Chapter Text
Another night's restless sleep. Another morning to wake up to. Another look at a bed with an empty space. Another day surrounded by loved ones, yet being so alone.
Gene Erikson groaned as his alarm clock pulled him out of a sleep he wished he didn't wake up from. He looked at the noisy digital numbers at his bedside with deep annoyance, seeing it was time to get up and get ready for work as was time for his daughters to prepare for school. He banged the button that shut the alarm up for the next 24 hours until it had to blare once more.
Reluctantly, Gene pulled himself up. Like usual, he didn't make his bed, not feeling it necessary since only he occupied it anyway. As soon as he stood straight, he got into some brief stretches to loosen himself up before heading out to make sure his daughters were awake. He started with his oldest, Alexis.
"Lexy? You awake?" Gene asked as he knocked on the door.
As usual, there was no answer. He respected her privacy by knocking but had to assert his authority as a parent by coming in anyway.
When Gene swung the door open, he was immediately greeted to a sight he's come to get used to since Lexy started college several months ago.
The girl's face was planted in the desk, nestled in her folded arms as her bright orange hair fanned out around her. As always, her monitor was open to a window with all the code she had to have spent all night writing for the game she had been developing since junior year of high school. Some sort of VR Dating Sim/RPG hybrid she claimed would "take the indie game industry by storm". Gene couldn't believe how big of a nerd she was and how she reminded him so much of himself around her age.
"Lexy, get up." Gene held her by the shoulder as she shook her.
"Ah! Ahhhh! The numbers, Mason! What do they mean!?"
Alexis shouted incoherently as her head shot up, her pale, freckled face unkempt with her long, fiery locks sloppily draped all over her head and her black, rectangular framed glasses crooked and on the brink of slipping off of her face.
"Time to get up, Lexy. And wouldja stop sleeping like that? You're gonna break your glasses one of these days and I'm not gonna buy you another pair." Gene lightly scolded.
Lexy yawned as she stretched her arms to the ceiling. "Sorry, Dad. I got behind on my timetable for 'War of Love' and I had to Naughty Dog it for the night."
Gene's face lit up in shock and concern. "Oh geez, you tryna kill yourself, girl?"
"Well if you'd pitch in on the coding, I can finish at least 20% quicker and go to sleep 69% earlier."
"You got plenty of time, kiddo. Plus You still got Uni to focus on. Take it easy with the game."
"I know, but this game means a lot to me, Dad. I can guarantee that once I finish it, it'll be the next groundbreaker in the indie scene. I can already see the future fandom going all like 'Toby Fox who?'"
Gene couldn't help but chuckle at his daughter's passion for video games. Especially making them. It was one of the many things he loved about her. "Heh. If you say so."
Gene couldn't help but sneak a glance at his daughter's freckle-specked cleavage. He hated himself for letting his eyes catch sight of them and sometimes wished his accursed loneliness didn't make him see his own flesh and blood that way.
But damn, was he at awe at how much of a beautiful young woman Lexy had grown up to be, despite her generally nerdy appearance. Seems like only yesterday he was just teaching her programming basics when she was just in 5th grade.
"Hellooo? Earth to Daaad!" Lexy asked, noticing her father staring blankly at her.
Her call snapped him out of it and he curtly spoke. "Just get ready for school, alright?"
"Will do, Dad."
He made his way out of the room to go check in his second eldest, Jasmine.
He didn't need to knock on the door to tell she was awake. The classical piano music blared on the other side, making the door vibrate.
Gene called out. "Jazz? You decent?"
"Yeah of course. Hey, couldja help me out a bit?"
Gene swung the door open, the classical music becoming much clearer. He saw his tall, muscular daughter sitting on the floor while wearing an expectant expression. She had on her black training bra and small, nearly thong-like panties, something that the father had also grown used to seeing.
Though he could never stop himself from finding the sight of her a little ravishing at times. Every morning, he had to fight any semblance of temptation while he interacted with her.
"Just in time. Hey, help me with my sit ups."
Gene nodded. "Sure. I gotcha, hon."
Gene proceeded with a routine with another one of his daughters. While he held her feet down and tightly together, Jasmine proceeded to pull herself up to her knees before laying down flat. Then repeating.
Gene always found himself mesmerized by how Jazz did her morning workouts. Even though they were essentially warm-ups, her sheer focus and determination was something he could marvel at forever. All of that was made sexier by her sweaty, sexy muscles lining her lean, fit body.
"Whew. Done." She said as she stopped at her 25th sit-up.
"Now help me stretch my legs."
"Sure thing, hon."
Knowing exactly what to do, Gen stood straight up on his knees lifting Jasmine's leg up and pushing it until it was angled acutely against her body and his crotch was pushed up against her ass.
He never failed to get hard from this, yet Jasmine never said anything about it, even though he could totally feel himself rubbing against her inner thigh. It was the same when he repeated the stretching on her other leg, his clothed erection brushing against her repeatedly.
It didn't take long before she jumped to her feet. Gene followed suit, looking up at his high school age daughter who stood only a few inches taller than him.
She began doing stretches that showed off her torso in more angles in front of her dad, drawing his eyes to her well sculpted musculature. In addition to being strong and athletic, she was also very flexible, able to lift her leg straight up and pull it to her chest.
"Do you mind?" Jasmine asked.
Gene shook his head. "No, not at all. Go ahead."
Jasmine lowered her leg, resting her heel on her dad's shoulder while he held her ankle. She extended her arms to her foot, grabbing her toes and stretching her torso to its limit.
After doing the same with her other leg and putting it down, she wiped her forehead.
"Whew! Glad I got that done. Gonna go hit the showers now. Thanks I guess."
"Anytime, big girl. Just don't take too long, alright?"
"Whatever. Can't promise anything."
Jasmine turned for the door, her back, especially her exposed ass cheeks facing Gene directly, reminding him why always hated to see Jazz go but loves to see her leave.
Two girls awake, one to go. Gene knew it'd be a toss up for his youngest daughter Trisha because she'd either still be buried under her sheets, sleeping like a log or already getting out of the shower. Gene doesn't remember ever seeing her just waking up or getting out of bed.
"Triiish?" Gene called out as he rapped on her door.
But he stopped his knuckles just short. He didn't know why he bothered, he'd be met with silence either way, whether by her being asleep or not even in the room. He might as well just open the door right off the bat.
And that's what he did. He turned the knob and pushed the door wide open.
"Trish, are you awa- oh, God!"
A shrill shriek pierced the father's eardrums and echoed all over the household. He couldn't close the door fast enough.
"Oh my God I was just putting on a towel!" Trisha screamed from the other side of the door.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Gene said, guilt and arousal forming a chaotic mix within him.
The immediate memory of his daughter's short, slender naked body assailed his thoughts. That was when he realized just how much she had grown and will continue to grow into a fine young woman. She may have a short, skinny body but he saw the beginnings of breasts budding in her chest. He also noticed the way her smooth, straight torso lay above a growing curve in her hips which led to a set of slightly thickening thighs. And between those same delicious thighs was the tiny little virgin slit that he'd come to know since he changed her diapers as a baby.
He could tell in a few years she was going to be thicker than her older sisters at that same age and he couldn't wait.
"Oh goddammit." Gene cursed as he saw the erection from earlier come back in full force.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the door open behind him. He turned around to see a slightly miffed middle schooler looking up at him with a sour look.
"Papaaaa, can you please knock next time?" Trisha whined, childishly puffing up her cheeks to emphasize her displeasure.
"Sorry baby doll. I usually do but I also usually get a 50/50 shot of you either being asleep or out of the room getting ready."
"Well, ya caught me in between. Can you be a little careful next time, please?"
"Lessoned learned, that's for sure. Won't make that mistake again."
Trisha flashed a pleased smile. "Good. I'ma go take a shower okay, Papa?"
"You do that. In the meantime, I'll cook you girls some breakfast."
"Okay!"
With that, Gene made his way downstairs and to the kitchen he dug through the fridge and cabinets, brought everything he needed to the counter and went straight to work. He managed to finish cooking, plate everything, and set the table before the girls came down, all fully dressed.
They sat at the seats in front of the food they knew was meant for them. Alexis had a simple breakfast of some toasted garlic bread, hash browns and a cup of coffee. Jasmine had a hearty protein rich breakfast of two sunny side eggs, a handful of bacon, and just as much sausage with a protein shake Gene had blended for her. Trisha had a stack of chocolate chip pancakes and some chocolate milk.
Alexis took her sweet time eating because she was on her Switch playing some Pokémon game that Gene didn't know about. He only played up to Gen 4.
"Geez Lex, ya never stop with that, huh?" Jasmine asked as she took a bite of bacon.
"Of course not. This game's too fun. Poorly optimized and looks like dogshit, but fun."
"Language, Lexy." Trisha pointed out.
"Sorry."
"Daddy, can you pass the chocolate sauce?" Lexy turned to her Dad to ask.
"Sure thing, hon."
Gene does just that, grabbing the bottle and handing it to his youngest as she took it with a smile.
"Thank yoouuu!"
"You should lay off on all that bacon, y'know." Lex advised Jasmine.
"I will when Dad stops making them so good." Jasmine snapped back.
"She's right, y'know. Don't wanna get clogged arteries later down the line." Gene added.
"I'll eat bacon to my grave." Jazz said stubbornly.
"You're gonna eat those words someday, Jazz." Gene said cheekily, drawing a groan from all three girls.
Eventually the family finished their breakfast. They cleaned up after themselves before walking out the front door and getting into the family van. The older sisters got into the back while Trisha rode shotgun like always.
Whenever Gene had to drive them to and from school, he always had to drive to wildly different directions, which didn't allow him an easy or smooth way to drop them off or pick them up every day and often took a big chunk of time.
They pulled up to the gates of Alexis's University.
"Have a good day, Lexy." Gene said his goodbyes.
"Mm-hmm." Lexy simply said, eyes still glued to her switch as she walked out of the van.
A few minutes later, they get to Jasmine's high school.
"Pick ya up later, Jazz."
"Yeah, sure." Jasmine said as she slid open the door.
"Just remember not to-"
The force of the sliding door slamming punched Gene in his eardrums and shook the car.
"... slam the door." Gene sighed as he watched Jasmine run off and meet up with friends near the front entrance of the school.
Afterwards, they drive off and eventually end up at Trisha's Middle School, which was thankfully not too far away from Jasmine's high school.
"Bye, Papa!" Trisha excitedly said her goodbye as she gave Gene a hug.
"Have fun at school, sweetie." Gene said as he kissed Trisha on her forehead.
Trisha giggled squeakily. "Thanks, Papa. You have fun at work, too!"
Trisha gave her dad a peck on his cheek before energetically running out of the door.
As soon as his car went empty and quiet, Gene turned his car around and headed home.
Home was where Gene made a living doing freelance IT, Web, and graphic design jobs. There was never any shortage of work to be done and money to be made. That plus some smart investments was how he managed to afford a decent two floor house and to take care of three girls while putting one through college, though thanks to a scholarship she got from her High school, Gene only had to pay a fraction of Alexis's total tuition.
They weren't rich by any means but they definitely had enough not to worry about keeping the lights on and putting food on the table. It helped that Alexis also had a part time job at an electronics store that she worked every week day after school. which provided another source of income.
It took only a few hours to do his assignments for the day, which left Gene plenty of time before he had to pick his kids up from their respective schools. He spent another hour or two doing some housework and when he was done, he cooked himself some lunch.
He still had plenty of time. His girls' school day was barely halfway over.
He thought about opening Steam on his PC and playing something. He recently splurged on a few games that were on sale and figured he might as well play them.
"Oh right, Lexy's game." He said to himself in a flash of remembrance.
Gene decided, before he'd help her with the coding, to call her and let her know. She didn't answer on the first attempt. Second and third attempts were also failures. He figured she was still in class so he gave up and just went straight to her room.
He sat down on her desk and booted up the triple monitor computer she built herself after saving her own money to do so. She'd always refuse every one of his attempts to help, saying "I know what I'm doing, let me handle it."
He opened up the game's files, code and art assets alike. On one monitor, he scrolled through all the seemingly infinite lines of code, taking him several minutes and a strained finger to do so. On the other monitor, he had the art viewing program.
From what Gene could remember from all the times he's helped her with the game, as he looked at the last line of code she left off on, it looked like she was tweaking a character's "Seduction Check."
Right, that was the dating sim part of this turn based RPG. The game's player character had combat as well as "romance" stats. The game's Non-playable characters, friends and enemies alike, also had these same stats with varying, sometimes arbitrary or random numbers.
For the player, those romance stats are usually tied to accessing certain lines of dialogue and even "romance" options for certain NPCs. Having the right amount of a certain stat like "Seduction", picking the right dialogue option, doing the right action, or giving them the right item may lead to… love scenes. Yes, it was that kind of game. With animations and sound effects. Though there was no voice acting for any of them. Lexy figured those would be one of the last things she'd implement.
When Gene found out about this, he was accepting but weirded out by his brush with the tip of Alexis's fetishistic iceberg.
"Sex sells." She once said to justify the lewd scenes in the game.
Though if Gene wanted to, he could pick which NPCs could be romanced and tweak their requirements to make them as easy or difficult as he saw fit.
When he looked closely at the particular line of code, he saw that the Seduction check was tied to a character named…
…Dad?
"Huh."
Gene didn't even remember the player character having any parents in the game, let alone a Dad.
Gene decided to open a document that had all of the changelogs for the game. He used the search function and typed "Dad", getting a lot of results.
He saw that Dad was added about… six months ago?
Interestingly enough that was around the time he had to stop helping Alexis with the game. Even more interesting was that she also started acting distant around that time.
Even more and more interesting was that the Dad turned out to be a romanceable option. And his love scenes were very… well, he's seen love scenes from other characters but none of them felt more "from the heart" than the ones with Dad.
Gene had no idea how to feel about the implications surrounding that and frankly he didn't want to dwell on it any further. He'd hope it was just pure coincidence and nothing more.
When he searched for more info on this Dad character, he found a full character sheet that had all his lore, stats, skills, etc. There was even an image of his model.
"Wow… it's like looking into a mirror." Gene said as he took in all the features that were uncannily similar to his.
In addition to being romanceable, he turned out to also be a potential party member.
"Tank and…support? Can cook and repair things and can program? And some special ability tied to protecting the player character? Hitting way too close to home, Lex."
While looking through his Insert's stats, he noticed that the requirements to romance him were actually pretty complicated. And the option to even do so can only be accessed if the player made their character female.
Though he was far from the only NPC to have gender-specific requirements, Gene still did not like what that implied.
Mostly because he found it hot and he hated that he did.
"How bout we do a little…"
Gene cracked his knuckles before putting his hands to the keyboard and mouse and going to work. He pretty much made the Dad not only easier to seduce into sex but also changed much of his dialogue to be generally flirtier and dirtier. He also added even more dialogue to the sex scenes and made them longer and more plentiful which made him glad Alexis made so many animations of it already.
Gene barely noticed how aroused he was getting while writing "Dad" doing very dirty things to the player. It made him visualize doing many of those things to his own daughter.
As soon as he was done, the full extent of his horniness fully dawned on him. He was really tempted to jerk it right then and there, using some of the sex scene animations Alexis had made but he didn't want to leave any evidence that he did so and shatter the already fractured relationship he had with her.
He couldn't jerk it even if he wanted to, anyways. It was near time for him to pick up his daughters as well as drive Alexis to work. He quickly saved all his changes, turned the computer off and got ready.
Even as he jumped behind the wheel his boner had yet to go down. What he did to the game stuck like super glue to his mind. If what Alexis did came from the heart then what he turned it into came straight from his dick.
His erection persisted all the way to when he picked up Jasmine and Trisha. It didn't help that they were in their uniforms for their extracurriculars, with Jasmine in her two piece volleyball uniform that showed off her muscular midriff and Trisha with her cheerleader uniform that showed off her deliciously but subtly thick thighs. Didn't help that his youngest was riding shotgun next to him.
Getting Alexis from school made it worse because it reminded him of the game again and his desire to dominate her now that he knew she fantasized about exactly that.
He couldn't drive home fast enough. He rushed a little to get in the house which thankfully didn't draw enough suspicion from his daughters.
When the girls went upstairs to change and shower, Gene immediately started preparing dinner, which was made difficult by his aching, burning hardon.
Once all was set, dinner was relatively quiet, at least on Gene's side. The girls conversed among themselves and whenever one of them spoke to him, he gave short almost entirely monosyllabic answers. Thankfully, they still didn't think something was up.
That was until after dinner, he told the girls that he would be turning in early.
"Daddy? Are you okay?" Trisha asked, stopping him just before he was able to get up from his seat.
Gene gulped. "Yeah, I'm fine, Trish. Just not feeling so hot today. You girls clean the table and the dishes without me tonight."
"Weird. You always cleaned with us." Jasmine pointed out.
"Not tonight, Jazz. I'm not feeling it today."
Alexis spoke up. "By the way I noticed you called me earlier and you didn't leave a text. What was it that you needed?"
There was a hitch in Gene's throat as his whole skin turned pale and his entire body tensed up as he flashed back to that discovery in Alexis's game.
"Uh, just… wanted to tell you I was… gonna help you out with the coding of the game."
It was Alexis's turn to get a few shades whiter than she already was. Trisha and Jasmine couldn't help but roll their eyes how she and Dad behaved so similarly.
"Uhh. Did…didja see anything umm… weird orrr…"
Gen shook his head. "No, I… didn't give it that deep of a look. There were a lot of changes to everything, systems, UI, AI behaviors. It'd take ages to go through them all."
Alexis's shoulders relaxed. "Oh I see. Well, maybe tomorrow I can explain what I added so far. Assuming you're not busy again. It is Saturday after all."
"R-Right. We can do that."
Oh she's totally gonna hide the whole romance arc with the "Dad". Probably take him out of the game altogether. It's pretty clear to him how embarrassing it would be if she knew he found out about "Dad."
"Anyways ladies, I think I'm gonna hit the hay early. Seeya tomorrow. And remember, you girls are free to stay up as late as you want, just don't be so noisy, alright?"
"Okay, Papa! We'll be good!"
"Yeah, sure."
"No promises, Pops."
With that, Gene made his way up the stairs, leaving the girls to the cleanup. They began to speak to one another, which stopped Gene in his tracks.
"Hey after we clean up, can I play your game, Lexy? I wanna see Papa again." Trisha asked.
"Same. Kinda curious about your progress on his uhhh… scenes." Jasmine said.
"Yeah sure, we can do that. I still gotta do some tweaks on him anyways but he should be mostly functional."
Gene's heart jumped at the fact that his younger daughters had similar proclivities to his oldest. It made him wonder if all three of them had a hand in adding "Dad" in the first place.
Whichever the case may be, Gene still wanted to turn in. He wasn't completely lying when he said he was tired. Though it didn't stem from any kind of work he did earlier. Moreso dealing with the complicated feelings he had for his daughters and the discovery that the feelings might be mutual… for all of them.
The more he thought about it, the more his head throbbed sharply in pain. Briefly, he thought about firing up his computer and pulling out the moisturizer for some "assistance". Even though it was a Friday night, the most ideal time, he didn't think he could go all night like usual with what's been stewing uncomfortably in his head recently.
But he still had a stiffy to deal with.
As an alternate solution, Gene got into the shower, making sure the water was freezing so his dick would go limp quicker. It worked to a certain degree, but only got him down to half mast.
"Good enough." Gene decided, accepting that he at least won't have to sleep like he's got a kickstand.
After changing into a meager tank top and shorts, Gene jumped under the covers and fell asleep in a matter of minutes.
Gene was woken up slightly by the opening of his door. Though he remained sleepy enough not to ask who it was or even lift his head to address them.
"Daddy?" That was Trisha's soft, childish voice calling out in the dark.
"Mmmrm?" Gene responded with the least he could do to let Trish know he acknowledged her. He kept his eyes closed but he could tell she was near the edge of the bed.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
If Gene wasn't so tired, he'd question her. She hadn't asked to sleep in his bed since she was in elementary school. And she usually did so if she had a nightmare.
But he couldn't say no to her. She was his baby, after all. And he could use someone to cuddle with for the rest of the night.
"Mmmhere." Gene said groggily as he raised his blanket to let her in.
Gene felt her light frame push down onto the mattress before, her tinier body snuggled up against his larger body. Front to front, she laid her arms and her head against his chest, his steadily beating heart right next to her, lulling her to sleep like it did when she was much younger.
Gene wrapped her in his large arms like they made a second blanket covering her body.
Gene didn't remember going to sleep this relaxed and happy in a long time. It felt so nice not to be alone in bed for once. As weird as it sounded, he didn't mind if his other girls came by and slept in his bed as well. There was enough room for all of them.
Gene jumped in his skin when he felt a small hand rubbing against his crotch. All traces of sleepiness had been thrown out the window as alarms started blaring in his head.
Gene choked up. "Trish? What are you doing?"
Trish seductively called out. "Daddy… "
His entire body stiffened when Trish started squeezing his cock through his shorts. Gene couldn't stop his erection nor his feelings from earlier resurfacing at full force.
"Tr-Trish. You gotta… you gotta stop this. Right now…" Gene struggled to speak through the hitches in his throat.
"But… I know you've been lonely for so long since Mom isn't around anymore."
"Yes, but this isn't the solution, Trish!" Gene whispered urgently.
"But you never dated because you focused on taking care of us. So please, let me return the favor… Daddy…"
The word coming out of his own daughter in a gasp-like breath sent shivers down Gene's spine, quickly crumbling his defenses. The
burning passion in her shimmering green eyes trapped him from looking away. She started tracing the length of his cock through his shorts, her hand tightly clenched.
"You're so hard. You need my help now more than ever."
Gene didn't know how much longer he could resist the temptation to break the ultimate boundary between them.
"Let me make all the stress and sadness go away. You want that don't you, Daddy?"
This is wrong. It's all wrong. This was his daughter. He saw her being born. He changed her diapers. He taught her how to ride a bike. He couldn't. He shouldn't. He can't.
But he will.
"Y-Yes… " Gene firmly and boldly affirmed
Trisha's smile could light up the whole room. "Thank you, Daddy. You won't regret this."
"Christ on a cross, why am I doing this?"
With that, Trish dug into his shorts, pulling his erect dick over the top and letting it flop free and stand straight.
"Holy cow, Daddy… you're huge!" Trisha's eyes shot wide as her jaw fell open.
"Are you sure you can handle it, sweetheart?"
"I think I can… and then some."
Trish's smaller hand struggled to make her fingers meet when she tried to squeeze his cock but she managed to smoothly run it from the base to the tip. She kept at it, feeling her Daddy throb under her touch.
"T-Trish…"
"Shh, I can do it. Just let me make you feel good."
Trish slithered down the bed until her face was level with her dad's daunting cock, his smooth, round head leaking a dab of precum. Tentatively, she stuck a tongue out at the leaky tip, the precum tingling her tongue with a salty sourness she's never tasted before.
The feeling of his daughter's tongue brushing against his urethra made him shudder for reasons he knew he shouldn't be having and kicked himself for enjoying them. But as Trish continued to lick and kiss his head, he found himself more and more receptive to her lewd acts.
And hornier.
"Oh God, I can't believe I'm even enjoying this…"
"Mmm? What was that?"
"Nothing… uhh, you can keep going, hon."
"Will do, Daddy!"
Trish grew a little bolder and dipped her lips further down her father's shaft, filling him with more heat and wetness. Gene was a tad shocked to feel her taking more than 3 inches of him, but she soon hit the wall and ended up gagging and pulling all the way out immediately to cough harshly.
"Oh my God, Trish! Are you okay?" Taken over by his fatherly instincts, he raised Trish to his eye level before wrapping her in a tight, scared embrace.
Trish gave a small cough. "I'm fine, Daddy. I just went too far too fast."
"Well don't do that, hon. This is your first time isn't it?"
Trish looked almost too embarrassed to admit with a nod.
"I-Is that bad?"
"Of course not, hon! In fact I'm glad you haven't done it with anyone else yet."
Trish brightened up a little. "Really?"
Gene gave a genuine nod. "Of course! That means no one has ever touched my little girl like this."
"Nope. Never. And I'll only do this with Daddy. Nobody else."
"That's my good girl." Gene patted her on her brown-haired head. Trish squeaked in delight, always loving the way her Daddy's big, but gentle hand felt on her head.
"You can keep going. But maybe stay where you feel more comfortable, alright?"
Trish nodded obediently. "Okay Daddy, I won't let you down!"
"Hold on, sweetie. I wanna make you feel good, too."
Trish gasped, shimmering green eyes looking up at her dad like he just told her he was her favorite superhero this whole time.
"Sh-Show me…"
With some positioning of their bodies, Gene sat up while Trisha laid on all fours by his side, her face just a nudge away from his cock.
As she started bobbing her head up and down on her father's thick, towering member, Gene rubbed her clothed little butt, his palm moving up and down one of her cheeks, giving her playful squeezes and smacks, drawing cute little moans of joy from his little girl.
"Whatever you can't take into your mouth, just stroke it with your hand."
"Mmhmm!"
Trisha did exactly as asked of her, using her dominant right hand to grab her father as tightly as she could and jerk off the exposed remainder of his cock. Even though Gene has been treated to more practiced hands, Trish left his toes curling and his head leaning back against the headboard.
"Oh geez, Trish… you're actually really good at that."
Trish giggled at the compliment but stayed right where she was on her father's dick.
Gene grabbed the top of his daughter's shorts and pulled them down to her thighs, exposing her small, but thick and jiggly ass. Enjoying the way her slightly plush flesh collapsed like dough under her fingers, he gave her a playful smack, drawing out a pained hum that vibrated his dick.
Gene snuck his fingers between her thighs, already finding out how flooded with arousal she was just by feeling it running down her thighs and onto his fingers.
"God, you're soaked, Trish." Gene pointed out.
The girl popped off her dad's cock to reply. "That's because I'm more than ready for you, Daddy…"
Gene shuddered once more, the lust-filled beast inside him struggling to keep still while there's this young little cunt, waiting to get impaled on his cock any second now. But he knew she needed a bit of prep before he could think about doing so.
Gene stuck a finger into his daughter's exposed pussy and despite how drenched she was, it was still a tight fit. It took him a bit of time and effort to get his middle finger all the way to the first knuckle. Once he felt like she was ready, he added another finger, hooked them into her insides and repeated until he added yet another finger.
"Mmmph!"
"Shhh… I know, honey. Just take it for me."
Trisha nodded, staying in place as she let her Daddy thrust his fingers in and out of her, opening her up more and more while drowning his hand in her juices in the process.
"I think you're ready, Pumpkin." Gene said as he lifted Trish's head off of his cock.
"Yes Daddy, I want it…"
"Then stay right where you are."
Gene got up and stood behind Trish, his entire body shaking and his dick pulsing in anticipation. As he gazed down on her, bent over on all fours, her smooth, round butt exposed, looking so cute and small. So willing and vulnerable.
So sexy and breedable.
Gene held her by her hips as he lined his cock up to her soaked slit. Trisha stiffened up as he rubbed his head up and down her slit to tease her and lube himself just a bit more.
"I'm going in, okay baby?"
"Okay. Go ahead, Daddy…"
Gene took it real easy and slow, knowing it'll be a tight fit. He pried his daughter's pristine pussy lips open, spreading it far wider than she's ever done.
"Oh goooosh!" Trisha's entire body trembled severely as her Dad dipped his dick slightly deeper, already passing his head.
"H-Honey, listen… I need. I need you to relax, okay? This'll hurt if you don't."
"R-Right… I'll try, Daddy…"
Trisha took a deep breath and Gene felt her relax under her touch. He pushed onwards and found her insides more accomodating to his dimensions, yet at the same time, her pussy still strangled his length like nothing ever has before.
"Trish you're so tight! You're the tightest I've ever had!"
"I-Is that good?"
"Ohhh, it's the best…"
A choked groan spilled out of Gene's mouth the moment the tip of his cock kissed her cervix. He couldn't manage to get every inch of himself inside but it didn't matter. What she managed to take, she unwittingly treated it the best way he could've hoped for.
"Gonna start moving, okay? Again, just relax."
Trisha nodded, offering a meek little whimper as a response.
Once again, Gene moved at a snail's pace as he pulled back. Trisha's hot, slick insides squeezed for dear life, as if begging her dad not to pull out. Luckily for her, that wasn't the caze and Gene pushed right back in, albeit just as slowly.
Gene began to saw in and out of her pussy, only incrementally picking up the pace so as to get her adjusted to the sensation of getting fucked before he could get things really going.
"Daddyyy… fasterrrr…" Trish whined as she started throwing her ass back and meeting her dad halfway.
"Are you sure, sweetheart? I think you need some more time before we can go at a 'grown-up's pace'."
"I think I'm ready for it now…"
"Okay then. If you say so. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Gene pulled his hips almost all the way back, keeping his head inside. He stayed there for a few seconds as if to give her a window for second thoughts. When she expressed no need to stop, in a snap, he launched his hips forward, slamming into her cervix.
"Aahh!"
Trish let out a shriek as her face fell onto the bed, leaving her ass up and out and taking her father's much faster, harder thrusts. This time he was too driven by his own lust to check on her.
"You feel so good, Trisha… I can't stop…" Gene leaned forward and groaned into her ear.
"Y-Yes… d-don't-ha-ahhh…don't stop… you feel so good, too!" Trisha turned her head to moan.
"You like taking Daddy's dick, honey?"
"More than anything…" Trisha squeaked.
"Good. You better get used to it. You'll be taking it every day. Would you like that, honey?"
"Please… I want Daddy to use me however he wants…" Trish's words came out between choked gasps.
"Good girl… You're gonna be Daddy's little cumdump. I'm gonna pump you full whenever I want." Gene growled.
"I wanna make Daddy feel good… I'll always be happy as long as I make Daddy happy…"
The rhythm of Gene's thrusts grew more erratic and uneven as the burning, itching feeling in his loins slowly bloomed and his end was on the horizon and fast approaching. His fingers dug deep into his daughter's pliant hips as he grew mad with lust.
"Get ready, Trish. I'm gonna blow in a bit, so you stay right there and take it like a good little girl, alright?"
"Y-Yes, Daddy… I'm ready… let it all out."
Trish didn't have to tell him twice. With a throaty groan, his balls expunging all of its contents and flooding his youngest daughter's tiny, waiting pussy.
"Ohh, take it. You're doing such a good job, baby girl…" Gene cooed as he shoved Trisha's face into the mattress while petting her.
He came so hard his balls and pisshole grew a little sore from how much he let out. He lost count as to how many shots he let out, but quickly forgot about it and simply rode the waves of his climax.
It was a hard landing when he fell back to Earth. He slumped and fell down onto the bed right next to Trisha. When he pulled out, a bucket's worth of his seed spilled out of his daughter's reddened, battered pussy.
"Ohh gosh, Trish I can't believe we did that…" Gene sighed as he laid his forearm across his eyes.
"I know right? That was…amazing…" Trish whispered, her eyes closed.
Gene still remained vigorous enough to again but he didn't want to overwork his youngest.
"You did a good job, sweetie. I'm proud of you." Gene said as he kissed Trisha's forehead.
She spoke weakly. "Yay… I made Daddy happy."
"Yes you did. Now go to sleep, baby girl. You must be exhausted."
"I'm sorry, that was a lot…wish I can do more."
"You've done enough for tonight, hon. Don't push yourself." Gene caressed Trisha's cheek.
Trisha yawned. "You can go see Lexy and Jazzy in the meantime. They… they wanna see you, too…"
Gene raised his eyebrow, the prospect of fucking his daughters aroused more than it distressed him.
"Really? Maybe I should pay them a visit."
"You should. And when you're done, it's my turn again, right Daddy?"
"Of course, honey. For now, rest up. I'll deal with your sisters."
Gene got up out of bed, leaving his freshly fucked daughter to stew in his and her juices. He threw his pants off entirely, figuring that if they wanted what Trish wanted, he might as well make it easier for them.
When he got to Jasmine's room, he knocked on the door.
"Hello Jasmine? I just uhh… 'spoke' with Trish and she told me you wanted to see me?"
Gene barely heard the door open before he felt his shirt being roughly tugged into the room and before knew it, he was thrown onto another bed. When he tried to get up, he was pushed back down with a foot against his raging erection.
"Wh-Whoa what the-"
"Hey Dad." Jasmine smugly greeted as she stood dominantly over her father's body. She was stripped of all her clothes, gracing him with the sight of her in the buff.
"H-Hey, Jazz."
Gene winced as his middle daughter applied some pressure while moving the sole of her foot up and down her Dad's throbbing erection.
"By the way your dick feels, it looks like ya already banged Lil Trish's brains out, huh?"
"That obvious, huh?"
"Yeah. Ya freakin' sicko."
Gene hissed sharply between his teeth as Jasmine kept up the pressure and picked up the pace on her foot.
"Bet you liked the way her pussy felt on your dick huh? Couldn't wait to spread those tight pussy lips and go to town?"
"You're… Goddamned right- agh!"
Jasmine lifted her foot and started gently squishing her dad's balls like grapes.
"Wow, you really are hopeless. I'm sure getting your dick milked by that extra tight cunt was like heaven, huh? Where didja end up cumming, huh?"
Jasmine started rubbing circles on her dad's cock. Gene noticed how her arousal leaked profusely down her thighs. The sight and the fact she was getting turned on by the idea of her little sister getting fucked by her dad brought a sadistic smile on her face.
"Inside. Deep inside that barely teenage pussy. I made sure she took every last drop."
That gave Jasmine pause, her jaw falling and eyes threatening to pop out in astonishment.
"You… you really did it…"
Gene nodded, almost with beaming pride.
"Yeah. And maybe I'll do it again later."
"You…"
Gene heaved a grunt when Jasmine stomped his cock again. She pushed down on his aching erection until it laid flat against his stomach and started rubbing his foot raw.
"You. Fucking. Pervert! What. Is. Wrong. With. You!"
Jasmine accompanied each syllable with a rough rub or a hard stomp. Though Gene felt some pain, it was all dwarfed by the arousal and pleasure that derived from his daughter's aggressive footwork. It all quickly accumulated into another accelerated approach to the end.
"Aww shit…"
Without warning, Gene's cum erupted like a geyset, shooting straight up and all over Jasmine's foot.
"Holy crap, you have issues." The tomboy remarked, shaking her head.
There was a silent pause as Jasmine lifted her foot off her Dad's cock and brought it back to the floor. She had a look on her face that Gene had trouble reading to figure out her feelings.
Then he noticed her pupils briefly drifting to his cock, which remained standing solidly straight.
Her next move was so sudden, she moved in a blur that Gene could barely perceive. In one second she was standing and in the next, her naked pussy hung over his face, dripping with need.
"You better paint these insides white before you get to anyone else. But first, prep me."
Jasmine didn't even let her dad get a word in before her crotch came down on his head like a guillotine, her moist muff engulfing his lips. Gene had no other choice but to start making out with his daughter's pussy.
The strong, pungent aroma of her liquid arousal made Gene feverish in his efforts, lapping at Jasmine's cunt inside and out, licking up every drop of her juices he could find and opening her up little by little.
Jasmine let out a girlish whimper the moment Gene found her clit and proceeded to focus exclusively on it. Every lash of his tongue left her shaky and breathless. The lust surging through her body dragged her closer to her limits, compelling her to grind her hips on her dad's mouth to get there faster.
"Ohhh gosh, Dad! I'm-I'm gon- hah-hahhh!"
Gene felt a strong splash against his mouth, followed by a steady stream of his daughter's orgasmic fluids gushing into his mouth which he swallowed without resistance.
Some of Jasmine's girlcum tethered to Gene's mouth as she raised herself off of his mouth.
"Whoa, okay… that was pretty good… maybe you're not as lame as I thought…" Jasmine huffed.
"Yup. Your old man's still got it." Gene smiled boldly.
"Well, we haven't seen that for sure quite yet…"
Jasmine shuffled back on her knees until her firm, muscular ass hit her Dad's dick.
She grabbed him by the shaft. "You are pretty big, I'll give you that."
The athletic tomboy stood up slightly, putting herself right above Gene's dick.
"But the real question is… do ya know how to use it?"
Gene chuckled. "Wanna find out?"
Jasmine's teeth shined from her grin. "Hell yeah. You better give me a good, long ride, Old Man."
"We can be here all night, if you can handle it."
"As long as you don't get a heart attack or somethin' we'll go as long as you want."
With Jasmine holding her father's cock by the base, she lowered herself onto him. Much like with Trish, she stiffened in pain trying to get over the head. Gene almost piped up and told her to relax but she did it on her own before her descent continued.
"Ohhh shiiit…"
Jasmine groaned as she started closing in on the root of Gene's steel rod. Though she wasn't as tight as Trish, the man still felt choked by her pussy, her inner muscles feeling a lot more solid than her little sister's. He held her by her hips to brace himself and to help her along.
Both froze once Jazz finally touched down. The girl stiffened immensely before letting out another heavy breath and releasing all the tension she held.
"Geez, Dad… ya make me feel… so full!" Jasmine's eye twitched as she clenched her teeth.
"Jazz, you're not a virgin? I didn't feel a… y'know."
"Well I do a lot of sports and working out and stuff. And you know I have a girlfriend. You take your pick how I lost it."
"Shame. I was hoping to be the reason for that." Gene smirked lecherously.
"You really are a dirty old man, aren't you?"
"You haven't seen anything yet."
A sharp gasp slipped from Jasmine's lips without her meaning to, forced out by Gene's slowly bucking hips. He helped himself to his daughter's flooding, clenching cunt, enjoying the way her juices ran down his shaft and stuck to his pelvis with each thrust.
"That all you got, old man? This is a lot slower than I'm used to." Jasmine teased.
"Used to?"
"Yeah. Tanya goes way faster on me."
Gene's eyes burned. "Oh yeah? I'll show you faster!"
Unlike with Trish earlier, Gene didn't ease into his relentlessly fast and intense pace. He got into it pretty much immediately, his cock rearranging her insides without quarter or mercy.
"Yeah, that's it! That's how I like it!" Jasmine loudly cheered as he met him halfway with solid slams of her hips.
Seeing as she's not expressing the least bit of discomfort or resistance in the least, Gene felt uncaged and free to do as he pleased. His hips moved from Jasmine's hips, climbing up her hardy, sweat-glittered abs until he reached her perky B-cups, immediately finding her nipples and giving both a solid squeeze.
"Ssst ooh, that hurts real nice. Keep going…"
Jasmine begged and Gene delivered. He twisted her nipples as hard as he could, drawing more delightful noises out of her. Her snatch snapped shut around his shaft in the process, giving his length a deathly grip in an attempt to wrest him of his seed.
"Oh shit, Jazz. You keep that up and you're gonna get a fresh coat of creamy white in that interior of yours!" Gene warned.
"Not my fault you can't handle a little squeeze. How bout another one?"
Gene grunted as Jasmine contracted her insides once again, her inner muscles rippling up and down her father's thick inches. The quickness of his movements quickly deteriorated as another release slowly made its way to his burning loins
"Urgh, fine. If you want it so bad, then you can have iiiit!"
Gene's groan echoed throughout the room as he let loose another brim-filling load, this one even bigger than the last, quickly flooding Jasmine's insides.
"D-Daaaad! Haahhhh!"
As Gene's cum bloated Jasmine's womb like a balloon, she let out a keen as the pressure of her father's ejaculation hair triggered a climax that tore through her trembling body and left her boneless and bereft of energy comparable to her most intense workouts and hardest games of volleyball.
Jasmine fell onto Gene's chest, internally kicking herself for the way she enjoyed how she felt and how she blushed when Gene wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled into his embrace.
"Didja feel good honey?" Gene asked as he ran his hand through his middle daughter's short black hair.
"Mmmrrsss…" Jasmine mumbled
"What was that?"
"Yrsss…" She repeated clearer but not louder.
"Sorry? Say again?"
"Yes. Yes! Yes! I liked it, alright? Ya happy now?" Jasmine snapped.
Gen chuckled. "Heh. Just making sure."
"I hate you…"
"I know." Gene said as he kissed Jasmine in her forehead before rolling over and letting her down onto the bed.
"Wh-Where you going?" Jasmine could barely hide the frustration and neediness in her voice.
"Gonna go see your big sister. See what she's up to."
Jazz rolled her eyes. "Probably still schlicking herself to her game."
"Oh? What do you mean, still?"
Jazz shrugged. "I'm just guessing. That's what she was doing when Trish and I left her."
"Huh."
"Yeah and she's probably still watching that sex scene with you in it."
Gene played dumb. "She put me in a sex scene in the game?"
Jasmine's face fell in horror as she realized what she just said.
"Oh shit I did NOT mean to say that."
Gene let a smile slip through. "Heh. Well now I know. And now I really need to see her."
Gene walked out of the room, leaving his middle daughter on her own.
"Hey, I'ma be there later alright, Dad? I just gotta take a break first." Gene heard Jazz calling out from her room.
"Yeah sure."
When Gene got to Alexis's room, he stopped when he heard her voice coming from behind the closed door. He heard his name being called even though he knew he wasn't being addressed directly.
"D-Daaad…" Alexis cried out with a moan.
The mewling call of his name turned Gene's drooping half mast into a full mast. Instead of knocking on her door, Gene immediately walked in.
He found Alexis on her office chair, just like how he found her earlier that morning. However, instead of being asleep like she should be at this hour, she was wide awake, with her computer completely on.
She was leaning back on her chair, long creamy legs spread wide with her feet resting on her desk, wet sounds of fingers pushing in and out of a drenched cunnie reverberating throughout the room.
She was wearing her VR headset and her expensive headphones, which explained why she didn't hear him come in.
Gene saw on her computer screen that Alexis's avatar was getting railed by "Dad" in the game.
Instead of making his presence known, Gene stood behind his oldest daughter and started groping her sizable C-cup breasts. He squeezed, kneaded, rubbed, and did everything else any hot blooded man would do to a pair of naked tits held in his horny hands.
Rather than be startled or even angry, Alexis stayed right where she was, intensifying her moans and bodily quakes as if it was all part of the game's experience.
"Daddy… Daddy… oh I can't! Why doesn't it work? Why can't I cum!?" Alexis let out a furious whine before letting her limbs fall to her side.
With a devious smile, Gene pulled one side of her headphones before hotly whispering into his daughter's ear.
"Maybe because you can't do it alone?"
"Whoa! Dad!? What the!?"
Alexis jumped out of her seat with a shocked yell, her headphones and VR headset dropped to the floor.
"You look like you need some help, sweetie. Don't worry, Daddy's here…"
"You're… not supposed to be here… you're not supposed to see… any of this!" Alexis crossed her arms over her breasts, looking like she was about to cry.
"What? It's part of your game isn't it?"
"Y-Yes but… you're not supposed to… I thought you were… oh God! What is wrong with me!?"
Alexis walked to her bed, hiding her face in her hands.
"You weren't supposed to find out like this…"
"Hey hey, it's okay… don't beat yourself up. You did nothing wrong."
"Did nothing wr- I literally made a fantasy world where I fuck my own Dad! And I get off to it every single day! And today was so bad, I couldn't stop for hours. I don't remember making the scene that hot but it was so… agh!"
"Lexy…"
"And now that you know the truth… you're gonna think I'm some kinda freak and kick me out of the house… well you might as well because it's also my fault Jazz and Trish are into you too now…"
"Yeah I know. And I fucked them." Gene boldly admitted.
Alexis's head shot up. Her face struggled to transition from tear-filled sadness to horrified shock, but her hanging jaw said enough.
"You… what?"
Gene repeated, his voice firmer, almost prideful even. "I fucked them. Both of them. And I liked it. A lot. And I will continue to do so as long as they're willing."
Alexis had to rub the teary blurriness out of her eyes as if to make sure the man in front of her was her dad and no one else was saying words she'd never thought she'd hear.
Alexis gasped silently. "You're serious…"
"Oh, he is."
Alexis and Gene turned to the door to see Jasmine along with Trish standing at the door, both completely naked.
"Jazz? Trish? Is that true?" Alexis asked, still in disbelief.
Jasmine nodded. "Yup. He sure did."
"I was first!" Trish raised her hand as she yelled excitedly.
"You cheated. You got into his room." Jasmine chastised.
"Not my fault you're too slow."
"So, you two… you actually… fucked Dad?" Alexis's brain didn't feel satisfied so she asked one more time.
"How many times we gotta spell it out for ya? Yes. We. Fucked. Dad." Jasmine sharply emphasized each word.
"And he shot his goo inside us!" Trish happily blurted out."
Alexis's bewildered look shifted from her sisters to her Dad, who had a soft, understanding look on his face.
"You see? There's nothing wrong with the way you're feeling. And even less wrong with wanting to act on it."
"Trust me, sis. As much as I'm not a fan of him, I won't lie when I say he's a beast in the sack." Jasmine spoke with a lewd smugness.
"Yeah! He made me feel really good too!" Trish added.
"So how about it, Lexy? Will you be a part of this, too? Like you've always wanted?"
Lex's eyes darted between every member of her immediate family, remaining in complete disbelief yet also swelling with a joy her rational mind wasn't sure whether or not she should express openly.
Gene lifted his hand to reach out to her, which made her flinch. She stiffened as he caressed her cheek with his thumb before quickly relaxing and nuzzling into his touch like a cat. He moved his hand before rubbing his thumb along the slightly slick valley between her lips. He gently pulled them open until his thumb slipped into her mouth. As if by instinct, Lexy closed her eyes and sucked on it. The feeling of his eldest daughter's hot, slurping mouth simulating what she could be doing to his dick.
Speaking of which…
Gene pulled down Alexis's lower lip, opening her mouth a little wider, letting her tongue stick slightly out.
Alexis's eyes shot wide open as she felt something much bigger and thicker kiss her slightly ajar lips. The thick, overwhelming smell and taste of sex permeated her senses, putting her in a slight daze. She froze, briefly at a loss and nearly went into a panic until her father's hand came down on her head, nearly instantly calming her down.
"Sshhh… it's okay, baby." Gene said that soft, reassuring, fatherly voice of his.
"You let me do the rest. We'll take it slow, okay? Just relax, okay?"
"It's okay, Lexy. It's not so bad once you get used to it." Trish assured with a hand on her big sister's shoulder.
"Wait, ya blew Dad earlier?" Jasmine asked.
Trish giggled. "I didn't blow Daddy, I sucked him, silly."
"Not wha- ugh, whatever."
Alexis exhaled through her nose as Gene pushed his head past her lips, the rest of his engorged, elongated shaft followed suit. Gene groaned under his breath as the burning wetness of his eldest's mouth surrounded him inch by inch.
Gene was amazed and also shocked that Alexis could take more than three inches of him. Them five inches. Gene hissed a sharp intake of air as he felt himself diving deeper down his daughter's throat seemingly without stopping.
"Whooaaa, I never got that far!" Trish remarked.
"Man, that's crazy. Doing that without choking…" Jasmine commented with a hint of envy.
That was until Alexis's lips puckered against the flesh that connectex Gene's dick and his body. The man's knees nearly buckled under the weight of the pleasure brought by the delicious tightness of his daughter's contracting throat.
"Holy shit, Lexy…" Gene groaned as he pulled his eldest's head deeper into the bent crook of his hips, selfishly indulging in her newfound oral capabilities.
The blossoming lust burned deep within him, driving him to pull back slowly, before pushing forward. Other than a nigh imperceptible squeak, Alexis made no sign of resistance whatsoever.
Which was all the go-ahead Gene needed to fully make use of her throat.
The sisters on the sidelines held their palms to their mouths as they watched what their Dad did to their older sister. They almost wanted to stop him because of how gruesome it looked but by the looks of things, Alexis wasn't bothered by it one bit.
Gene couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. Alexis took him so well and it was like every part of her mouth and throat was designed to stroke his cock and milk him for all he's. It served as an amazing harvester and receptacle of his cum, soon proving to be too effective.
He had to pull himself out immediately, otherwise he was going to drown her in his incoming load. He dragged his swollen meat stick back slowly, indulging in the way it brushed against her pliant gullet.
Copious amounts of saliva stuck to the man's dick before it came springing out of Lexy's mouth with a heavy bounce. The poor girl breathes heavily like she had been submerged underwater for ages.
"God, how do you do that…?" Gene whispered.
"M-M-Muh…" Alexis's lips flapped as she tried to form words.
"What is it sweetie?"
"M–M-Master… please use me any way you like…" Alexis huskily begged.
For some reason being called Master filled him with a strange sense of pride bordering on arrogance. The name had a nice ring to it. It bounced comfortably in his head before settling nicely like it belonged there. And then it fully dawned on him.
He was the master and these girls were his servants, his play-things to use as he saw fit, whenever, however he wanted.
And what he wanted was Alexis's pussy.
Gene pushed her hard, her back bouncing against the bed. He immediately jumped on top of her, spreading her legs and revealing that smooth young cunt he's been lusting after for ages. And now it was finally his to enjoy.
"Have you already… y'know." Gene asked coyly despite everything that's happened
Alexis shook her head, once again letting a breath of relief pass through her Dad's lips.
"Are you even surprised? I mean look at her!" Jasmine teased.
"Fuck you." Alexis snapped back at her sister.
"Thanks for the offer but that's what Dad and Tanya are for." Jasmine laughed.
"And that's what's gonna happen to you, Pumpkin. You ready?"
Alexis gulped. "Ready as I'll ever be, I guess…"
"Okay. Remember to relax. It'll hurt more if you don't."
"Relax… got it." Alexis nodded.
As much as he wanted to ravage her like he did to her throat earlier, he didn't want to hurt her. So much like with Trisha, Gene took his time, savoring the way his daughter opened up and squeezed his length as he buried it deeper into her.
"H-Ha! Master!" Alexis let out a long, mewling cry as her father gradually filled her with every inch.
"Steady baby… Steadyyy…"
At some point there came something like a stabbing sharpness snapping at her insides. It was brief but agonizing as the sudden pain boomed in her gut. It wasn't long until Gene made it all the way to the womb, her pussy walls proving even tighter than her throat.
"Wow Master… we're actually doing it. We're having sex!" Alexis spoke like a kid on Christmas morning.
Gene chuckled. "Yeah we are. So you ready to start working those hips, hon?"
"I was born ready."
Alexis yelped when her father's hands wrapped around her neck before he planted both feet on the bed and folded his daughter over until her knees hung above her. Her hot, wet cunnie twitched and flooded even more at the slight strangling sensation.
"You're a good girl. Now take it like one."
Much like before, Gene immediately began at a rapid pace unlike his other daughters, his hips and his balls slapping the hell out of her ass.
"Ohhh Ga-a-aaawd! Fuck me, Master! Fuck meeee!" Alexis cried out in masochistic glee.
He knew from looking through her game's files that she wanted to be dominated like this. Treated as nothing more than an onahole to fuck and spew his cum into. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Mind if I cut in?"
Trish stood in front of her dad, her feet on either side of her oldest sister's head. She grabbed Gene by his slightly stubbly face before pulling him into a sweet chaste kiss that happened to have some tongue and moans. Gene's hands climbed up his youngest daughter's smooth, plush stomach before finding her tiny budding breasts and giving them a light squeeze, drawing a cute little hum out of his baby girl.
"Seems like ya need some help, Dad." Jasmine said as she lingered suspiciously behind him.
"Allow me."
"Whoa! J-Jazz!"
As Gene kept railing Alexis, he felt Jasmine's curious tongue groping and probing his asshole, sending wave after wave of a weird hotness throughout his body while it bloomed at his thrusting cock. Jasmine didn't let up, even going so far as to spread her Dad's ass cheeks wide and thrust her tongue in and out of his tight pucker.
Gene found that holding back the payload that was boiling and frothing forth was essentially living on borrowed time and it only hurt him more as time went on. His cock throbbed and his balls tightened desperately for release. With all of his daughters unwittingly working as a team to coax his cum out of him.
Which he immediately gave into, his daughters proving too much for him to handle all at once. He stiffened as he let loose deep into his hot young kin, filling yet another willing womb with his incestous cum. Alexis's normally flat stomach was quickly visibly bloating as her father shot his steady stream of seed
"M-M-Masterrrr…you're filling me up so muuuuch!"
Gene could barely hold himself up anymore and the next thing he knew, he had collapsed onto Lex's bed, his body abuzz with fatigue and post-orgasmic bliss. He had nearly slipped into unconsciousness but was immediately denied such much needed rest when he felt three feet rubbing against his slowly solidifying cock.
"Going to sleep on us so soon, Daddy?" Trisha giggled.
"You ain't getting out of this that easily, Master." Jasmine addressed her father ironically.
"There's still three horny girls hungry for your cock and cum. So you better take responsibility… Master." Alexis dutifully reminded.
Gene sighed, watching his world being reshaped in real time and watching his new destiny unfold before his very eyes. As his daughters brought his dick back to life, he realized he had to embrace the new normal of sleepless, exhausting nights from here on out.
At least he won't be lonely anymore.