements of the world, enrolling her in a girls-only private school, limiting her access to the Internet and TV, encouraging her participation in sports, and trying to provide a wholesome home atmosphere. At times, I was worried we had gone too far, but nobody could argue with the fact that we had a beautiful, intelligent and well-mannered daughter as a result. And of course, she was the apple of my eye; there was nothing I could deny her. The hardest part for me was language. When I'm under stress, I could curse like a longshoreman, but I really tried to control this when Tracy was around. Today, I had dropped two F-bombs in her presence; as far as I could remember, this was the first time I had ever used that word around her. She looked back at me, and concern quickly filled her face. "Oh my gosh, Daddy, you're shivering so much!" I hadn't even noticed it, but now that she brought it to my attention, I could feel myself shaking. On the way across the parking lot, I had slipped and fell on a patch of ice, breaking the surface and sinking my backside into a puddle of ice-water. My pants were soaked as a result. Tracy ran into the bathroom, and I heard water running. She came back a moment later. "We have hot water, Daddy. Get in the shower and warm yourself up. I'll take care of things out here." Her look and manner allowed for no argument. I went into the bathroom, closed the door, stripped, and got in the shower. Within minutes, the shivering stopped and I started to feel human again. The heat from the shower warmed the room, and I seriously considered never getting out. "Are you okay, Daddy?" The voice came from the other side of the shower curtain. I was so startled that I nearly slipped and fell. "Um, yes, sweetie, I'm doing much better." "Okay, good. I think I figured something out in the room. But maybe we ought to stay in here." "I was thinking the same thing," I said with a chuckle. "But it might be a little crowded." "Yeah, you're probably right," she agreed. "I brought your PJs in for you. Make sure you dry yourself off really well when you get out." A moment later, I heard the door close. I finished the shower, towelled off thoroughly, and pulled on my flannel PJs. The change in temperature between the bathroom and the room was shocking, and I started shivering almost instantly. I looked on the floor for my improvised bed, but nothing was there. "Over here, Daddy." Tracy was sitting up in the bed, beckoning me. Down the middle of the bed was a bolster and some wadded-up blankets. "That side's yours," she said, gesturing to the empty half of the bed. "This is called 'bundling'. We learned about it in school - prior to the 20th century, it was a common way for people who were betrothed to share a bed without risking intimate contact. This bed's plenty big enough for both of us." I was sold. I climbed into the bed and pulled up the covers. We watched a little TV, and then turned out the lights and went to sleep. *** "Daddy?" "Hmmm?" "I'm so cold, Daddy." "Mmm." Cold. Yes, it's cold. "Can I get closer to you, Daddy?" Closer. Body heat. Warm. Yes. "Uh-huh." Something cold and bulky moving away from me, then something else moving closer. Something soft and warm. Someone. Snuggled up in front of me, pushing against me, spooning. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer. "Mmmmm, thank you, Daddy. That's so much better." "Mmmm." Sleep. *** Gradually, I became aware of the rhythmic motion and heavy breathing. I could feel her rocking back and forth, as well as the heat and moisture on my rigid cock. As I woke a bit more, I could feel her pussy lips sliding along the top of my cock, and the head barely catching at the opening of her slit, stimulating her clit. Hmmm, I thought groggily, feels like Jessie's a little horny tonight. I decided to move things to the next level. The next time her pussy slid to the tip of my cock and started back down, I moved my hips to change the angle. In one move, my cock slid into the tight, warm sheath, past an unexpected resistance, buried deep. "OW!" a young voice cried. "Jessie?" I asked, still half asleep. "Daddy? That hurt." "TRACY?!" Suddenly, I was wide awake. Holy shit, I thought, that's Tracy. My daughter. I'm in my daughter! Shit!!! "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," I said, and started to pull my hips back. "NO!" she cried, pushing herself back on me. I froze again. "Don't move, daddy. It still hurts too much." She reached down and began to rub her mons, her fingers running alongside my cock where it entered her. "It hurts more when you move. Ow!" I winced in sympathetic pain, even though the sensations I was feeling from her hand and pussy were anything but painful to me. "Tracy, what happened? What were you doing?" "I'm sorry, Daddy. When I woke up, it was sticking out of your pajamas and between my legs. I started to move away, but then it felt so good when I moved against it, that I shifted back. The I did it again, and again, and again. And then I thought if it felt good through my panties, it would feel better without them, so I took them off. And it did feel so much better. But then it went in, and it felt like something sort of ripped. Was that my cherry, Daddy?" "Yes, sweetheart. I'm so sorry. I was still half asleep, and I thought you were your mother. I-I'm so sorry, sweetie. I shouldn't have taken your virginity. That should have been saved for someone special." "Well, if that's the case, then there's nothing wrong. You're the most special person in my life, Daddy." She reached up to my arms, still wrapped around her body, and hugged them to her. But it wasn't just her arms hugging me. I felt her muscles in her warm, tight pussy squeeze my cock at the same time. It felt wonderful, and I knew that if I didn't end this incestuous connection immediately, I might never do it. "Thank you, honey, but we need to stop this. And I mean now." Her hand slid back down and started rubbing her mons again. She sighed. "Okay, Daddy, but I still feel kind of tender down there. Let me do it, okay?" She started to slowly move away from me, and I felt myself sliding out of her, one millimeter at a time. The feeling was exquisite, and it took all my willpower to keep from slamming myself back into my daughter. Finally, the head of my cock was all that was left inside her, and I began to gently move my hips back. At that moment, my sweet, innocent daughter shoved her hips back towards me, burying my cock in her again. "Tracy!? What are you doing?" "It started to hurt again, Daddy. Right there at the end, it hurt really bad, like it's bigger there. I thought I should start over to keep it from hurting." "Honey, think for a minute. That's not going to help. Just slide off me like a good girl." "Okay, I'll try." Her hand was still moving over her mons, but seemed to be drifting a little higher up. Funny, the ache must have moved, I thought. It shouldn't hurt up by her clit. All other thoughts left my head as she started to move her hips away from me, a little quicker than before. But again, she reversed her motion before I was completely out of her. "Ooh, it still hurts. Let me try again." "Tracy, enough. I know what you're doing." I felt a change in her demeanor. Her hand shifted again slightly, and was openly focused on her clit. She began shifting her hips forward and backward. "Really, Daddy? What am I doing?" she asked in an innocent, coquettish voice. "You're fucking me," I grunted. I shifted my hips back to try and disengage from her, but they shifted back towards her on their own. "Yes, Daddy," she gasped, in time to the shifting of my hips, "and now you're fucking me. Do you want to stop?" My hands were on her hips, to push her off of me. For some reason, they were pulling her onto me instead. My sanity left me, my morals disappeared, and I embraced eternal damnation. "No, I don't," I groaned. At that moment, I was able to pull out of her. I rolled her onto her back and climbed between her open legs. Her hands found my cock and guided it into its new, willing sheath. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, I love your cock." Her words lit a fire in me, and I began pumping into her, burying my cock to the hilt with each thrust. Her legs came up behind me and she linked her feet behind my ass, using them to help force me into her. I looked down on her, and watched my baby girl in the throes of wanton passion. She locked her eyes with mine, and began to grunt "fuck me, Daddy" over and over. I felt my sperm rising, and a last shred of sanity told me to pull out. But when I tried, her legs drove me back into her and held me there. Her chanting changed to "cum in me, Daddy." I was lost. I cried out as I came, pumping my seed deep into her, my cock pulsing again and again. The expression on her face changed from desire to victory. "Yes, Daddy, fill me up, fill me up," she moaned. Her pussy milked me of every drop; even as I began to soften, she held me in place with her legs until my limp cock slid out of her. Then she released me, and I collapsed to her side. "Tracy," I gasped, "what the hell just happened?" She was breathing heavy, as well. "It's for school, Daddy," she said. "There's a Young Mothers club at school, and you have to be pregnant to join. All my friends are in it now, and they talk about it all the time, and it sounds like they have so much fun, dressing dolls and practicing for their babies. And so I wanted to join, so I asked them for their advice. "Angela and Rebecca said their Dads helped, and I thought that was perfect, because I don't know any other boys. So I made Mom pancakes with some rotten eggs for breakfast yesterday morning so she'd think she had the flu, and so we would be alone during this trip. And I called and cancelled the reservation for two rooms so we'd have to share one. And I'm ovulating this week, so the timing is perfect. "I might even be pregnant already, cuz it felt like you put a lot in me just now, but we need to fuck every night this week, just to be sure. Probably two or three times a night, cuz once the pain went away, it felt really really good. Ooh, Daddy, can we fuck in the daytime? Is that okay? I think I'd like fucking you in the daytime. "It just sounds naughty. And do you know what 'cummy- linkus' and 'fillay show' is? Rebecca said she and her Dad do that all the time, and it feels almost as good as fucking. She still fucks her Dad even though she's already pregnant because he likes it as much as she does. "I really liked fucking you, Daddy. Did you like fucking me? Can we try 'cummy-linkus' and 'fillay show' now, Daddy? And then fuck again? Please, Daddy, can we fuck again?" I lay there, listening to her, knowing that no matter how wrong it was, no matter the consequences, I would fuck my darling beautiful daughter, the apple of my eye, pumping her full of incestuous seed until she carried my child, again and again and again. For I can deny her nothing. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 85