Emily sat on the couch overwhelmed with the full spectrum of emotions. It had been three weeks since the first time her dad had tried to intentionally impregnate her. Since that day he had taken her at least once every day, most days twice, and filled her with his seed. Now she sat on the couch with the positive test results in her hand. Her head spinning from both the exhilaration of being pregnant and the uncertainty of what the future would look like. The excitement of the fantasy Emily and her dad had shared of her being bred by him was now replaced by the reality of the accomplished deed. How would they raise this little one? What would they tell people? Her thoughts so consumed her that she didn't hear John come in the back door.
John walked in the living room and sat his briefcase on one of the chairs, then sat down on the couch next to Emily. Emily looked up at him and gave him a weak smile as she held up the test strip for him to see.
John's grin stretched from ear to ear when it registered in his brain what he was seeing. He wrapped his arm around Emily's shoulders and pulled her into his chest, hugging her. He lifted her head up by her chin to look at him. "My baby is pregnant! Aren't you excited baby? That's what you wanted! Right?"
Emily pushed off his chest and sat up, turning to face him, tucking her left leg under her right. John noticed for the first time the front of her shirt was soaked from her milk soaking through. "I am excited daddy! I don't know how to explain it. I'm both excited and scared." She looked at him with a longing in her eyes. She just needed to hear from her daddy that everything was going to be alright.
John reached out and cupped her face with his hand. He stroked her cheek with his thumb as he stared at her. "You don't have anything to be scared of baby." He said softly. "Daddy's going to take care of you and our baby. I've already thought through some of the things we'll have to deal with. I've been talking with your Aunt Lena. She's going to help us as much as she can."
"Aunt Lena? How long have you been talking with her about us?"
"I've been talking with your mom's sister on a regular basis since your mom died. I think we both needed someone to talk to. I haven't told her anything about us yet. But I know she's someone we can trust not to be judgmental. Plus her medical background will help." John chuckled as he reflected on the past. "Lena and your mother used to talk about our sex life all the time. I swear, there are times I think sex was the only thing that woman thought about." John got serious again. "What else are you scared about?"
Emily shrugged. "I don't know. Lots of things. People. This." She said as she rubbed her belly.
"What about that?" John asked concerned.
Emily hesitated. "Are you still going to love me when I'm fat?"
John sat there dumbfounded. He'd heard those same words from Laura over 22 years before, almost word for word. He took her face in both hands and held her tenderly. "Baby, I'm always going to love you. The size of your belly won't change that. Especially when that belly is carrying our baby. So don't ever doubt my love for you baby."
"OK daddy!"
"Good girl! As far as people are concerned, we'll deal with them as they come." John paused. "What else is bothering you?"
"Nothing! That was all! I'm sorry daddy! I guess the reality of being bred by you hit me all of a sudden when I saw the positive test results. Reality hit me like a ton of bricks."
"Are you sorry we did this now?"
Emily's eyes shot open. "Oh no daddy! Not at all! It's just that . . . ." She searched for the words to describe her emotional turmoil.
John stroked her face again. "It's ok baby! I understand!"
Emily smiled again weakly at him. "Know what else daddy?"
"What?"
"I think I inherited mom's sex drive!"
John threw his head back and laughed. "I think you did too!"
"I mean, that's all I think about during the day. I try not to. But the harder I try, the more my brain comes back to it. I hate it daddy! I really do sometimes!"
John's hands slid down her throat and across her shoulder blades. He began to unbutton her shirt. "Why don't I milk these tits of yours and see what happens."
"You know exactly what's going to happen!" Emily smirked as she sat there passively while her blouse and bra were removed.
John chuckled. "Yes I do! Which is what I enjoy the most. Feeling your body responding. I don't think I'll ever get tired of that." He slid her blouse and bra off her shoulders, then was about to have her straddle his lap when he changed his mind. "Stand up baby and take the rest of your clothes off."
Emily stood and began to unsnap her jeans with a seductive smile on her face. As she slid her jeans and panties down her thighs, she slowly bent over jiggling her tits as she got lower. She loved putting on a show for her dad. She loved that look of lust in his eye as he watched her, knowing he wanted her and anticipating what he was going to do to her. A drop of milk fell from each nipple as her engorged mammaries hung from her chest. Without being told Emily dropped to her knees between his legs and reached for his belt.
John knew exactly how he wanted this to playout. But he figured why fight the inevitable. He unbuttoned, and then removed his shirt as Emily tugged his pants and shorts down his legs and off along with his shoes and socks. She then sat back on her legs and stared at his swelling erection, mesmerized by its size and beauty.
She cupped his balls in her left hand and gently kneaded them as she caressed the length of his shaft with her right. John moaned his approval as she almost worshipfully brought his manhood to full erection. She then traced the vein that ran the length of his shaft with the tip of her finger. Their eyes met. They smiled at each other, not saying a word. No words were needed between the two lovers. Emily dipped her head and began to lightly and lovingly kiss his shaft all over. Her tongue snaking out and flicking the area just under the helmet of his cock. John gasped with pleasure. She knew how much he enjoyed it when she did that to him. She was about to devour his cock and suck him dry when he stopped her.
John grabbed her head and pulled her off his cock. He chuckled again, knowing this was part of the game they liked to play. The game of who's really in control. "There will be time enough for that later." He said, holding her head firmly.
Emily showed him her best pouting face. "But daddy! Don't you want me to suck it and make you feel good?" She tried to drop her head so she could swallow his cock. But John held her tightly.
"Get up here!" Emily stood up and kneeled on the couch, straddling John's lap. "You can empty my cock after I've emptied these." He pulled her left breast into his mouth, and he began to hungrily suck on it. Emily squealed with delight as she felt his teeth and lips lock onto her sensitive tit flesh and begin to drain her. She instinctively began to grind her hips in a circular motion trying to find his cock so she could sit on it. John pulled off her tit just long enough to tell her to stop. "Sit still! I don't want you moving until I give you permission. You are to sit perfectly still! Do you understand?"
Emily moaned in resignation. "Yes sir!"
John returned to sucking on her tit, pulling her body tightly into his. He wrapped both arms around her body, holding her tight with his left arm, while his right hand worked its way up between her legs to find her pussy gushing with her juices. He ran his middle finger over the length of her gash causing her to whimper with need. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him into her chest. "Oh daddy! Please let me move! I have to move!"
