Jacie Goes to State

All characters represented in this work are wholly fictional, and over the age of eighteen.

"No, she's not going to make it to the game." I heard my father's voice, indistinct and hazy through my sleep-sodden ears. "She's been throwing up all night; I know it's State, but we can't send her out on the field when she can't even keep water down." He sounded serious, frank and somber. I opened my eyes to see the grey of twilight receding in the sky to shafts of pink morning sun on the clouds. A beautiful day for a game.

My eyes snapped open, heart racing for a moment. He was talking about

me

, and my team's chances at a D1 State Championship! I rolled over, pulling the covers up to my collarbone, my heart slowing as I remembered where I was, in a hotel overlooking the fields, still the morning-of.

"Sorry coach." Dad was sitting on the other queen bed, clad in nothing but his boxer briefs, phone to his ear. "I'll let Jackie know, yeah, thanks." He hung up, staring at the screen for a moment before gently placing his phone into the bedside table between us.

"Dad? What was that?" I grumbled, sleepily. My father smoothly crossed to my bedside in one fluid movement, motioning for me to scootch over. I did, and he slid beneath the covers beside me.

"I was just telling the coach you won't be able to play today." I was having trouble keeping my eyes open as I felt his arms encircle me, pulling me close to him. It was much, much closer than any of my teammates had ever been to their fathers, unless I was mistaken. More intimate, more charged with tension of a distinctly unfatherly variety.

"You're actually going through with it this time?" I purred, feeling his manhood tenting his underwear, pressing between my ass cheeks. I hadn't worn anything more elaborate than plain grey panties and a sports bra to sleep last night, there didn't seem to be any point. "Are you sure you're not going to chicken out, dad?" I felt him bridle at the suggestion.

"Not this time, sweetie, this time you're

sick

." I felt his breath high on my neck, tickling my ear with his warmth. He was over twice my age, forty compared to eighteen, but he was still able to get me hot and bothered.

"I think we're both sick." I reached up to rub the back of his head, feeling the coarse brown hair. I'd gotten mine from him, so very similar, if a little shorter. "Unless the other chaperones spent last night edging with their little girls..." I could feel my body responding to his, the feelings of desire flooding back to my frayed nerve endings after a night of mutual masturbation and too little sleep.

"I don't think they did." My father's penis throbbed against my ass. "But they don't have what we do." He was right, most of my teammates were lesbians. My pixie cut didn't do much to distinguish me from the high school soccer crowd, but my actions off the field were more my speed.

"They didn't grow up with a mother who neglected their father." I murmured, feeling his length pressed against me like so many times before, and knowing that he intended to cross the last boundary. "Or a daddy who filled their computer with incest porn." He chuckled at that.

"Or a daughter willing to watch it with him." His hands found my waistband, and I felt my panties stripped down to my knees. "Or to jerk off with him." I felt his underwear following mine down, and his bare manhood flopped home between my buttcheeks once again, this time without a fabric barrier providing even the semblance of familial separation.

"Ohh you're really going to do it, aren't you?" I felt him pulse, harder than he'd ever been before. His breath came in short bursts, excited, nervous, terrified as hell. He paused, hand stroking my stomach muscles with evident relish.

"Nobody else can ever know." His words hung in the air between us.

"You think I'd tell mom?" I asked, incredulously. I adopted a mocking tone, grinding my booty against him. "Oh yeah, dad has been planning for me to replace you since I turned eighteen, and only keeps me in soccer to get me alone in a hotel room twice a month." I glanced back at him, the bare skin of his cock trapped between the twin globes of my rear. "I'm sure that would go over great for both of us." He grunted with apprehension.

"You know what I mean." He took a deep breath, and I marveled at his chest, his muscles, his fitness, all over again. "If we do this, there's no going back." I giggled, more to myself than to him.

"Dad, you already lied to my coach, there's no going back." I reached back, grasping his bare penis in my hand, giving it a couple of experimental jerks before moving it downward, positioned at the entrance to my forbidden slit. "But because you did, we have a whole weekend to be sick together, so what are you going to do about it?" I was teasing him, and as his mouth found mine, I knew his mind was made up. He ran his fingers through my short hair, evidently relishing my youth, my vigor.

I felt pressure on my labia, his experienced cock against my virgin hole. He'd knocked up my mother with me, and had fucked a dozen women otherwise, but he was going to be my first. We'd talked about it a lot before we'd even touched each other. My girlish fantasies were a push of his hips away, a cock full of desire for me and only me tantalizingly braced against my vagina.

"Do it, do it daddy, I'm ready." It was my turn to breath hard in anticipation, feeling the heat of his cockhead parting my lips, but still not entering. "Just like we talked about, put it inside, give me your penis." My voice was husky, needy, encouraging to a father who had never felt normal familial love, only lust for his daughter's tight body.

"I'm going to claim you, you're mine after this." His voice was almost a growl as he grasped my hips, pronating my slick pussy into position. He paused for a heartbeat then slowly, inexorably, pushed his cock against the heat of my birth canal.

It wasn't like anything I'd ever felt before, even the toys he bought me were no substitute. Flesh is so much more real, so much more primal. His penis was soft, squishy and malleable, but with a hard core of heat pulsing in time with his heart. My pussy deformed for him, stretching to accommodate his dick, slowly. He was barely splitting my flower open, but it was already coating his cockhead with my fluid. A soft exhalation, barely a moan, escaped my lips as I felt him defiling our relationship.

"You're never going to see another kickoff." Dad whispered into my ear. I would've replied, but waves of pleasure radiated through my body as he worked his member slowly into me, pushing deeper each time, opening my body to his needs and desires. "You're sick from now on, so sick you can't even kick a ball." His register was low, feral, almost angry that I would've ever considered being anything but his puppet, his pleasure toy.

"I'm yours daddy, I'm y-yours!" I gasped. I don't know why, it just seemed like the sexy girl thing to say. It seemed to do the trick as he grunted, pushing fully inside with a slick sliding sound, my juices finally coating his whole manhood. His thick, engorged glans dragged at my walls, in and out as he luxuriated in my teen vagina. I moaned in pleasure at my father's perverted enjoyment of my body, his hands wandering to cup my small breasts.

"We're going to watch your team play, all those other girls are going to be on the pitch while you let me rearrange your guts." I could feel his excitement at the dirty talk, his cock throbbing as his bare skin was clenched by my silky, supple insides. I whimpered in pleasure as I felt his pace normalize, long strokes which stimulated my G spot, causing my slippery hole to massage him with every movement. "Fuck, Gen Z is the best, you're so much tighter than your mother." I felt my heart flutter at his compliment, and pushed my ass back against him, disrupting his rhythm, but eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the man who had planted me inside my mother's belly.

"I'm so excited, daddy, I'm so excited to be your wife!" I felt tears roll from the corner of my eye, of pleasure, of anticipation. I'd read hundreds of pages of incest erotica, watched every video he'd sent me, I knew what came next. His thrusts became erratic against my ass, a portent of his building orgasm. "Make me a mother to your baby, give my sibling somewhere to grow!" I felt his hand drop to my lower stomach, just above my uterus. I thought back to our secret text conversations, all the times he'd promised to impregnate me, it was finally about to happen.

"You're going to have my children, Jackie. You're going to swell with your own sisters and brothers." His voice hissed through his teeth, our precious trips spent masturbating together feeling so pointless in comparison to the intimacy of a father threatening to inbreed his daughter. His balls were tight and large now, slapping against my ass as he thrust faster and faster. I felt him rolling me, and squeaked in surprise as he pushed me face down into the pillows.

"Dad-!" Whatever I'd wanted to say was muffled by the down as he raised my hips, fucking me prone, his thick cock making slick sucking noises from the hole he'd sworn to claim. His assertiveness turned me on even more than I'd already been, pushing my button over and over again. If my coach could see what 'sick' meant, he'd lose his fucking mind.

"My soccer star." Dad grunted. "My fucking tight, fit little athlete." He grasped my hips, forcing me to arch my back to accept his thrusting penis. "My god damn porno-fueled baby factory!" I felt myself lose control, a wave of pleasure causing my slit to twitch, clenching rhythmically around the manhood slapping in and out of me. I didn't even know I could have an orgasm from penetration, but daddy had done it.

Then a warmth, a spreading heat from the tip of his breeding rod. I gasped deeply into the pillow as I heard him groan, long and languid in his evident pleasure. This is what he'd been waiting for. He thrust again, once, twice, three times, a jet of his sperm firing down into my tightness with each push. My orgasm drank in his creampie, pulling his semen deeper into my belly.

"Oh baby, fuck yes, take daddy's children!" He hissed, the throbbing in my pussy matching the throbbing in my ears as he sprayed his DNA into my uterus.

I knew what was happening inside me, I was no stranger to anatomy since my AP Bio class. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of sperm cells were being drawn into my uterus, each intent on fertilizing my eggs. In my pussy they could live for five days, waiting for the chance to fuse with my eggs to create an embryo, then a fetus. But the DNA would find itself partially-identical, incest giving us a starting point of closeness a normal couple couldn't imagine.

Our baby was going to be beautiful, I just knew it.

We watched my team's first match of State from our room. We lost, 2-1. But that didn't matter. What mattered was our love, our future, and nothing else.