I can sense the storm brewing in our cabin, the gathering feeling of apprehension scours the surface of our walls as I watch my wife and daughter battle it out. One used to being the matriarch, while the other is trying to find her footing in this life. I love Beverly with my entire soul, but it’s days like this—their push and pull for my attention—that make me wish we had had a son.
“Daddy,” Beverly huffs with annoyance, having to call out to me a second time. “We should pack the bow, too.”
“That’s your mama’s, Bevie,” I tell her as I make my way back into the room. “She needs it for protection while we’re gone.”
“She has Buck.” My daughter’s narrow hip juts out as she blows her dark hair off her forehead.
Buck is our pet dog. We saved him a few years back. He’s large, obviously having a lineage of what was once called a mastiff mated with a wolf.
“Buck can only do so much. Besides, you’re trained better with the crossbow.”
She shrugs as she carelessly throws her mother’s bow aside and seals up our bags. Fuck, it’s difficult being in the center of raging, potent estrogen. I’m hoping to have a nice chat with Bevie this time out, talking to her about the importance of having respect for her parents and explaining the need to foster a good relationship with her mother, she’ll need her when she’s married with children of her own.
Speaking of.
Heidi and I aren’t getting any younger. We’re in our early forties, and time is rough on the aged human body. Common colds can develop into raging lung infections, and diseases are easily developed to fester inside our decaying flesh. I need to find a suitable match for Bevie, and it needs to be someone in our tribe.
The options aren’t great, but then again, I don’t think anyone would be good enough for my baby girl. She needs her own life outside of these walls, even though it’ll damn near kill me to let her go. She holds inside of her the chalice of miracles, a virile womb to repopulate our species, and I can’t deny that for humanity.
“Daddy.” She’s suddenly in front of me, her green eyes searching mine. “Is everything all right with Mama?”
My heart jerks in my chest as warmth courses through me. Not all is lost it seems. “Mama is fine.”
“She’s getting old now, and you know what happens when we get too old to be useful.”
Maybe not.
“Bevie, Mama is not that old, she’s fine I said.” I put a bit more authority in my tone, relaying to her to knock it off.
“Fine.” She shrugs again and steps away. “You should really keep an eye on her.”
“Dinner’s ready!” Heidi calls out from our kitchen, and Bevie brushes by me, her breasts skimming my arm.
I’ll need to find her a husband sooner than I thought.
The aroma of seasoned venison stew rips a groan from my throat as I fall into a chair at the table. My mouth salivates, and I scoop out a portion into my bowl, unable to wait for everyone else to be served. Heidi serves Bevie and then herself, settling in her chair at our small dining table.
The first spoonful singes my tongue, leaving behind a roughened surface and a tingling sensation, but I don’t slow down. I’m starving and cursing myself for not eating before going out to scavenge for wood.
Bevie takes a spoonful and rolls her eyes, glancing briefly at me, then her mother. “You didn’t add enough thyme.”
My wife is an amazing cook, her skills unmatched by all … except our daughter. Bevie has a taste that exceeds both Heidi’s and mine, and she can throw together something gourmet with just a handful of ingredients.
I inwardly cringe as I watch color swim through Heidi’s face, her embarrassed anger saturating the air around us. “Our thyme supply is low,” she grits out between her teeth.
“Well, Daddy and I are heading out tomorrow morning. We’ll bring more back. You really didn’t need to be stingy,” Bevie retorts, dropping her spoon into her bowl. “I’ll need salt to compensate for the bland gravy.”
Her chair scrapes back along the wood planked floor, and I take a deep breath knowing exactly where this is headed.
“You are so unappreciative of the things we do for you.” Heidi’s hands hit the table, her emotions hitting the roof. “You’re a spoiled little girl, and you deserve to be punished.”
I watch with bated breath as Bevie stands from her chair, her palms resting on the tabletop as she leans in closer to her mother. “What are you going to do about it?” Her voice sounds mockingly sinister. “Make Daddy spank me?”
There’s a suggestion intertwined through those words, and I feel my body react as my stomach sours. Why does the thought of spanking my daughter send me into a haze? The thought of her bent over my knee, her bare ass pointing upward, and my rough palm reddening the smooth surface.
“Pollyx!” Heidi’s screech pulls me from my thoughts and shame automatically coats my cheeks in heat. “This is becoming intolerable.”
Beverly is no longer in the kitchen, but her attitude lingers in the space between her mother and me. “You’re right.” I wipe my face with the cloth napkin and exhale loudly. “I’ll have a word with her.”
“And will you be spanking her, too?” Those words filled with so much vitriol hit me square in the face, blow after blow.
I stand slowly, breathing through the anger as it bubbles inside of me, and exuding a calm exterior contrasting with my conflicting insides. “If you think that’s best.”
“You know as well as I do how inappropriate that would be.” Her napkin is thrown to the table.
“Then let’s leave such suggestions out of the conversation.” My teeth clench together as I try not to berate her, to implore her to act her age. Bevie is a hormonal teenager, but Heidi is a grown adult, and her suggestive tone is grating on my nerves.
I decide to save the talk for the morning when I look into Bevie’s room and find her asleep. Her slight form curled up under her patchwork quilt, her shoulders moving in deep slumber. When I see her like this, small and vulnerable, it transports me back to when she was my little girl and her youthful round face would watch me with reverence. It reminds me of how little time I have left before she leaves to make a family of her own.
* * *
Moist heat engulfs my hard cock, the warmth hugging my girth, sucking me inward, and holding me hostage. A soft moan permeates the last vestiges of my sleep as my cock rocks to the rhythm of the pussy clenching around it. My eyes crack open to find my gorgeous wife grinding on top of me, her heavy breasts bouncing with the movement.
My hands move with little thought, gripping onto her waist and guiding her to increase the speed, her arousal slipping down my cock. I wanted to do this last night, to feel her one last time before we left, but her anger was still fresh. The thought of leaving without burying myself deep inside her one last time depressed me. Anything could happen while we’re gone.
“Tell me how much you’ll miss me,” I groan as she lifts herself up, then slams back down.
“I’ll miss your cock, Pollyx.” She smirks, the sight eerily similar to our daughter’s. I try to shake the thought from my mind as my wife rides me into oblivion.
My hands skim up her sides and latch around her full tits, the rosy nipples budding instantly. I massage their heavy weight in my hands, my mouth watering for a taste. My hands push them together as I sit up, my cock slipping in deeper, and suck a dusty-rose nipple into my mouth. I bite into the hardened peak, and grin around it as my wife cries out, the sound bouncing off the surrounding walls.
She can do better than that.
I drop back down to the bed, my hands finding the globes of her ass and my fingers bite into the cheeks. I smile, knowing my grip will leave behind bruises. Then I begin to pound up inside of her, causing her to fall forward and hang onto the headboard.
“Shit,” she moans, her tits swaying over my face. “Holy shit.”
I don’t let up, my punishing pace ripping through her, knowing I’ll leave behind a sore pussy. I want her to feel me long after I’ve left.
She grows wetter; the juices pooling down around my balls as they slap off the skin of her ass. The sound of damp flesh smacking together combined with the tempo of her moans is like a symphony meant to drive me insane. I become incensed with the scent of our sex, the sounds of our coupling, and I flip her over, yanking a leg over my shoulder.
“Let’s make this pussy drown my cock,” I grit out and watch as those emerald eyes of hers darken.
I thrust into her as her walls clamp around me, and the sucking of her pussy resonating throughout the room. She’s so close. My balls tighten as I continue lashing her with my cock, silently pleading with her to come, because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
As if hearing my pleas, her head rears back, the long column of her throat pulsing with her rapid heartbeat and releases a glass shattering scream. Her pussy squeezes, holding me in place as she comes, her wetness cascading around us.
When her eyes meet mine once more, I lean down to press a kiss to her lips, and inhale this moment, committing it all to memory.
“Tell me,” I demand, pushing myself back up. “How much are you going to miss me?”
My cock pounds back into her, making her tits nearly hit her chin, and I grin as her eyes roll back into her head.
“So much,” she moans. “My fingers can never do you justice.”
My vision blacks out with her words as I slam inside one last time, my cock jerking as I come. I fall on top of her, not bothering to pull out, already missing her warmth.
“Now that you’re done, we should get going. Don’t you think?”
My daughter’s derisive words hit the back of my head and pulls me away from the intimate moment. Turning to look over my shoulder, I find her leaning against our bedroom door frame, her eyes firmly on my ass. I clench as I push my softening length into her mother, morbid curiosity winning out, and shock tears through me as she bites into her lip.
“I’ll meet you in the kitchen in five minutes.”
My voice is infused with lust, and it has nothing to do with my cock being buried inside my wife.
* * *
Our horses are packed, and the cart is hooked up behind us. On nights we can’t sleep in the open, we’ll lay our bed packs in there, and try to rest in the cramped space. I’m hoping for every night to be clear enough to sleep outside because my daughter, being in proximity, is sending anxiety through me. Something immoral is developing between us and I think my wife can sense it.
“Be safe.” Heidi’s eyes are awash with tears as she watches Bevie swing her leg over her horse.
I pull my wife into my arms, her heart pounding a quick staccato into my chest, and the wet release of her tears hitting my shoulder.
“We’ll be back before you know it,” I whisper, pressing my mouth to her ear. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Releasing her, I turn on my heel, my heart dropping with every step away from my wife and toward my daughter. Bevie looks at me as I lift myself up on my horse, watching me with hooded eyes and a small smile. I have a feeling this trip will forever change our family’s dynamic.
It’s during our first stop four hours later when my worst fears come to fruition. I come out from behind a large boulder, having just finished relieving my bladder when I find my daughter pulling her shirt off, and exposing her naked top half to the sun’s dominant rays. She bunches the fabric in her hand and runs it along the nape of her neck, collecting the sweat soaking the surface of her skin.
Her youthful body reminds me of her mother’s when I first met her. Taut along her stomach, hips narrowed and protruding, and her breasts nearly too big for her slight frame. Her eyes flick to me, the green shining outward like two viridescent beacons summoning me forward.
I drop my eyes to the red dirt ground. “Put your shirt on, Bevie.”
“It’s hot.” Her haughty voice has my head popping up. “Besides, we’re both adults.”
“I am your father.” I shake my head, trying desperately to keep my eyes on her face. “You will always be my child.”
Her arm drops, making her breasts bounce with the movement, and taking my eyes prisoner to their rosy tips. She saunters over to me, her hips swaying and her breasts jumping with each spring of her steps. I swallow down the thick knot in my throat, fighting to drag air into my lungs, and still my traitorous cock jumps to life.
“I’m a woman now, Daddy.” Her voice drops a few octaves, and the sultry sound does nothing to aid in the war against my swelling cock.
“You’re right.” I take a step back. “That’s why we need to find you a husband.”
Shock registers along her features as our eyes clash. “A what?”
“A husband, Bevie. It’s time, especially considering the fact you’re having these urges.” I brush by her, holding my breath so as not to inhale her scent.
“It’s Beverly!” she exclaims loudly, the sound reverberating from the rocky plains and boulders.
“Shh!” I turn on her quickly, my eyes widening. “You never know what else is out here. Keep it down and put your fucking shirt on.”
She gasps at the sharp bite in my words, and I watch as her eyes gather with tears. Still a little girl, no matter what she tries to project.
She does as I ask and yanks her shirt back on, the white fabric turning rusty as it drags the dirt off her face. We both look ruddy from the horses kicking up the dust. She gets back up on her horse, and I shield my eyes as I track the sun across the sky. We only have about six more hours until the sun begins to set, and that means finding a place to camp for the night. Thankfully, it looks like it may be a clear one, and therefore we can sleep outside. Far apart.
The next few hours are silent as I find the crumbling building foundation we usually sleep in, the walls still high enough to hold out a sandstorm, but the top missing to provide fresh air. I lead us inside and let out a relieved sigh when I see it’s empty, and the trough I built a few months ago filled halfway with what must have been a recent rainstorm.
I leave the horses to drink as I pull our bed packs out of the cart. Having the horses inside with us is imperative because they’re a rarity, and anyone would attempt to steal them for their meat alone.
I pull out our dinner of dried bear meat and canteens of water, turning to find my daughter glaring at me, her eyes cutting through me like jagged gems.
“Come and eat.” I hold out her food, only to have her roll her eyes.
She slowly comes forward, her arms dropping, and reaching her hand out, only to bypass the offered food and land on my cock. It hardens instantly against her hand, and when I scramble to step back, my ass hits the cart.
“You want me too, Daddy,” she purrs as her hand runs along my length.
“Bevie, stop,” I grit out, turning away from her touch. But she grabs the waistband of my pants, yanking me back.
“Beverly,” she grounds out, her fingernails sinking into the skin of my lower stomach. “Say it.”
“Beverly.” My voice cracks on the last syllable, but my daughter’s mouth tips up in triumph.
She snatches the food and steps backward, my eyes automatically skipping to the hardened peaks of her tits.
“Thanks, Pollyx,” she says my name in a honeyed tone, sweet and velvety. Then I watch as she sits on her spread-out bedroll and begins to eat. I feel stuck to this spot, unable to move as I watch her mouth seal around the meat in her hand. She moans with a bite into the toughened meat and chews emphatically.
* * *
I drop my meal back into the cart, my stomach suddenly rolling with the immoral thoughts I have toward my daughter, and I lie down on
Large droplets of water hit my face, their icy temperature making me gasp out of my sleep. My head tips back just in time to watch gray storm clouds slowly move above our heads.
“Bevie.” I reach over and shake my daughter. “We need to get inside the cart.”
The second my hand lands on her shoulder, the feel of her trembling dances along my palm. She’s cold. She startles awake, sitting up quickly, and the sight of her bluish lips has me moving at a rapid speed.
“Let’s go.” I lift her up, bedroll and all, and sit her on the edge of the cart. Her teeth are chattering as I pull off her soaked shirt, tossing it on top of the cart, and pulling her inside.
I know how fast hypothermia can set in, and after that, pneumonia is almost a guarantee. I yank off my clothing, knowing skin to skin heat is the best way to warm body temperatures, and pull my daughter’s naked body against mine. Even in her frozen state, she still manages to sling her leg over my hip, opening her pussy and settling over my ramrod cock.
Bile skates up my throat, not from disgust, but from shame, because as wrong as this is, I don’t know how much longer I can deny her advances. It’s only a matter of time before I bend to my daughter’s will, and then there’s no turning back.
* * *
We don’t discuss our waking moments. How my hard cock was throbbing against her wet pussy. We don’t say a single thing about the way my hand gripped onto her tit and squeezed, and we don’t utter a word about my mouth exploring her neck. I blame it on my unconscious sleep addled brain, but that wouldn’t be completely true.
I wanted to fuck my daughter this morning.
She’s been quiet as we head deeper along the forest’s trail, the clip-clop of the horse’s hoofs the only sound around us. I’ve stolen glances at her from my peripheral vision, but instead of witnessing shame, I see her hidden smiles and blushing cheeks.
My daughter wants to fuck her daddy.
The thought sends blood to my cock and I’m hard in no time, sending a fresh wave of shame over me. I know of families who had no other choice but to procreate with their sons and daughters, but I don’t have that excuse. We’ve grown enough in population to unmuddy the blood, and we can expand the gene pool now.
I don’t have a single excuse why I would want to fuck my little girl.
The thoughts of her naked, her tight virgin pussy wet and willing, have me nearly coming in my pants and I shake my head to rid the thoughts. I look back at the cart and breathe a bit in relief. We collected a lot of herbs and medicinal ingredients yesterday, and today we’ll be completely focused on hunting meat.
No need to think of my Bevie with her small hand around my thick girth.
“Fuck,” I breathe, and her head turns to stare at the side of my face.
“Daddy?”
“It’s nothing.” I shake my head as I continue toward the dilapidated shack I know is nearby.
“What is it?” Her hand lands on my thigh, her fingertips brushing my steel cock. She gasps and inches her fingers closer, wrapping them around my length.
“Bevie—”
“Beverly. Out here you call me Beverly.” She squeezes me in her hand and stars explode throughout my vision.
“Beverly… This is why I need to find you a suitable husband.” A groan escapes as she slowly pumps her hand. “We can’t do this.”
The shack comes into view, and I lift her hand away from my dick. She sighs loudly, but I don’t miss the smirk gracing her plush, pink lips. We pull up to the shack and begin to unload our packs, readying our weapons for a day of hunting.
Now, I just need to will myself not to reach out and force my daughter’s mouth around my cock.