The Family Patriarch. Chapter 148

by Writing Shark

Gemma’s future

“Do you think Elise is fine, Daddy?” Real concern comes through Gemma’s voice. She has completely accepted her newest sister. It doesn’t surprise you, given all the sexual things you let the two of them do.

“I’ll take care of her,” you assure her. “Daddy will make everything okay. Now it’s about you.”

“Where are we going, Daddy?” Naive and domesticated as she is, your 18 year-old doesn’t even have enough thinking power to understand that it’s the same time she always went to school. Instead, she sits politely and sweetly in the seat next to you, looks out the car window and daydreams. A quiet, safe life like you wanted for her.

“The last time away from school has been very good for you,” you say firmly. No reason to ask her opinion. And Gemma has already missed enough material to have to repeat the class. Either way, she’s losing all her friends, but you also know that if you told her to, she’d throw any of her friends in front of a bus for you.

“It was nice just having to look after you, Daddy,” she beams. “Everything is so easy with you.” You pat her thigh over the mid-length skirt she has on.

“Then you’ll be very pleased with my decision Gemma.”

“Whatever you decide is good for me, Daddy,” she says. Then her eyes flutter as your hand slips under her skirt, playing with her moist labia.

“Today will be the last time you see your school,” you say and feel the warm wetness of her pussy on your fingertip. Gemma’s breathing quickens, showing little reaction to the revelation other than the increasing wetness of her cunt. “We’re going to visit Mrs. Hoover and take you out of school.”

“Ha…Ha…Daddy what does that mean…ha…” Gemma squirms under your grip as your fingers pump into her up to the knuckles, drawing her juice out of her.

“That means you’ll only be at home from now on,” you announce.

Am I fingering a pregnant cunt? you ask yourself absently, paying attention to the traffic. But either way Gemma can hardly believe it.

“Does that mean…”

“That means it will only have me and your family in your life Gemma. No school, no friends, no world outside. You will only leave the house with my or Alice’s permission.” You pump faster into your daughter. Girls like Gemma learn best when you combine the lessons with sex, only then will their little minds be receptive.

“Daddy!” Gemma whimpers willingly as her pussy squelches.

“I know my princess,” you grin and feel her tighten around you as she draws her legs up and slides her butt against your hand. “You’re happiest around me and that’s why I’m keeping you home, safe and happy.”

“Daddy!” Gemma comes, hard and twitching as if under electricity. And pregnant, you think to yourself. Hopefully. Pregnant with my child. But you don’t tell her that yet. Gemma is animalistic when it comes to children and the best gift will be a positive pregnancy test, revealed when her round tummy is revealed.

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“James…Mister Winters. Hello.” You stand in her classroom with Gemma at your side, your arm around her. Mrs. Hoover looks at you like the sexy big bad wolf came into the room.

“We need to talk.” And this time there is no discussion as Grace stands up without answering and simply leaves her class alone. She doesn’t even give up bridging tasks.

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“Deeper… yes… deeper… stick your nose in me and find Daddy’s last remnants of cum.” With her legs spread wide, Gemma sits on the desk of an empty classroom, her teacher desperately trying to suffocate in her tight slimy cunt while you fuck hr hard anally. You don’t care that you ruin her clothes, you know that her husband is fucking Amy Schoomer and won’t give that up. You don’t need Grace and are already thinking about changing her life too. But Gemma is more important than this life support for three holes.

“Do you like it Gemma?” you ask, pumping and looking at your youngest over her teacher’s contorted body. She grabs hold of her hair and presses her head hard against her pussy while she looks at you in love with her cheeks flushed. “This is your life now Gemma. Just fucking, licking, and serving Daddy.” It doesn’t take much to get little Gemma to cum, and Grace swallows her squirting juices straight from her pussy so as not to get anything on her shirt. “And don’t worry. If I want to fuck you, I’ll take you to places that you like and that are kinky.” And Gemma smiles as she uses her teacher’s face to dry her cunt.

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“Grace.” Lately, Harold Hoover’s voice has become even more fragile than you already know it to be. “What are you doing here?” But then he sees you and Gemma. And then he sees his wife’s devastated face. Gemma ruined her makeup and smeared her lipstick with her pussy. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he hisses, but Grace doesn’t even look at him. “You look like a cheap whore!”

“I ask you, Mr. Hoover,” you sneer. “Grace doesn’t take money for sex. She fucks me because I’m simply better.” His face darkens. “And I’m sure I’ll find my little Amy under your desk if I look now.” That silences him. “Let’s take a look.”

“That won’t be…” But you were already moving, Grace and Gemma loyally behind you.

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“Amy you little whore” you shout in his office. “Come out and show yourself.” And the young woman actually climbs out from under the principal’s desk and smiles happily at you.

“I am useful Sir” she says.

“What part of you hasn’t touched that old fart?”

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“And here again your initials.” Grace leans over Gemma’s shoulder as she signs the application for exclusion from school. Amy sits under the table again and sticks her big toe in your daughter’s pussy while Grace massages her shoulders. You stand next to Mr. Hoover and watch the whole thing, you smiling, he frowning. “That’s good,” Grace smiles. “Now you’re going to be homeschooled.”

“The only thing I want to learn is housekeeping and fucking,” Gemma whispers and looks at you mischievously.

“As befits a girl,” Grace grins and kisses Gemma on the cheek. “I always knew that you would become a very successful woman.” You look at her stomach and wonder how successful you were in making Gemma perfect.

What is important now is that you have taken care of a daughter as only a father can. Gemma will spend the rest of her life in your house, shielded from the outside world, only in contact with people you trust. You have big plans for her and she will be your little princess in the tower, the fortress you will build for her. She will learn important things, cooking, baking, cleaning and commanding. The maidens will stand beneath her and she beside her sisters. She will be happy in the kingdom you will create. And it will be useful.

She will love you.

And you will love her.

Forever.