Olivia never thought seeing her father casually eating breakfast would inspire so much anxiety within her. The hot passion she shared with her mother and grandfather in the bathroom yesterday hadn't overshadowed the memory of the savage fucking her father hadn't given her.
It didn't help that the man excused himself to his workroom rather than join his family in eating the ice cream he brought. She balled her shirt front, hands brushing her maybe pregnant belly. There was no point in standing around forever.
Her father glanced at her from his meal of mini wheat then returned to devouring the milk-soaked squares. Olivia started to fill a bowl for herself.
"Your mother told me about the fun you three had while I was out."
"'kay." She laid the cardboard box as if a single spill would blow the entire kitchen to smithereens.
"I'm happy you're acclimating to the tradition well."
"'kay." How exactly were you supposed to respond to your father praising you for sucking his wife's, and your mother's, clit? She opted to hunt the drawers for a spoon rather than wrestle a conversation together.
A small white box landing on the counter beside her made Olivia jump. Emblazoned on its front were the words 'Plan-B'.
"Chi-Chi, Roger's girl, is a bit of a cum slut. We ran into each other at the store and she wanted to give us something celebrate you entering the tradition. She also said to come around sometime if you wanted to play."
Olivia didn't notice her father coming behind her until he laid his hands on her shoulders. He released her the second she tensed up.
"Look." He rubbed his head, sheepishness coloring his face a bright red. "The way I handled yesterday was terrible. I admit it. You have every right to hold that against me for the rest of eternity. Still, I can't help asking whether there's any chance you'll forgive me."
"Dad. I'm not mad at you."
"You're not?"
She handed him back the plan-b. "And return this to Chi-Chi. I don't mind carrying your baby."
Her father's sheepish expression faded to a curious one as he slipped the medication into his back pocket. "I'm surprised at you taking this so well. You were always spouting off about some mainlander thing or another that you would reject the tradition the second you heard about it."
"I certainly considered doing so." In fact, her sleep had been plagued by the endless worry one could only get from breaking a taboo. At one point she stood at the doorway, holding a suitcase, and whatever money she could find in her mother's purse. Why she chose to stay wasn't really clear to her either. She just knew she wanted too. "Are you going to work today?"
"Yep. The radio predicted the storm clouds wouldn't be coming back so it's back to fishing. Why?" He stroked her left arm as his deep sea green eyes scanned her face.
Olivia slipped her fingers through his empty belt loops. Her body throbbed at the knowledge his rock-hard abs were only a cloth thickness away from touching them. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss her father. "Daddy, can you make sure I'm knocked up?"
"Anything for my gorgeous little girl." He spun her around before she could realize his intention to forgo foreplay.
She squealed at the blithering hot cockhead breaching her unprepared pussy, which earned her a hard slap to the bottom. His breath against her neck was both arousing yet somehow terrifying.
"Fuck, your tight." Her father pinned Olivia to the countertop as he slid his entire erect length to her cunt's farthest death's.
"Ah. . . Ah! Be. . gen- Ah!"
He spread her legs wider while his calloused fingers teased her engorged clit. "What? I can't hear you."
Olivia was forced back on her tiptoes to handle the man's punishing thrusts without slamming her crotch into the drawers below the countertop. If she had a clearer head, she would be fascinated at how quickly her vagina found pleasure in his roughness.
"Daddy! Daddy," she called, between his thrusts. Squeals interspersed Olivia's throaty moans to the animalistic rhythm they fucked at. She only grew louder as he lifted her off the floor, gravity assisting him to even harder thrusts.
"Watch me get you pregnant." He spun her again, this time to face him, then settled her bum halfway onto the counter. Olivia's pussy was put front and center of her view by her father placing both her legs on his shoulders.
Seeing his precum mixing with her juices to a foamy coat on her pussy pushed her to orgasm first. The sticky heat filling her insides put her on the path towards a second one. Her father lazily rubbed his deflating penis until it slipped out on its own. She fingered herself to achieve the last few beats necessary for her second coming.
"Did you mother teach you to play with yourself like that?" he asked.
"No but she did teach me how to lick pussy." Olivia didn't mind his half-snickering kiss on her forehead.
