Maybe it was the letter that did it. In any case, Dennis had violated one of the greatest taboos. Whether he would have done so without reason is doubtful, but the fact that he enjoyed it and would continue as long as possible was undeniable.
It was a fall day, close to dusk. On his way home from work, Den picked up the letters from the mailbox as usual. One envelope had a stamp on it showing that it was from the government; an invoice, perhaps. Opening it, however, Dennis saw a few words that changed his expectations. The letter was to inform all members of the district that the government was going to start paying ten thousand dollars to the parents of every new-born child until the population reached its desired height. It would be good for the economy for many children to be made in as short a period of time as possible. Looking at the type-written paper, Dennis thought of all the marvelous things he could buy. It was simply too easy to forgo; such a natural and simple way of earning that kind of money from the government. All that had to be done was a woman's cunt pumped full of seed and a baby conceived. The problem was that he had divorced his wife some years ago. Their children alternated households, and right now, he was home alone with his 18 year old daughter Stephanie.
At that moment she bounded into the room, her brown hair flowing behind her. Watching the curve of her back as she opened the fridge for a drink, he imagined her belly protruding slightly outward. Suddenly a jolt went through him. What if Steph had a child? Since she was more or less dependent on him, he would get the money for it. In fact, if he had the confidence to really take action, all he would have to do is somehow get her pregnant and have her deliver the token needed for major cash profit. The baby would be her problem. Women are meant for that sort of thing anyway, so it wouldn't hurt her.
There was, of course, the question of whether or not she would even concede to his fiendish plan. It was doubtful. It became obvious to Den that he would either have to get another man with her, and make sure she got pregnant right there and then, or even have sex with her himself to get her incestuously pregnant. Either way, after six months the baby would be guaranteed, and the proper forms could be filled out immediately. He just had to have Stephanie in the house, pregnant, and soon; the government benefit would probably end soon.
'Steph...' he said, as he approached his daughter's bedroom. At the doorway, he saw the hot teenager inside, sitting on her bed with a magazine. The damn girl wasn't even working or going to school.
'Stephanie, I got a notice from the government. You're going to start doing some things around here.'
'What do you mean, daddy?'
'I mean,' he said angrily, approaching the bed, 'that girls are supposed to do what their fathers ask them.' He didn't want to push it any further than that for now.
'Okay...' she dismissed him, returning to her magazine.
You're damn right it's okay, thought Dennis. The sight of his lazy daughter sitting there in her nightclothes in the middle of the afternoon made him all the more eager to use her to produce the child needed.
Later that night, after the lights had gone out around the house, Dennis lay in bed thinking. The thought of finding some guy on the street to fuck his daughter made him nervous. His mind frantic with images of wide-screen television sets, he crept out of his bed and into the corridor. Was he man enough to do it? To go down between his own daughter's legs, and plant his seed in the womb he himself created, and watch her walk around the house with a swollen belly for a few months? Well, it wouldn't change her apathetic lifestyle a bit. The child would exist as no more than a side-effect of his greed, but also a side-effect was the pleasure he would probably experience plunging into a warm vagina, pouring his seminal fluids therein.
He didn't want to deliberate much longer, or even do anything besides the bare minimum. Rushing to Stephanie's room in his boxers, he climbed onto the bed, pulled off the blankets covering her and, arms resting on each side of her, gradually laid his entire body on top of her.
She awoke almost right away. 'What! Help!' Den kissed her to stop her from shouting, and started making out with her while holding her arms to her sides. She wriggled slightly, but was too tired to resist much.
'Why are you doing this?' she gasped when he took his mouth off of hers.
'Steph, you're so lazy... I told you, girls your age have responsibilities' he said, and licked the area around her breasts. 'You'll do what's best for our family.' With conviction, he pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and quickly unbuttoned her pajama bottom, exposing her hairy lower region.
The slim, attractive girl stared at her father separating her legs and positioning himself over her. Her boyfriends had always used condoms when she had slept with them in high school, before she dropped out. The realisation that her father's cock would soon be inside of her without one worried her.
Dennis' penis hovered over his daughter's steamy crotch. He could feel the heat between their parts... it was incredible. He slowly pushed forward. Yes! He felt himself slip inside, and shoved into her. Since he had put strength into getting his whole dick into her at once, she cried out, and he began thrusting in full force.
Stephanie suddenly regained her senses. She pushed on her dad's bouncing shoulders with all her might, writhing beneath his pounding form, and started yelling, 'Dad! Dad! Get off me, please! I don't wanna be a mom!' But Dennis ignored her, humping into the soft flesh, getting his prick deeper into her womb. The sensation of having entered his own beautiful daughter was mesmerizing. Enhancing it was the knowledge of the ultimate plan behind their intercourse. In fact, he wanted pleasure to be put aside, efficiency and ensuring pregnancy being the main goals. Fucking her with growing satisfaction, he envisioned the wads and wads of bills he would soon be getting.
Eventually, Stephanie relaxed, now eager to get the ordeal over with so she could get back to sleep. She hugged her dad as he fucked her, and spoke into his ear. 'Daddy, why are you having sex with me?'
For a moment he did not reply, engaged in the task of pumping her cunt until he could ejaculate. The cloth of her pajamas felt good against the naked body which had fitted itself onto her in an effort to make her pregnant without her consent, which being that of a teenager, meant nothing to Den. 'Don't you get it, Stephie?' he said. 'You're gonna have my baby, and give me the cheque you get.'
Since she hadn't read the letter, she didn't know what he was talking about, but it seemed important so she let it go. At the worst, she would be able to give it up for adoption or something.
At the moment she thought this, she felt her dad's chest push into her. His dick finally couldn't stand the pleasing warmth of her vagina any longer. Dennis could feel the goo spewing into her tight abdomen, and squeezed himself into her hard to make sure it stuck there. Removing himself the second he got soft, Den sighed with exhaustion, putting his dick into his boxers. He looked down at the belly of his daughter, and, bending over to button the crotch of her pants back up, kissed it. He left the flustered girl, who was completely oblivious to the spattering of semen that coated her insides, dazed with the intense, yet neat way her father had accomplished the deed. She knew, having no cash of her own nor anywhere to go, that a baby would grow inside of her. The warm lake of cum laying under her sticky pajamas was a good indication.
After six months, Stephanie was massively and totally pregnant, waiting for a child of indeterminate sex, not having gone to a doctor. She was fairly indifferent to her state, being glad to be done with the three months her father had fucked her constantly until she showed. When he had been too busy for a real roll in the hay, he had run up to her, fist thrashing his hard dick, and pulled back her panties to leave a puddle of cum there, hoping it would get into her good while it sloshed around later.
Three months later, she gave birth to Jezebel. Dennis had thought of the name. Now, Stephanie lives in an apartment of her own, while Jez moves between her and her friends' and relatives' houses, much as she did as a child. Her father only visited her twice since the birth, once to confirm that no one knew who the father was, the second time to give her two hundred dollars and have sex with her on the couch near the door. Before he left, he turned around and said, 'call me up when Jez turns thirteen, baby.'
Steph hopes she won't give birth again... After all, her dad already got the jacuzzi and home theatre he always wanted.
Dennis just hopes his new daughter will turn out to be as cute as the one he had her with. Needless to stay, cum-filled princesses will soon become a tradition of this family.
