Yes, but he already knows

Your father doesn't miss a beat as he absorbs your brief explanation of your shenanigans. "I was wondering if you were going to tell me or not."

"What?"

"Michael already let me in on the little secret, Ally. I have to say, I didn't see this coming. I should be very angry." You bite your lip, ready for the storm. Your father can be harsh and stern when he is crossed. "But I'm not. From what I understand, attempts at impregnation from these plant girls hasn't worked so far. So if it works on you two … well, the company stands to make a lot of money."

Of course. The company. Money. That's all your father really cares about. You went sneaking around his company's laboratory, fucked a plant girl to get pregnant from her pollen, and all he can do is think about its impact on the bottom line. But this explains his odd behaviour, and the shoulder rub. He was practically sniffing around for something unusual.

"Now get undressed," your father adds.

"What?"

"I want to see if there are any visible effects now."

With some ****, you and Christina comply. You try to tell yourself that this is no different from any other time your father has caught glimpses of you naked. You don't exactly hide your body from him--and it's not like your bikinis offer much in the way of coverage anyway.

Your father takes in your nude bodies for a moment. You spread your legs to give him a better view of your plant-fucked pussy. He reaches out and spreads your lips apart without any embarrassment on his part. You're now soaking wet, and your lips have swollen beyond their normal level of arousal. As your father's fingers enter you, you emit an involuntary gasp.

"Increased sensitivity already. Interesting. The doctor briefed me on these … 'plant women' … but didn't go into too much detail about what impregnation would be like. But he did say there was one thing we should try to improve your chances."

"What's that?"

Your father undoes his belt. "The plant women still respond favourably to semen. They can't get pregnant any more, but it still stimulates them. The doctor suspects that insemination will have a similar effect on pollinated vessels."

"Insemi--what? Daddy, you can't--"

His trousers slip to the floor, and he steps out of them. His cock is an impressive bulge in the fabric of his underwear. With both hands, he has already grabbed you by the thighs and slid you down the couch before you can squeak out the protest. With your legs splayed, he will have no trouble penetrating you.

"You fuck around like this, Ally, and these are the consequences." He pulls off the underwear, revealing a nine-inch cock erect and ready.

Despite your reservations, you can't help but make an appreciative noise. Your body is clearly ready. So when your father grabs your hips and slides his cock into you, you put up no resistance. In moments you've taken his entire length. You can smell the aftershave on his face as he bends over and kisses you on the lips. Then you open your mouth and moan, "Ohhh, yes. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me so hard."

"My pleasure." He takes hold of your legs and, taking advantage of your youthful flexibility, gently bends them at the waist until they are up and over your head. Then he begins to pound you, slowly but steadily, building speed with each stroke.

Christina, who until now has been contenting herself with masturbating, now slides over to your half of the couch and kisses you. She starts rubbing your clit with one hand as she uses her mouth to tease your left nipple.

Meanwhile, you continue to endure your father's fucking. You've fantasized about this since you were old enough to understand the concept. You don't care any more that your father is a workaholic bastard who drove away your selfish mother and neglected you in favour of making money. You don't care that every file in every office of every therapist you've ever seen has a big heading labelled "Daddy Issues." All that matters now is the thick, pulsing shaft inside you. You feel your tight cunt squeezing around it. You moan over and over.

"Sounds like this is exactly what you need."

"Oh! Fuck! Yes, fuck yes! Daddy--yes--there--" Words fail you as you approach orgasm. It's impossible to convey how twisted and happy this makes you feel all at once.

"I'm about to cum now, Ally. I'm going to cum inside your nice little pussy. Are you ready for it."

"Mmm, yes, Daddy. Fill up my pussy."

Even as you say it, you can feel the warmth of his cum flooding you. It is, disappointingly, like all the other few times you've deigned to let a guy cum inside you. Except that this time, there is a distinct tingling sensation after he has stopped--not another orgasm, exactly, but maybe similar. You gasp, and after your father pulls out, you reach down to your pussy and stick your fingers inside. Your eyes are wide and wild.

"What is it, baby?"

"I feel … on fire…."

"That's my seed mixing with the pollen inside you. It'll disappear in a moment." He turns his attention to Christina. "Now it's your turn."

Christina gamely takes his semi-flaccid dick in her hands and starts to stroke it back to full length. With one hand in her hair, he guides her head down onto his member. She gags as she takes it into her mouth. You've always enjoyed watching Christina suck cock, almost as much as you enjoy the act of cocksucking itself. There's just something so satisfying about seeing her take a man's dick all the way into her throat and hear the noises she makes as she debases herself for him.

Christina is now perched precariously on her hands and knees on the edge of the couch, leaning forward at an angle to suck your father's cock. You steady her and stroke her pussy. Eventually, your father is hard enough and ready to fuck her, so he turns her around. Bent over the couch, Christina gets your father's cock doggystyle while the two of you make out.

"Fuck you're tight, Christina," says your father. "Ally is a little slut compared to you."

You giggle. "Thanks, Daddy. Really makes me feel good."

Christina is too busy enjoying your skilled father to make any comment. This definitely wasn't on the agenda when the two of you talked about what you might possibly get up to on a deserted Pacific island for two weeks. But if your father's attitude is any indication, you suspect this is not a one-off occurrence.

Sure enough, after filling Christina to the brim, your father takes both of you into his room. He doesn't quite have the stamina to go a third time, but that doesn't stop the two of you from taking turns sucking and licking his cock for the next half hour. Eventually you settle against him, pressing your curves into his warm body, enjoying his reassuring scent. He's your father, but now he's more than that. You're really looking forward to morning's arrival.

Inside you, something quickens. You've never been pregnant before; you can't compare what it's like to that, but there is a definite tightness in your belly. The tingling that you felt when your father filled you has diminished but never quite went away. Whatever began with the plant woman pollinating you is now running its course, helped along, it seems, by a healthy dose of your father's cum. You wonder how often he'll need to administer it….