Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Kat was lying on the floor by the fireplace. It was a good day to lie in front of a fire. A cold front had swept in overnight bringing snow, wind, and dull gray clouds. The crackling wood, the flickering light, the smell of wood smoke all made Kat feel safe and warm and a little sleepy. She would stay awake because her new favorite show was about to come on. It was only on the third episode but already there were witches, dragons, and knights scheming to save the princess or do her in.
Kat was tall and thin. Her auburn hair was cut short. It wasn't obvious as she lay there but her breasts were swollen with milk meant for her son. Under her skirt, her pubic hair was trimmed. Enough remained to show she was a natural redhead. Her labia were long and shaved so they wouldn't get damp and smelly.
She was wearing her Daddy's favorite dress. It was a green and blue plaid. The skirt was wide and full of pleats. The top was more fitted but still loose. Two thin shoulder straps were all that prevented it from falling off when she stood. The effect was an innocent but sexy 1950s housewife.
Kat felt the dress being lifted and automatically raised her hips. Daddy had taught her to do that many years ago. Kat was almost 30 now. Her dress had been lifted and her hips raised many times.
She knew it wasn't Daddy. He had stopped lifting her dress years ago. Daddy liked the younger ones. Kat hoped the stranger would be quick so she didn't miss too much of her show. She also hoped he would cum in her bum. Her son was only 6 months old and Kat didn't want to get pregnant again so soon.
Getting pregnant was a matter of chance. She wasn't on birth control. None of the women were. Daddy didn't allow it. A baby cried in another room. Kat knew it was her son but she didn't try to go to him. One of her older sisters would comfort him and change his diaper or give him a bottle of mommy's milk.
There were three babies in the house with another on the way. Two of the six Other Women in the house had babies and the third was pregnant. Four more children were toddlers or older, including Kat's daughter who was two. Her oldest sister had two children, both in school. Her middle sister had one boy in pre-school.
The stranger was inside of her. There had been no foreplay. It didn't matter. Her bum and vagina had been stretched by hundreds of men. Most of their things went in with no problem even without lube. She felt the stranger cum and smiled. Her show hadn't started yet.
Kat's mother had been kind and tender, emotionally close to her children. Then she would withdraw without warning, turning into a cold, distant person. Kat loved the closeness and craved it when her mother turned away. Now her mother was gone. It had been 16 years since the funeral.
Her father was not emotionally close but he was the physical one. He would always hug his children, swing them around, put them on his shoulders, play horsie, tickle them, push them on the swing. After her mother died, Kat clung to her father trying to replace some of her mother's emotional warmth. She would do anything for her father.
When she was 18, Daddy taught her to raise her hips when her dress was lifted. He was the first one to poke her. For the first month, Daddy was the only one who lifted her dress. He poked her almost every morning. His thing wasn't real big but it hurt until she got stretched out.
Then Daddy let another man lift her dress and poke her. And another. And another. She didn't object. It made her feel good knowing all those men wanted her. And it pleased Daddy.
It didn't take very long for her to realize the men were paying Daddy to lift her dress. It was about the same time that Kat found out her two sisters were doing the same thing. She was crushed. Kat had thought she was Daddy's special girl.
