The Family Patriarch. Chapter 161

by Writing Shark

Endless passion with pregnant Gemma

“Gemma darling… I wanted to… wanted to tell you… something…”

“Yes?” Three days have passed in which you haven’t left the house. That is, once when you and Gemma did it in the tree house. Otherwise, your family has been avoiding you both for three days while Gemma fucks you several times in every room of the house. At the moment you are holding her against the shelf with canned goods and other long-lasting foods in the pantry and you can feel the hook in your back on which your grill apron ‘Let Daddy grill’ is hanging. For Gemma, that also counts as a room and even you can only be amazed that after three days she managed to get your cock so hard that you can still fuck the 18 year-old girl with hard thrusts, her legs wobbling in the air, against the shelf.

The three days were heaven and hell at the same time and you have felt your muscles burning for almost thirty hours now. No amount of sport in the world, no amount of improving to eventually get someone like Hellen, no amount of training to stay that way, no amount of sex with Alice, Hellen, Elise and all your slaves can prepare you for the bubbly energy of an 18 year-old pregnant daughter. Gemma is wearing you out, literally and metaphorically. And you are enjoying every second of it.

“Come on Daddy…” gasps Gemma, looking like she’s about to fall apart at any second. “Fuck your pregnant little girl” she screams and you are sure that the only thing holding her together is the knowledge that she will be a mother and a housewife forever. No responsibilities outside the home, even less than Hellen will have. “Fuck my brains out Daddy and make me even more pregnant!” Instead of correcting her, you just fuck her harder and feel the hook on the door in your back.

“That’s enough,” you grunt, grab Gemma by her firm, tight ass and push open the door with your daughter in your arms, her tight pussy on your cock.

“Oh my God…” giggles Elise, who is trying to steal a sandwich from the kitchen while Hellen, Alice and Amy prepare the food. “Can’t you two just shut up?” You want to say something but your daughter presses her tender lips to yours.

“Fuck me doggy style on the kitchen island,” she whispers and screams happily as you push your arm between her legs and whirl her through the air in a high arc. Gently but quickly you put her down on the kitchen island between the salad, fruit and meat while Hellen and Alcie take a step back, laughing.

“Great,” Elise growls quietly and munches on her sandwich. “The meal will probably be delayed.” Again you want to say something but this is Gemma’s time and Helen watches you with pure happiness on her face as her naked daughter turns to her clothed daughter.

“You’re just jealous because Daddy got me pregnant.” It doesn’t sound angry and you don’t intervene.

“That’s not true!” Elise hisses and sticks her tongue out at Gemma. Then her face softens. “I’m jealous because you’ve been getting his cock for three days,” she mumbles, sulking and pulling a pout.

“You can have this,” says Gemma, grabs your arm that was just between her legs and offers her sister the spot of pussy juice that has formed on your skin. “Maybe I already taste of his cock, it’s been marinating in me the whole time.”

“Marinating…” giggles Hellen, then her eyes go wide. “The roast!” While your wife storms to the stove, Elise comes stomping over to you.

“That’s really unfair,” she grumbles and looks at you. “Just because you fucked her a baby in the belly…”

“Just say one word” you tease her with a develish grin. Elise looks you in the eyes and you see the confirmation. You could have her here and now. “Lick.” She immediately obeys you and licks Gemma’s juice from your skin while you stroke her head. “Besides, I have a surprise for you too, remember?” That makes Elise raise her head and look at you expectantly. “But not now.” Hellen has already sent the letter to register her at the college of your choice.

“Um… Daddy?” You turn your head. There is Gemma, her face pressed against the kitchen island, carrots and other food around her, her legs spread wide and her hands pulling her opening apart so far that you can see deep inside her. “Say hello to our baby.”

“Shit…” Alice mumbles again as you position yourself behind Gemma and push her body down so far that her pussy juice runs over the edge of the kitchen island. “That my own sister is so hardcore…”

“You get pregnant first,” Gemma calls out, wiggling her ass impatiently. “Then we talk. My hormones are going crazy.”

“You’re a girl, sister,” Alice rolls her eyes, steps next to you and holds a peeled banana in front of your mouth. You take a grateful bite while your hands pull Gemma’s tight asshole apart. “We’re always stupid and without willpower.” Her sister squeals, shocked but happy, as you sink into her asshole and chew on your banana.

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“Gemma, darling, I wanted to tell you something,” you try again that evening. At least you can watch TV, football, while your daughter crouches between your legs with her knees bouncing and her body lowered, not blocking your view, and pushes your cock into her pussy over and over again. “Good news…”

“Fuck me Daddy…” your daughter murmurs. “Fuck me silly… I’m your pregnant pussy, Daddy…” It’s not her fault. She’s really doing her best. It’s like when you gave Alice sweets for the first time and she couldn’t stop. You were there for her first sugar shock, saw how the energy overwhelmed her. She was so embarrassed. Gemma will be just as embarrassed by the cock shock tomorrow, the loss of obedience. She doesn’t know backtalk or demands and you will need time, which you are happy to invest in her, to show her that everything is fine. But now, in the delirium of thoughts about pregnancy, a well-placed slap on the bottom and a firm grip on her messy hair helps to make her turn around to face you. Her mouth immediately opens and she wants to pounce on your cock to lick her juices, but you pull her very close to your face until she is lying on your body, your cock pressing hard against her pregnant belly.

“Tomorrow it will stop,” you say sternly and Gemma nods eagerly.

“Yes, Daddy. I understand and obey.”

“I’m not angry, darling,” you assure her, even if Gemma will have to hear it more often tomorrow. She is just so fragile and helpless without you. “But tomorrow we will have an adventure together.” You smile…

“Sex, Daddy?” …and roll your eyes.

“That too, darling. Amy!” Amy is immediately next to you and hands you the envelope.

“You’re pregnant,” you say again. “You will give birth to my child.”

“Yes, Daddy,” your daughter breathes while you hold her head in front of your face by her hair.

“That means your belly will get round and you won’t be able to leave the house.”

“Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen,” Gemma breathes and feels your cock pressing against her belly.

“Yes.” You have to swallow. You will have so much sex with your little girl. But you are a man. Gemma looks up at you. “And that’s why I want to do some things with you that will be impossible later. When your belly is round and your tits are leaking.” You open the envelope, inside are four large pieces of paper printed on sturdy paper. “Let’s decide where we’re going on vacation.”