Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It involves elements of incest, memory loss, and questionable consent. All characters are at the legal age of 18 or older.
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College came with unexpected challenges for Sophia. When she was no longer able to keep her apartment, she was forced to find a new place to stay. Months prior, her parents went through an ugly divorce, and her father was the only one still living at their old home in a remote location. Without any other option, Sophia packed her belongings and moved in with her father. The house was isolated from civilization. It was meant to be a temporary measure until she could return to the city and resume her studies.
During her stay with her father, Sophia sustained a head injury, which turned her memories into a scrambled mess. Her father, who had felt lonely and abandoned, took advantage of this. Since she forgot that she was his daughter, he manipulated her into believing they were a couple. The naïve teenager believed his words, and unknowingly, became the replacement for her own mother. For an entire month, her father enjoyed her companionship, and gradually groomed her to be his perfect sex toy.
When parts of Sophia's memory returned, she realized that she had forgotten to use her birth control. This revelation was met with initial panic, followed by joy. After all, her life as college student was a distant memory, much like her fear of getting pregnant. She also couldn't remember that this old man, the person who would get the honors of impregnating her, was her very own father.
"I do wonder," Sophia mumbled to herself. "Is that something he would enjoy?"
She playfully tilted her head from side to side before making her decision. Shortly after, her hand reached for the pepper mill, and she distributed a small amount of the spice all across the serving of scrambled eggs. There were still so many things she hadn't remembered, including her lover's preference for food. It didn't matter too much, of course. She was proud, nonetheless. It was a vast improvement compared to the frozen meals which used to occupy the fridge just a month prior.
"Yeah. That will do just fine." She grabbed the plates of fresh, warm breakfast and distributed them across the kitchen table while she hummed a silly little tune.
She was in a good mood, there was much to celebrate. The meal was grander than usual, but that was because she wanted her partner to feel happy and at ease for when she proposed her plan.
She finally decided to tell him about her plans to expand their family of two, into a family of three. It was important for them to be on the same page about that topic since sex was no longer something solely for pleasure. It now carried the real risk that he would get her pregnant, especially given his aversion to pulling out.
The giddy teenager stepped out of the kitchen and peeked into the hallway, just in time to see her partner approaching from upstairs. His gait was tired, and his hand lingered on the handrail as he walked down the stairs. It came as no surprise to Sophia, considering how much he had overexerted himself during the previous night. Her crotch still ached from the rough lovemaking, but that only encouraged her beliefs that he truly desired her, all of her.
"Good morning," she chirped to draw his attention towards the kitchen. The food might get cold if he didn't hurry, she thought to herself. "Breakfast's ready, I hope you're hungry!"
She wore one of her father's large shirts, together with a pair of sweatpants. The weather outside was getting chilly, it was no longer an option to walk around in just her underwear. Besides, at this point, he had probably memorized every inch of her naked body anyway. There was no need to show off.
"Sophia?" Her father froze in place for a moment, with his gaze fixated on her. She looked freshly showered, and her damp hair — glistening in a dark shade of red — was gathered into an unruly ponytail that draped down her front. It was a habit she used to have when she was much younger, and her mother always scolded her for it. Wet hair was a serious business, and so easily remedied with a hairdryer.
That specific habit was a reminder that she was, in fact, his daughter. A familiar pinch of guilt returned, a feeling that haunted him whenever his judgment wasn't clouded by lust.
One reason for him to be upset was that he had received a few calls from her teachers. She had missed a few exams and was at risk of being dropped out of college. His daughter's future was at risk - any good father would feel worried, no matter the circumstances.
Secondly, her amnesia lasted for weeks already. He had done his research - the mind always takes the path of least resistance. She would be more likely to remember her past if she was confronted with it, and if she were told the truth.
On the other hand, the alternative was to allow her to keep on living her current life. With a routine that involved working the first half of the day, and then spending the second half of the day on her back, with her legs spread for him.
It was intimidating as much as it was exciting, to think that her mind was entirely at his mercy. He reassured himself that it would be fine. He still had some time to spare before he had to make a decision. He would have to let her go or choose to keep her as his new wife.
"Good morning," came his response. He followed her into the kitchen while he recalled their last encounter. There were a few moments when she struggled, more so than usual. He felt an unusual amount of concern for her well-being. "How are you doing, princess?" Perhaps he had gone too far. He could distinctly remember that all he cared about was the paradise between her legs. He had utterly forgotten to treat her like a human person, let alone treating her like his precious daughter.
"I'm great," she mused while they took their seats by the table. It was a brief but reassuring answer. Their breakfast was spent with idle chatter, and Sophia took particular pride in watching him enjoy the bread she baked herself, layered with slices of tomatoes that had grown in their garden. It was a healthy meal.
When they were done eating, Sophia briefly excused herself from the table and left the room. Once she returned, her father gave a quizzical stare - she held a pillow in her hand but remained quiet about its purpose. Upon gaining his attention, she silently stuffed the pillow under the front of her shirt and patted it down until it reached the desired shape. The form of a pregnant belly. She silently gave him a few more moments to appreciate the sight before she clued him into her thoughts.
"What do you think?" she asked, with a playful smirk. She turned left and then right to present herself. When he didn't seem to get the hint, she pulled her chair up to his side and sat down to explain herself.
"I remembered something yesterday!" Her vague announcement was met with another confused gaze. "You know, when I first woke up after the injury, I had this weird idea to call you dad, right? Well as it turns out, I was on some birth control... and stopped using it. So I'm thinking that I wanted to call you dad, or daddy or whatever because I really wanted to make a baby with you. That's my theory. And after I gave it some thought, it sounds like a cute idea. I'd get to carry a part of you inside me! For nine months, anyway."
His confused expression turned into one of shock, then disbelief. Those certainly weren't the words that he expected from his daughter.
It had never even crossed his mind that birth control could be an issue - not after he spent so many years with his wife, who had her tubes tied after Sophia happened. But then he remembered the very first night together with his daughter when they were both drunk out of their minds. She begged and pleaded for him to pull out because she didn't want to get knocked up. She didn't want his cum anywhere near her vagina, and
