A Daughter's Son (2023 Revision)

“Oh my, sweet Jesus!” I gasped as I read the test results again. The plus sign was still shining bright, indicating that I was pregnant. But the question that plagued my mind was who the father could be. I hadn’t been with anyone except my own son, and that realization sent shivers down my spine.

The thought of carrying my own son’s child was both thrilling and terrifying. I couldn’t believe that I had let myself get into this situation. But then again, it had been almost two years since I had been with anyone, and my body was craving for some attention.

Maybe it was my own fault for telling him to come inside me and make me pregnant. But deep down, I knew that the root of my problem went much deeper than that. It had to do with my childhood and my relationship with my father.

Growing up in a broken home with a cheating father had left a deep scar on my psyche. And now, as I faced the consequences of my actions, I couldn’t help but wonder if my past had led me to this moment.

But I couldn’t dwell on it now. I had bigger problems to deal with. I needed to figure out how to tell my son that he was going to be a father and how to navigate this forbidden love that we shared.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but wonder how I had ended up in this situation. But one thing was for sure, I was going to do everything in my power to make it work. For the sake of our love and our child.

Damn, as I gaze into the mirror, I catch a glimpse of my younger self. A teenage girl, full of wonder and curiosity, staring back at me. Memories flood my mind, and I can’t help but reminisce about the summer that changed everything.

My body transformed before my very eyes, my curves blossoming into a voluptuous figure that left men drooling. My breasts, once a modest B-cup, grew into a full D-cup, leaving me feeling both proud and embarrassed.

But it wasn’t just my body that was changing. My hormones were raging, and I found myself drawn to the forbidden fruit of love and lust. It was that same summer that I fell pregnant with Jimmy, a secret that I’ve kept hidden for far too long.

After my mother left, my life took a turn for the worse. My father, desperate for money, married into a wealthy family, only to be left with nothing when the divorce was finalized. We were forced to move in with my uncle Tim, a notorious womanizer who had a reputation for seducing any woman who crossed his path.

I’ll never forget the day they brought home Lena, a young and beautiful woman who oozed sex appeal. Her sultry voice and seductive gaze left me feeling both envious and aroused.

As she flirted with my uncle and father, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Why did she get to live a life of freedom and pleasure while I was stuck in this suffocating household?

But as I watched her work her magic, I realized that Lena was no ordinary woman. She was a master of seduction, using her body and her words to get what she wanted. And in that moment, I knew that I wanted to be just like her - a woman who was unafraid to embrace her sexuality and live life on her own terms.

“Hey there, darling. Pray tell, who might you be?”

“Oh, um - this is my, um - enchanting daughter, Maggie, you see...”

“Goodness gracious, you don’t appear old enough to have a daughter as alluring as her.”

“Hey, Father, who might this captivating creature be?”

“This is Lena, my dear. She will be gracing us with her presence tonight. By the way, isn’t your brother enjoying himself by the pool?”

“Yes, indeed.”

“Well, would you be so kind as to fetch him for me? We are about to be preoccupied.”

“I suppose I can oblige.”

Preoccupied? Oh, what an understatement that was!

“By the way, if you handle it with care, you can drive my exquisite Monte Carlo - and there’s a generous sum of twenty dollars on the front seat as well. We will be, um, occupied with some housework, and you know how your little brother tends to get in the way all the time - so could you do us a tremendous favor and perhaps take him to see a movie or something after you pick him up, keeping him away from the house for a while - would you be so kind?”

“Yes, of course, Uncle Tim.”

Daddy and Uncle Tim were absolutely terrible at concealing their true intentions, especially when it came to their favorite pastime - seducing women. It was a marvel that they were even able to attract a woman in the first place. Even at the tender age of twenty, I was well aware of their ulterior motives. I wasn’t that innocent, and besides, Ricky’s swimming class still had another hour and a half to go.

“Johnny, my man, your daughter has the most magnificent pair of breasts I have ever seen on a young lady. Seriously, how old is she? Fifteen or something?”

“Yeah, she’s got quite the rack...”

“She’s twenty, and those D-cups are going to cause some serious trouble around here soon! I’ve been telling him that!”

Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to sneak Uncle Tim’s car down the street for a short distance. Then, I quietly made my way back to the house and slipped through my bedroom window, eager to eavesdrop on their conversation.

By the time I returned, they were all gathered around, sipping on their drinks, and discussing - of all things - my breasts. How crude! But being the nosy little creature that I was, I remained hidden in my room, continuing to listen in on their lewd exchange.

“I’m telling you, man, those big tits are nothing but trouble!”

“You don’t have to tell me about tits, Tim. Hell! They’re already causing me problems. The girl has gone up two bra sizes in the last couple of months. Talk about...”

“You’re kidding me! Did they really grow that big all at once? Hell! I bet your horny old self is enjoying every bit of it, huh? You’ve always been a lover of big breasts!”

“Fuck! What? You’re not just messing with me, are you?”

Little did I suspect that what I was about to hear would forever alter the course of my life.

“The other night, she walked out without a bra on, and those massive beauties were just bouncing all over the place. I nearly lost control, Tim!”

My father, my own father, had become aroused by me - by me! And I had no idea!

“I had to excuse myself right in the middle of Dallas and relieve the tension, I swear to you. Hell, I still don’t even know who the fuck shot J.R.!”

It was a moment that would forever be etched in my mind. The sight of my father and his brother, both with their impressive members on full display, taking turns with the sultry woman on the coffee table. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disgust and arousal all at once.

As I watched, my body trembled with a mix of emotions. The way they moved, the way they groaned, it was all so primal and raw. And yet, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing deep within me.

I knew it was wrong, but the sight of my father’s impressive member had me yearning for more. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have him inside me, to feel his hot breath on my skin.

Despite my revulsion, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the scene before me. The way they moved, the way they touched each other, it was all so erotic and forbidden.

And as my father finally reached his climax, shooting his hot seed all over the woman’s face and breasts, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing deep within me. A longing that I knew could never be fulfilled, but one that I couldn’t help but crave.

It was a moment that would forever be etched in my mind, a moment of forbidden desire and erotic longing. And as I left the room, my body trembling with a mix of emotions, I knew that I would never be the same again.

He confessed that he couldn’t resist himself after witnessing the mesmerizing sight of my bouncing breasts that fateful night. It repulsed me at first, but a wicked thought crept into my mind - was he fantasizing about releasing his desire all over my ample bosom while pleasuring himself during that steamy Dallas episode? Would he seize the opportunity if I presented it to him?

Somewhere in that moment, I became aware of the dampness between my thighs, a wetness that couldn’t be attributed to mere urine. I came face to face with the undeniable truth that the idea excited me, sending my heart racing, and I spent the next hour battling a mixture of arousal and nausea.

Later that evening, I found myself gazing into the mirror of my closet, marveling at how my body seemed to be transforming at an alarming rate. Not only were my breasts growing larger, but judging by my profile, my derriere was expanding to accommodate two teenage girls.

“Damn! Look at my voluptuous ass!”

I could eventually learn to embrace my ample bosom, but my posterior - oh my! I was only twenty years old, yet I resembled a fifteen-year-old with the behind of a thirty-year-old mother of four - it was absurd. Let me be the first to express my gratitude to my mother for passing down her “fabulous” genes in that department.

Fuck! I couldn’t help but wonder if my father had a penchant for curvaceous derrieres as well. He had been infatuated with my mother, who possessed colossal breasts and a posterior so ample that one could hide semi-trucks behind it without a trace. And what about Lena - the seductress currently occupying our couch in the hallway, emanating the scent of sex and whiskey? She was soft around the edges, bordering on what some might consider overweight - and yet, my father and Uncle Tim ravished her relentlessly for hours.

Perhaps my father was merely teasing Uncle Tim, attempting to gross him out - they often engaged in such banter. Maybe he wasn’t serious about pleasuring himself after catching a glimpse of me.

As the initial revulsion began to fade, curiosity started to consume me. I couldn’t help but wonder - and wonder enough to entertain the possibility that I was indeed desirable, rather than just the subject of a tasteless joke.

“What do you want from me, my love?” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

“Tell me, who is that woman sleeping on the couch out there?” I asked, my eyes locked on his.

“Trust me, my sweet, you don’t want to know,” he replied, his hand reaching out to caress my cheek.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of another woman in his home, but I pushed it aside, focusing on the man in front of me.

“What are you doing, my love?” I asked, my eyes tracing the lines of his chiseled body.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

I couldn’t help but feel a rush of desire at the sight of him, his muscles rippling as he moved.

“Admiring yourself, it looks like - don’t know why though,” I teased, my fingers trailing down his chest.

“Admiring? Far from it, my love,” he replied, his eyes darkening with desire.

I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of what was to come, my body aching for his touch.

As we lay together, our bodies entwined, I couldn’t help but wonder about the secrets he kept hidden from me. But in that moment, all that mattered was the love we shared, the passion that burned between us.

“Tell me, my love, do you think my breasts are too big?” I asked, my fingers tracing the curves of my body.

The look on his face was priceless as I revealed myself to him, his eyes widening with desire.

“No, my sweet, they are perfect,” he replied, his hands reaching out to caress me.

As we explored each other’s bodies, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the power I held over him. And as we lay together, our bodies entwined, I knew that nothing could ever come between us.

“Stop it, Maggie!” Ricky’s voice trembled with a mix of desire and frustration. “Get away, I don’t want to see them - stop it!”

But Maggie was relentless, her eyes filled with a mischievous glimmer. “Pull your shirt up and prove it,” she taunted, her voice dripping with seduction. “Prove you don’t have a boner, come on, turd! It’s not like I haven’t seen your weenie before, damn!”

Ricky’s resistance weakened as Maggie’s words danced in his ears, igniting a fire within him. “Stop, I said,” he pleaded, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. “I’m going to go tell Dad on you, dang it!”

A wicked smile curved on Maggie’s lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against Ricky’s ear. “And I’ll tell him I caught you wanking off to me,” she whispered, her voice filled with a dangerous allure. “How about that, you little turd? Just show me, damn it!”

Maggie’s words stirred a mix of curiosity and forbidden desire within Ricky. Memories of their innocent childhood days flooded his mind, when they would bathe together, blissfully unaware of the desires that would one day consume them. But now, years later, he found himself unprepared for what he was about to witness.

“Oh, damn it, Ricky,” Maggie gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. “Where the fucking hell did that come from?”

Ricky’s heart raced as he struggled to find an explanation. “What are you talking about, huh?” he stammered, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and arousal. “I told you I didn’t have any dang boner!”

But deep down, Ricky knew the truth. It was genetics, the same set that had blessed Maggie with her voluptuous curves and alluring assets. And now, it seemed, it had bestowed upon him an evidently larger than normal man-package.

Their eyes locked, a potent mixture of desire and forbidden longing passing between them. In that moment, they both knew that the boundaries of their relationship had forever been shattered.

I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. His eyes widened in surprise, but a mischievous grin played on his lips.

“Oh, you want to see it at its full glory, huh?” he teased, his voice dripping with seduction. He began to stroke himself, his hand moving up and down his length, causing my breath to hitch in anticipation.

I watched, captivated, as his member grew harder and thicker in his hand. The veins pulsated, tracing a path along his shaft, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The way he handled himself with confidence and skill only heightened my arousal.

His moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed in my ears. I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs, aching for his touch. The air crackled with an undeniable tension, a forbidden desire that consumed us both.

“Touch yourself, too,” he commanded, his voice husky with need. I obeyed without hesitation, my fingers tracing delicate circles over my sensitive flesh. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, intensifying the ache within me.

As our bodies moved in sync, the room filled with the intoxicating scent of desire. The anticipation built, the sexual tension reaching its peak. We were on the edge of something forbidden, something that would forever change our relationship.

With a final, desperate thrust, he released himself, his pleasure cascading over him like a tidal wave. I watched, mesmerized, as his release painted his chest, a testament to the raw passion that consumed us both.

Breathless and trembling, I couldn’t deny the overwhelming desire that coursed through my veins. In that moment, I knew that our connection had transcended the boundaries of siblinghood, and a new chapter of our lives had begun.

Somehow, my confidence to confront my Father had failed me, but now I was seizing upon the opportunity to tantalize my brother with incestuous desires. I couldn’t say for sure what had come over me, whether it was my sheer fascination with the male anatomy or some uncontrolled sexual urge that had been brewing inside me.

Perhaps it was the way my Father had spoken so lewdly, or the way he had displayed himself so shamelessly. Whatever it was, it had ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore.

I could blame it on my hormones, but that would be too easy. No, it was something deeper, something primal that had taken hold of me. I wanted Ricky, and I wanted him now.

As he stood before me, his python at full attention, I couldn’t help but feel my own body responding in kind. I wanted to touch him, to feel him, to taste him.

“I can’t just make it get hard,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

“But it’s getting thicker all of a sudden,” I replied, my own voice husky with need. “Why’s that if you can’t make it do that?”

“It’s because of you,” he said, his eyes dark with lust. “You make me so hard.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his words, feeling a surge of power wash over me. I was the one in control now, the one who could make him feel this way.

As he reached out to touch me, his fingers trailing over my skin, I knew that I had made the right choice. This was where I belonged, in his arms, with his body pressed against mine.

And as we gave in to our desires, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion and lust, I knew that I would never be the same again. For I had found my true love, my brother, and nothing would ever tear us apart.

In an instant, I found myself exploring the depths of my own sensuality, realizing the allure of my own body. It no longer repulsed me as it had with my Father. And now, with Ricky, for some inexplicable reason, it ignited a fiery desire within me.

“Oh my, Maggie, what on earth are you doing?”

“Just enticing you with the seductive dance of my ample bosom...”

“Oh, goodness gracious - please, Maggie, cease this!”

I wasn’t naive. I understood what Ricky yearned to witness, what he longed for me to do. I comprehended precisely why men were captivated by the allure of voluptuous breasts, for their enticing bounce.

“Why not? Don’t you enjoy it? Don’t you?”

“Yes, but it’s arousing me!”

“Well, that’s splendid, for I desire you to be aroused - I want you to pleasure yourself, to indulge in self-gratification for me, Ricky!”

To my astonishment, Ricky rose from his seat and made his way towards the exit, instead of succumbing to the desires I knew he harbored.

“Hey! Where in the world do you think you’re going, you wretched creature? Come here, you insignificant worm!”

“Forget it! This is far too peculiar, alright? I mean - you’re my sister, I’m not supposed to engage in such acts!”

But in that moment, my desire burned too fiercely to simply let it go, oh no - I couldn’t bear for it to end on such a note.

“Nonsense! You’re meant to obey my every command, remember? Or shall I teach you a lesson you won’t forget?”

“Please, Maggie, it’s strange - it’s just too strange! Don’t make me do this, I beg of you...”

Oh, the way he pleaded, it was as if he truly didn’t want to comply. But his throbbing, pulsating manhood, oh my - it told a different tale altogether.

The closer I drew to him, the more it grew in intensity - until, as I pressed him against the door, that magnificent beast of his was a deep shade of crimson, swollen to such a size that the skin stretched taut and glistened with anticipation.

Oh, how I loved teasing him, making him squirm and beg for more. His innocence was like a drug to me, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to take him under my wing and show him the ways of pleasure.

As I straddled him on the bed, I could feel his heart racing beneath me, his breath coming in short gasps. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “Relax, baby. Let me take care of you.”

With trembling hands, he reached up to cup my breasts, his fingers exploring the soft curves and hardened nipples. I moaned softly, arching my back as he squeezed and kneaded my flesh.

But I wasn’t content to let him have all the fun. Slowly, I began to grind my hips against his, feeling his hard cock pressing against my wetness. I could feel the heat building between us, the tension mounting with each passing moment.

And then, with a sudden burst of courage, he flipped me over onto my back, his eyes blazing with desire. “I want to make you feel good too,” he said, his voice husky with passion.