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You brake apart every word he said, every movement of his lips, every twitch of his eye. He was a man, and you have become very good at reading men. His words and action told everything, but you didn't like what they said. What they told me now was that he wants to fulfill a sick daddy daughter **** impregnation fantasy.

The more significant problem is that his look told me something else, it said to you that not fulling his fantasy was not an option.

Your eyes look down at the bed; it was like a minefield littered with cum piles. Seeing your father cum makes you almost be able to feel the cum that he deposited yesterday slushing inside my womb. Along with his cum, the bed has to round wet marks from where your mother tits where driving into the bed and a triangular further down the bed, from your mother's pussy juices. It is as if the room was designed to remind you that your mother was fucked just seconds go, by the same man that you are about to be fucked by.

As your eyes darted from cum pile to Cum pile, it occurs to you that you can make this work for yourself. There was no way out of this contract, but there is something you might be able to do to change it in your favor. Your uncle has always been more than a little 'creepy,' even before this contract. When you were younger, He always seems way too interested and supportive of your growth into womanhood. At the time even though He was like the black sheep of the family, you saw in as the fun uncle who you could say anything too. When you had your first 'encounter' with a boy, he was the first person you told. However, all that changed when you walked in on him 'playing' with your mother and your underwear. He paid you fifty dollars not to say anything, but you never could look at him again. Of course, that was only the start of it. Even though you want to create distances he only seemed to want to get closer. You would catch in trying to stare down your shirt, and eying you while you swam in the pool. On your eighteen birthday he 'allowed' you to see his 'toys,' more liked uncomfortably ****. His toys consisted of a complete set of BDSM gear, and after that, you made sure never to be around him alone.

You might not be able to stop my father from having sex and impregnating you, but you might be able to have him prevent his brother, the only other person on the contract from boing the same.

This is the first time he wanted emotional contact during sex. You know that if you make that connection strong enough, then you might be able to put him against his brother. All you have to do was exceed his **** fantasy.

You know exactly what to do. You get out of my chair gracefully crawl over to your naked father. You watch his eye following the sway of your child-bearing hips. Then you wrap your arms around his neck, and in your most innocent voice you say "daddy do you have fertility pills."

You hear my father's voice crack with surprise "what... Why?"

You wrap your still pajama covered legs around his waist allowing his dick to slide up my pajama between your legs. Some of his old cum his wiped off on your pajama's crotch which of course disgust you but you have to hide it. "Daddy if you are to get me pregnant I went it to be this you. You that protect me and cares for me." You leaned in and gave him a long passionate kiss "the you that loves me."

He stutters "top dresser drawer"You gracefully crawl off the bed and open the drawer. Under your mother's thongs, you find a full sheet of fertility ****. You think to myself "If I only take one there still is a chance that I might get lucky and it won't work." So You popped a pill out and swallowed it right in front of dad so he can see. You can feel his eye follow it down my throat. As soon as it hit my stomach, you make your next move. You slowly roll your pajama down your legs teasing him as you do by gradually exposing your naked shaven pussy. From the look in his eyes, even though he had fucked it once each of the two previous day's it was like he was seeing it for the first time.

With a naked pussy, you lie down on the far side of the bed, taking care to rest down on as little cum piles as possible while being just out of reach of him. You open your legs, and you can feel his eyes stare deep inside of you. "Daddy I want all of my children to be made out off love" You pause to let those words sink in. "Will you make love to me daddy?"

For all his experience you know he wasn't prepared for that. It takes him a few seconds to respond "yes honey I would love to make love to you." He slowly crawls over to my body. He than running his fingers up my side, slowly taking my pajama top off, kissing every piece of newly exposed skin as he does so. After he finished taking my shirt off, freeing my perky tits from their confines, you look up into his eyes, wrap my arms around his neck and say "daddy will you always love me no matter what."

He smiles and says "always."

"Than let's make a baby together daddy." He quietly, softly and tenderly touched his cock head to your slit. You are at the peak of heat, so the door was already open for him. But he didn't thrust straight in. No, he took his time allowing you both to savor every inch of it. As someone who has been sexually active for a while, you know what fucking should feel like, and this was something entirely different. You both were not serving your carnival urges; you were pleasuring each other. At least he was pleasuring you, and your body was just responding. For those out there who have never made love it nothing like fucking.

He was doing nothing to satisfy himself. Every inch of your body that he touched was meant to make you feel better, and he touched every inch of you that he could reach. His tongue played with your perky nipples, circle, sucking, and kicking them, increasing my pleasure. "Love me, daddy."

"I do darling!"

I cry back. "Never let me go."

"I won't" it was working better than expected. You both made love for the next hour, and he coats the inside of your womb with his cum four times, While you must have come at least ten times. During that time you completely forgot about avoiding his cum that was on the bed. As a result, by the time you fell asleep on his chest, your body was covered from head to toe with his cum.

Your father's soft kiss on your head awakes you from your deep sleep. You look around the room that still smells of your mother's and your sex. The floor and the bed still have the cum droplets litter across, while your mother sweat and juices marks on the bed are nothing more the dried mark on the bed now. However, you can't help but notice an additional two slightly large round marks and on triangle marks that have joined them. You look down at your dry cum covered tits and pussy with surprised that they were the ones that made the mark on the bed right next to their mother's. After survey the room, you look back up to my father. "Daddy that no way to kiss someone that you just made love to"

He leans in and French kisses you. After he pulls back he says "is that better?" You look over at the door and see my mother standing there. You smile and say "yes that perfect."

You father turns and laughs, walking out of the room with your mother. As he does, he looks over his shoulder to see his dried cum on your pussy.

You whispered to yourself "Stage one complete."

You know that wasn't enough. You need him to fall head over heels for you to get this to work because you need to turn him against his brother.

Around an hour after he left, you message him a naked photo of m in the shower with his dry cum still on my leg. Under it, I added the text "Daddy, I'll do anything and be anything for you as long as you love and protect me."

A few minutes later he replies back "baby I will always be there for you."

You need to move this along faster. It is risky to rush this, but you need him to be in your palm.

"Good daddy because I'm scared."

Second, later he texts back

"Of what darling."

You type random characters and then delete them so that if he is looking at the messager app, it seems like you don't know how to put it. Then you finally text him.

"Daddy I don't want to be a single mother."

The lines went silent for thirty minutes. Then I get a text back "Don't worry I'll always protect you. We will talk when I get home."

You smile, knowing you have just about won.