Shrug

Okay. I fucked my own daughter. I had been out of it for awhile, but I remembered bits and pieces from that crazy week of non-stop fucking. I was more annoyed at being a nearly 40-year-old man.

My daughter was now spooning with me, twirling her fingers around my limp cock. "My name is Megan Doe," she whispered into my ear, "my mother is Amy Reeves." I shuttered at the name of the only pre-coma fuck I could clearly remember and was hoping to forget.

"I-I-I-", I stuttered trying to think of a proper response to the most improper actions. Megan kissed my cheek. "The story of you saving my mother, and nearly losing your life in the process, is one of the most inspirational stories of all-time. You should see the movie!" I gave an uncomfortable smile.

"After you **** her, and a few more days of being **** by the Chinese gangs before the police found her, she convinced her family to open up this clinic and start a program of fucking you back into health. Any normal man would've been killed by that truck, but you were an EDP who had just came, so your healing went into overdrive. You were a nearly braindead vegetable paralyzed from the neck down when they brought you in. Now, the doctor thinks you can walk out of here. Fucking works!"

The pain I had felt when I first woke was gone, thanks to Megan's exuberant attitude, and I noticed under the band-aid on my arm that one of the needlemarks from a removed IV had already faded away. I was a fucking Wolverine.

Megan had been naked this whole time, as was I, exposed to the world outside the open door and unshuttered windows. This sort of thing no longer phased me, after my crazy week, but I still took notice of it. "Have you fucked me before?" I asked my unknown daughter.

"Of course. Hundreds of times. We have three kids: John, Johna, and Jonny! I'm still breastfeeding Jonny." She squeezed her large breast and began leaking out some milk as the doctor arrived. I sucked her tits a little as he began explaining pretty much everything she had already explained to me.

"Whatever, Doc," I said to this old man who was probably my age, "When do I go home?"

He uncomfortably looked at me and then Megan and then back at me. "Mr. Doe, you are home."

Fuck.