You can't give one.

For a few moments you are the absolute picture of the loving, sexy, airheaded teenage daughter. Your already revealing uniform is crumpled up now, causing it to expose a little more of your body but also making clear you aren't some distant tease, you are warm and alive and fully intended to be fucked and used. Your eyes are wide and your jaw slack, clearly happy, clearly willing, but also quite clearly unable to get a proper thought going.

Of course, it is true that you're a sexy, air-headed Daddy's girl, but right now it's worse than usual. You meant every word when you begged Daddy to make you his wife too, the twins gestating in your belly were proof of your devotion and sincerity but...you had come to believe it would never really happen. Daddy had mummy, and even you know that Daddy's aren't exactly allowed to marry their daughters. Daddy would have to invent some lie for your pregnancy and your love and obedience would be hidden behind closed doors. That he's offering you this ring...that he's going to make you his daughter-wife...your so happy but it's just so much...You can feel all the heat that was gathering in your lower body rushing to your head, you try to speak but only a small squeak comes out.

Then you feel yourself collapsing and everything turns dark.