The Family Patriarch. Chapter 160

by Writing Shark

Gemma realizes life in her belly

“Daddy?” Her voice is fragile and quiet, unsure. Gemma has become so unsure. You like that. She has regressed. On the outside she may be 18, but on the inside she is what you want her to be. She is completely dependent on you and even if you let Elise go to college and send Alice into the business world, none of that is an option for sweet little Gemma. “What is that?” She doesn’t even recognize the test, has forgotten everything she was taught in school. And even if she remembers, she is a smart, nice, innocent, proper little girl, she doesn’t want to think. She wants to obey and do what Daddy tells her. You don’t answer and see her eyes focus on the positive pregnancy test. “Does that mean… Is that… That means I…”

She can’t do it, you realize, and feel your love for this innocent being flare up like white phosphorus and consume everything that is not good and pure. There is only Gemma. And she is perfect.

“That means you’re pregnant, honey,” you whisper. Behind you, Hellen falls to her knees and puts her hands over her face. She tries to suppress a sob and Amy and Elise are quickly at her side, comforting her. Neither of them are of her blood, but thanks to you, they are exactly what your wife needs now. It’s not fear or anger or sadness. You know her crying. Her youngest daughter is carrying your baby in her belly. Hellen is happy.

“Pregnant? Like…” Her lips move and she tries to form the words. You can’t stand this spectacle much longer, your cock is pounding as hard in your pants as your heart is in your chest, but when you stretch out your hand there is only room for one feeling inside you.

Gemma often annoyed you. She was always fixated on her mother. You fixed that. Then it took a while until she caught up with what Alice and even Elise already had. And then you wanted to show her the same happiness that the other two had had for so long. But now her journey is over and as her father, and father of the child in her belly, it is your God-given duty to guide her on the mother’s path.

“I control your body, your will and your mind,” you say gently and your fingers touch the soft, pure, velvety skin of her cheek. Her head rests in your hand and she snuggles up to you with trust. There is only love in you and even when your cock is about to explode, there is only love in you. “You don’t have to understand. But Gemma.” Your other hand takes hers and guides it to her belly. “This is your future. I want this and you obey me.”

“Daddy…” she looks at you questioningly at first. But then it begins to dawn. “There is… There is a baby inside me?” She looks too bright, life comes into her eyes when she sees her crying mother. “Like Mommy?” You take her head and gently and surely make her look at you.

“Just pay attention to me now, Princess,” you whisper as Amy takes the bucket and carries it into the kitchen. She doesn’t ask for permission and you see that this moment is perfect. Your family is perfect and your slaves are happy for you. “You’re going to be a mommy,” you explain to Gemma in the simplest of words. She is a girl, 18 years old, you have to use simple words. She should understand. “My baby. I made you a baby, Gemma. Because I love you.”

“You… love… me.” It is a statement. It is easier for her to accept your love than her pregnancy and you know that you will not have the same difficulties with her child as you did with her.

“And you love me.”

“Yes,” comes the immediate answer.

“That makes me happy. You love me and I love you. And we will become parents, Gemma.” You smile while Alice sobs quietly behind you. “You will become a mother. You will stay at home and I will take care of you.”

“I’m going to be… a mother?” It’s so beautiful to see how life slowly comes into her eyes. You are patient. Gemma always takes a little longer and with your modifications to her nature it is even more difficult for her to understand simple things. But that’s how you want it. And then she understands. “I’m going to be a mother.” Her eyes widen. “And it’s your child?” You nod. “Daddy made me a child?” Her voice becomes shrill and big tears roll down her puffy red cheeks.

“Daddy made you a child, princess,” you confirm. It takes a few more seconds, then she understands.

Gemma hugs you. Not quickly and hastily but slowly and carefully.

“There is a child in my belly,” she murmurs as her little arms close around you and her chin rests on your shoulder. “I’m pregnant.” She giggles. “My belly will get round and swell.” You say nothing, let her continue to enjoy the world you have created. “I won’t be allowed to leave the house. No one can see. The questions.”

“I knew you were smart, Princess,” you whisper and rub her back. She’s wearing normal sweatpants and a shirt. Nothing special. Just right for pregnant girls.

“I’ll just be here. With you. The baby will grow and I’ll take care of it.” Her voice is muffled as she presses herself against your shoulder. Your daughter presses her small, warm body against yours for warmth and security. Just as God intended. “And you will take care of me. I’ll be a mother and you’ll be the father.” Then she moves, pulls away from you a little and looks at you. Her face looks like someone has poured water on her face, her skin is so wet with tears. Her eyes are red and some snot is running out of her nose. “I’m going to be a housewife,” she realizes now. “I’m going to be your housewife, Daddy!” And her voice becomes bright, shrill, loud, happy. “I’m going to be a housewife like Mommy! I’m going to get fat with the babie! And I’m going to cook! And clean the house! And make the clothes! And take care of the baby!”

“Maybe twins,” you interrupt her in the gentlest way possible.

“Fucking Shit!” gasps Alice, exhilarated but with a hoarse voice, as Gemma throws herself at you with a shrill scream

“I wasn’t expecting that,” grins Elise, and together with everyone else she watches as Gemma Wintersrips her daddy’s pants off, stiffens his massive cock and gets her fulfillment in the middle of the room.

“Come on,” says Hellen with teary eyes. Alice stands next to her and wipes her face. “Let’s give them the time they deserve.” With that, she sends the slaves to the kitchen or to do other tasks in the house.

“Elise!” Giggling, Alice pulls her sister out of the room with her.

“Yes okay… just a… little… longer…” But it doesn’t help and the happy women leave you and your daughter in the living room, the positive pregnancy test on the carpet next to you.