Breeding Jackie

All characters represented in this work are wholly fictional, and over the age of eighteen.

All characters represented in this work are wholly fictional, and over the age of eighteen.

Content warning for blood and period sex. You know, if you're not cool enough to handle that sort of thing.

Content warning for blood and period sex. You know, if you're not cool enough to handle that sort of thing.

I stood in my parents' bathroom, indulging in the floor-length mirror, poking and prodding at my figure self-consciously. My period had come once again, and with it, dashed hopes that last month's trip and associated interlude of the sex theater had impregnated me.

I wasn't carrying my sibling in my womb, it was empty.

How was I going to tell my father?

I rolled down the waistband of my ugly grey sweatpants, and pushed up the plain white fabric of my tank top. My stomach was obstinately flat, framed in the early afternoon light shafting through a frosted bathroom window. I hunched, pressing out my stomach to give myself a more-round appearance.

Will I look better pregnant?I mused, rubbing my hands over the forced appearance and grasping my hips, imagining I could feel a heartbeat in my uterus.

"What are youdoing?" I jumped a foot in the air, surprised by the sudden appearance of my mother in the open-concept doorway to the master bedroom.

"S-sorry mom! I was just- I'm on my period, I was just looking for some pads." I could feel a flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck into my cheeks as I blurted out my obvious lie. She knew I knew where our feminine products were stored, and I cursed myself internally. Shamefacedly, I tugged at my pants and tank top, pulling them back into place.

The energy had felt strange with my mother ever since daddy and I had consummated our physical relationship. Sure, dad and I had done some hand stuff before we'd left, a surreptitious peck on the lips, whatever. The trip had made it real, had made it so much more evident that I was muscling in on my mother's territory. I didn't feel like her daughter anymore, I didn't feel like a little girl, I felt like awomanin conflict with another adult.

"Oh honey, is it time to have the birds and the bees talk already?" My mother laughed, affecting an exaggerated southern accent for her joke. She stepped towards me, gathering me up into a tight hug, positioning me back in front of the mirror. "I know it's tough growing up with all the social media stuff nowadays." My hands dropped to hold hers as she embraced me.

I felt a lightning bolt of guilt strike my heart. She didn't feel the rancid vibes, didn't feel the betrayal I'd foisted upon her, didn't feel her husband drifting away from her as he and I went behind her back. To Nadine, I was still her little girl.

"You don't have to worry about your body. You're beautiful just the way you are." She smiled at me in the mirror, and we swayed slightly back and forth. Her hair was a beautiful blonde, the highlights of which glowed upon my head despite my father's brown dominating my pixie cut. "And you're going to find a nice boy-or girlthat you like, and who is going to like you without any changes." She grinned as I rolled my eyes.

"For the last time, I'm not a lesbian!" I muttered, feeling her shake with mirth.

"That's what every lesbian says before she realizes she's a lesbian." She shot back, giving me a peck on the cheek before releasing me, and walking to her sink. Slapping open a drawer, she tossed a handful of pads my way. "It's not like you can't be bisexual." She wheedled. I pursed my lips as I caught a few, dropped a few, in equal measure, scrabbling to pick them up from the floor.

If there was one flaw my mother had, it was in the assumption that she knew everything. She hadn't bothered to ask me if I was feeling bad about my body, just assumed that's what I'd been doing in front of her mirror. A fundamental misunderstanding of my psyche, of the teen brain, but obviously something she wasn't interested in exploring.

I imagined what she'd think when dad kicked her out. The mirror would be mine, the bathroom would be mine, her husband would be mine.I wonder if she'll think back to now, and realize how wrong she was to taunt me.The thought burned in my brain as I straightened up.

"Thanks so much,Nadine." I used her name like a weapon- I knew she hated when I called her anything but 'mom'. "I'll take that under advisement when I rush my first sorority." A complicated mix of emotion flashed across my mother's face, amusement and annoyance in equal measure.

"Everyone's a gangster until they have to read Sappho for Ancient Lit." She shrugged. "I was just teasing you Jackie, come on, don't be like that." I felt shame rise in my stomach, like acid reflux in my esophagus.

She was right, I was being cruel in more ways than one. That she wasn't aware of the more extreme form of cruelty to which I was exposing her was immaterial.

"Well I don'tlikebeing teased like that!" I wasn't shouting, but it was definitely louder than my normal speaking voice. I flounced out of the bathroom, carrying my prize of menstrual products. Mom looked halfway between bewildered and annoyed by my sudden moodiness.

On one hand, she'd only been trying to help me. On the other hand, she was being a bitch about it. I ground my teeth as I crossed back to my room, slamming the door behind me, throwing myself back onto my bed, fuming.

I realized after a few minutes of glaring into my bedspread that I was being wildly hormonal. My whole abdomen throbbed with discomfort (and blood), and I cursed the fingers of pain seemingly jammed into my uterus. It didn't help to know thatIwas being the bitchy one.

I punched my pillow. I didn't know if I wanted it to be my own face or Nadine's beneath my fist. Maybe I just wanted to hit something and didn't particularly care what, or who, it was.

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Buzz buzz!

A vibration from my bedspread dragged me back to wakefulness. I hadn't even intended to fall asleep, and foundered in the shallows of dreams as I struggled to pull my consciousness back up into my body. I gasped, all my limbs shuddering as my eyes snapped open.

I could feel the clammy chill of sweat clinging to my torso, my tank top having ridden up and twisted at some point during my unintentional nap. I blinked as my dry contacts threatened to fall from my eyes. An uncomfortable wetness clung to the pad in my underwear, discharge or blood, some biological process had taken place to unsettle me as soon as I awoke.

I cursed, slapping around for my phone like a damp fish. The ocean blue of my bedspread blurred the dark phone case in my sleep-fogged eyeballs, and I fumbled to grasp it and bring it towards my face.

Four-thirty PM.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed. I'd wasted half the day!

At the top of my significant notification list, a trio of texts from my mother:

Going to pilates...

Let me know if you want anything from the store...

I can stop on my way back...

The obsession of the elderly with ellipses always astounded me.What could shepossiblymean by using them in every message?Despite myself, I applied my own experience of texting my friends to the messages- if anyone else apart from my mother or father sent these to me, I would take them as a grave insult in the absolute best-case scenario.

I rolled over onto my back with a groan. I needed some tylenol, and some chocolate ice cream, and to cut my reproductive organs out with a rusty chainsaw. Any or all of those solutions would significantly improve my present wellbeing.

I should've known that my wellbeing wasn't necessarily at the top of everyone's mind. Other needs came first.

Dad pushed the door to my room open, slowly revealing himself to where I lay on the bed. It had been two and a half weeks since our trip and we hadn't been physical since. It's not that we hadn't hadanyopportunity, but every potential instance had been spoiled somehow by plans, by uncertain timeframes, life happens. He clearly didn't intend for anything to stop us this time.

My father stood fully naked in my doorway, his penis fully erect and throbbing with blood. He was happy to see me, happy to be alone together.

"Your mom is gone for at least an hour." He stated, slowly moving towards me, the implication evident in the way his body was responding to the very thought of being inside me.

"Dad I-I'm sorry." I sat up, I could feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes. "I'm not pregnant, I got my period again!" I could feel the corners of my mouth wobbling as I watched his face.

"Did you expect to be?" His face was colored by amusement. He shifted his posture, away from a predatory, sexually-aroused engagement to a much more casual, matter-of-fact approach. Instead of pushing my legs open and starting to hump me, he sat next to me on my bedspread.

"I mean, yousaidthat you were going to get me pregnant! I'm so sorry daddy!" I chewed the inside of my cheek as the tears began to roll free from my eyes. I couldn't help myself, I felt so ashamed, like I'd failed the man who raised me. "Like, you came inside me, and- I'm sorry, I know you're disappointed, but we can try again and-!" I yelped with surprise as he gathered me into a bear hug, his strong, muscled arms wrapping around me, shocking me to silence. He was warm, his heart full of love, his voice soft in my ear.

"You don'teverhave to apologize to me." He pulled back slightly, and angled my face towards him with one hand. "And I couldneverbe disappointed in you." Our mouths came together and despite myself, despite the pain in my abdomen and the tears streaming down my face in earnest, I couldn't help but moan into his mouth at the desires he sparked inside me.

His tongue caressed mine, larger and thicker, questing against my teeth and causing my jaw to relax to allow him deeper. I could taste his slaver, subtly different from my own. Despite our previous rendezvous, it struck me as fundamentally wrong, an instant of revulsion for my own perversion. After a moment it passed, and I relaxed into my father's mouth, surrendering to him as my salivary glands flowed with desire.

For a moment we stayed there, our arms wrapping us together side-by-side, simply exchanging our salivation with one another. I was immersed in the perverse longing he kindled inside me, over double my age, but clear in his need for my young body. Even now, while intent on comforting me, I could tell he was barely holding on. His body was urging him to rip off my panties and fuck me full of his seed, despite our shared blood, it was screaming at him to breed.

He resisted his urges, and we broke from one another as I felt the tear tracks drying down my face. I gasped a breath, feeling his body heat, the musky scent of desire wafting from his genitalia.

"It took your mother and Imonthsof trying to have you. I know we always joke about how easy you were, but that only really counts the actual birth, the other parts were a trial and tribulation." He smiled, and I felt warmth penetrate the barrier of cold which bound me emotionally. "It's going to take some time, and that'sokay." His smile turned impish, more of a grin. "And it's going to be a lot more fun, because the two ofusare a lot more fun than your mom." I felt a tightness in my chest even thinking about her, remembering my earlier behavior with a twinge of shame.

"Mom's fun..." I mumbled lamely. Dad looked at me curiously.

"Sure, she's your mom kiddo, and that's not going to change- but I'm sure things will be a little different once we-" His hands moved down my body until they caressed my midriff, cradling my not-pregnant belly in the same way I had in the mirror of his bathroom earlier in the day. "-Once we start making siblings inside your belly." I felt a thrill of excitement through my stomach at the thought. Despite the pain of my period, I could tell not all the moisture in my pad was blood.

"I-I don't think I can do anything right now, it's not like I could even get pregnant." I stammered. For a moment, I saw his face tighten, a darkness overcoming his brow. Then in a flash, it was gone, back to the untroubled good humor of my daddy's resting expression.

"That's fine, princess, we don't have to do anything." He heaved himself backwards, sliding perpendicular to me on my bed, laying back on my pillows. I rearranged onto my side to keep facing him. "But we can use this opportunity to get you a little more acquainted with pleasing me without your pussy." His penis throbbed in front of me, perilously close to my face.

With a moment of hesitation, I reached out, tracing a finger up the shaft of his manhood. It was hard to believe that it had ever fit inside my tight vaginal slit. I shivered, remembering the feeling of his thrusting penis stretching me with every plunge, the heat as his load shot into my birth canal.

It seemed to move of its own accord, like an eel or fish, alive with a mind of its own. For some reason, it struck me as a predator, like one of those aliens from the movies. I half expected it to bite me, to sink its fangs into my flesh and plant its young inside my body.

"It doesn't bite." Dad grinned at me, his penis throbbing against my finger. "It just wants to get to know you." I bit my lip.

It wasn't like it was the first time I'd seen his cock, but for some reason, it felt different. Before we had sex, and I'd jerked him off in his car, it felt naughty, taboo. When we'd finally made love I'd only felt the pleasure, and thepressureof getting pregnant. I'd been so focused on feeling him spurt before someone caught us. Even when we'd sixty-nine'd, and he'd been in my mouth, I hadn't really taken the time tolookat the dick now throbbing in my bedroom.

I slowly wrapped my hand around my father's penis, hearing a groan of pleasure from above me. I fully lowered myself onto the bed, my every attention focused on the gently-pulsating member I now clutched lightly. It felt organic, almost spongey, or maybe better-described as a balloon of flesh. I suppose neither description would be too far from the truth.

"Is it always this big?" I asked, entranced by the sight, the heat emanating from it. I felt so young, so small before it, a phallic symbol fit to tame femininity and destroy innocence. I felt foolish even asking, I'd felt him soften and shrink inside my pussy, but something pushed me to understand, to disarm the thing of fear.

"It is when you're around, Jacks." I could feel my father thrusting up against my hand slightly, like an overeager dog seeking a treat. The thought almost made me laugh.

I began to stroke my father, much as I'd done in the past, but this time I paid close attention to how his member responded to me. The veins stood out against his skin as I pulled his skin up and down, slowly at first, feeling it roll as blood throbbed beneath my fingers. His skin seemed thin, the hard rod at the center of his cock pushing against me, emphasizing that the thing had its own agenda.

"Mmm, baby, are you sure we can't just slip it inside for a minute?" His voice was husky and low. I could feel the control slipping away from him as I slowly increased my pace. My fingers teased the area right below his mushroom cockhead, the same cockhead that had slid inside me multiple times before. His hands were on me now, caressing my body, pulling at my clothes. I could feel his need, the urgency for him to possess me, to own his daughter's flesh in an act of taboo desire. "I need you, baby, I need to feel your insides around me." His voice was almost pathetic, eager, so unlike the man who'd promised me a baby in the hotel room weeks ago.

"A-are you sure you want to? There's blood-" I felt his hand pulling at my sweatpants as an answer. The majesty of his penis in my hand began to break apart as his real desires became evident.

He'd never meant it when he said we didn't have to do anything. I felt a pang of disappointment as he pulled down my sweats and underwear. I thought about the porno theater ticket he'd given me, somewhere at the bottom of one of my desk drawers where my mother wouldn't find it.I can punch my ticket any time.

The tang of my desires was metallic, laced with the flow of my womanhood as it was exposed to the air. Daddy pulled me up to the pillows and kissed me deeply, now almost naked together save for my tank top.

"It doesn't matter to me. Nothing matters to me butyou, and the baby we're going to make soon." His words blossomed affection in my heart, and I felt it push back against the disappointment. The sensations clashed as his hands pushed my legs back first into missionary, then beyond, until they were up against his shoulders.

"Daddy I-" I caught myself. I didn't want to say what I wanted to say. The conflict in my brain was tumultuous. I don't think daddy could've stopped himself even if he wanted to.

I watched as he lined up his penis with my vaginal slit. The predator crouched at the doorstep to its prey, staring up at me, a bead of liquid seeping from its urethra.

"Shh, just let this happen, Jackie, just like we planned..." My father's mouth was against mine, stealing kisses as he whispered to me. "You're going to replace your mom, we're going to give you a big, round belly full of our inbred children." I could feel pressure at my entrance as he pushed forward. It was easy, my vagina wept arousal and was only too ready to begin coating his manhood. "We're going to get married, and you'll pop out sibling after sibling, a big family of our own." I gasped, feeling his penis pushing my labia out of the way and slowly, ever so slowly, allowing the eel to press into me.

It felt like a horror film, or a porno, or more aptly, both. I grew light-headed as his mushroom head penetrated into my pussy, and I watched it emerge red and slick each time he pulled back. I could barely move, my legs trapped on my father's shoulders as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into my mouth. After a moment, I stopped listening.

His words didn't mean anything, only his actions did. He was telling me, in his own way, what mattered to him, and what mattered was the pulsating member of his thick cock pumping in and out of me. I could feel him stretching my teen hole, his eagerness enhanced by the drought between our last encounter. The veins on his cock stood out as more blood pumped through his erection, connecting our bodies as mine flowed around where it entered me.

There was discomfort at first, just as the first time he'd deflowered me, but there was pleasure too. Slowly, the latter displaced the former. My cramps abated as he continued to thrust in and out, and my body responded despite my misgivings.

Soon, I was kissing him back, I was clenching around him, heedless of the blood dripping onto my sheets. This wasn't lovemaking, this was pure desire, need made manifest. I couldn't forget about his deceit, but I could remember his love, his evident desire to plant a new life in the fertile furrow of my womb.

I wondered if this is how Nadine felt all the time, if she'd been straining against the bonds of their relationship as he tried to enforce his will over her. Well Irefusedto be Nadine. I was going to be my daddy's girl.

"Faster! Harder!" I gasped, suddenly pulled back from my reverie by the fire building in my stomach. I glanced down with fascination. Ropes of fluid connected us, blood and precum, vaginal secretions and arousal caused a wet slapping sound to accompany every thrust. My legs were on his shoulders, giving him access to pound me, hard and deeper than ever before.

Daddy responded with a feral growl. The predator had not been his penis, but inside him all along. I could feel a line of fire tracing the path of his member, shunting my organs out of the way as he thrust, over and over, smelling of iron and lust as we defiled my childhood bedroom.