EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Dear Diary,

 I feel like I'm not allowed to be upset. I'm not allowed to be sad, or angry, or heart broken. Chelsea is pregnant. By my own father.

I cried a lot last night after they both fell asleep. Quietly with my back to them as he held her like she was his wife. 

Daddy had given me plenty of orgasms after they dropped that bomb. Neither of them even understanding how I was feeling. I didn't say much of anything, just that I was shocked. Then they kept on going, like what they'd just exposed was nothing. 

Why her? Why not me? Why wasn't it me pregnant with his baby, instead of her? She'd left us. She'd broken things off just weeks ago. Now he was going to let her have his baby? I deserved to have his baby, not her. I loved him more, he was supposed to be closer to me. Not her. 

I woke up earlier than them, mainly because I don't think I ever really fell asleep, so when the windows starting to glow with the sunrise I got out of bed, took a shower, then went down stairs.

Normally I'd make his coffee. So habit had be grabbing the empty coffee pot. 

Picking it up and stared at it, thinking of all the small little things I do for him now.  I took care of him more than she did. Yet she was the one that was pregnant. 

"let HER make his coffee" I muttered to myself angrily and pushed the pot back on its burner. 

Usually I make him breakfast. 

I make breakfast for only myself this morning. 

Two eggs, with bacon and toast, and a glass of orange juice and sit down at the table and I eat alone. 

In silence I take forkfuls of eggs, pick at my bacon and take bites of my toast. Halfway through eating I sit up a bit straighter trying to look unbothered as I hear his foot steps coming lazily down the stairs and the groan of him stretching at the bottom of the stairs. 

"Smells good baby" he says and I dont look up but I see him pausing in the kitchen ahead in front of him empty coffee pot. 

I listen to him stand there in confused silence before he starts to shuffle and make his own coffee, pouring in the grounds and the water and then walking over to the dining room table after starting the coffee. 

I know he's looking for his plate. Well, he won't fucking find it. 

I keep my eyes on my plate and keep eating. 

"Care to explain?" he asks, pulling out the chair at the end of the table as I sit at the other end. 

"Explain what?" I feign cluelessness. 

He lifts a brow and cocks his head. 

"You didn't make coffee for me. Or breakfast for me, or for Chelsea." he says and I can't help it, I roll my eyes and huff and stab my fork into my last bit of eggs and shove them into my mouth. 

"She can make breakfast for you both." I say under my breath. 

He lets out a sigh. 

"Is this really how youre going to act Carly?" he asks and I drop my fork and then cross my arms.

"How long have you known?" I say , my jaw tight. 

He sighs.

"The day we made her come here.....she told me when we were alone....that's the reason she really left us....she didn't want to tell us....or ruin what we had." he says. 

"She was going to abort it." he says and I flick my eyes up to him. 

"You should have let her." I say, with pure venom and hatred in my voice. Not only would he love her more now, but he'd love whatever that bitch was growing inside of her. 

His reaction is clearly one of shock. 

"I want her to have it." he says. 

"Of course you do." I say with a snarl. 

"Watch it." he warns and my eyes go back to him. 

"You love her." I say, my lip fighting to not tremble, my eyes fighting back the prick of tears. 

"Of course I love her. I love you both." he says. 

I shake my head. 

"Bullshit." I say under my breath. 

"I told you...to watch it young lady." he says and he sits up straighter his posture intimidating as his eyes glare at me. 

"Well, I hope you two will be happy together." I say and grab my plate and pick it up with my glass of orange juice. 

"Carly" he says as I walk past him and into the kitchen, ignoring him when he calls me again. 

I jump when I hear his chair skid across the floor as he flies up out of it and before I can even turn around he's behind me lifting up my shirt and pulling down my panties and shorts. 

"Stop it" I thrash and try to push away from him as he puts his hand between my legs and grabs my pussy. 

"Tell me to stop again Carly...I dare you" he growls in my ear. 

"Leave me alone" I say, my tears falling, and not because I'm scared, but because. I'm hurt. It's fucked up, so fucked up. But it doesnt mean I'm not still hurt.

"please leave me alone" I whimper as he rubs me, his hand reminding me of how helpless I am to his touch, how little control I have over any part of what this is between us. 

"please" my voice comes out more like a breath , a desperate last stitch effort to make him stop. 

"Spread your legs for daddy Carly." he whispers in my ear. 

"you're being a little brat, and daddy needs to fix that little attitude." he says and my legs part at his command, and he grins against my ear. 

"there's my baby....good girl" he whispers and kisses my neck and I moan as he kisses up and down my neck as his hand rubs and his finger slides between my lips and up into me. 

I let out a moan as I put my hands on the counter. 

"why are you so angry?" he asks as he fingers me. 

"because" I pant and my nails dig at the counter as a second finger slips in and he pumps them into my drenching cunt. 

"because why baby girl?" he groans as he shoves a third in, stretching me and I whimper and hiss. 

"i love you" I whimper. 

"I was supposed to be the one...me...not her" I admit pathetically as he groans and fucks me harder with his three fingers and I yelp. 

"you want to have daddys baby Carly?" he asks and I nod and he groans excitedly and kisses below my ear and whispers into my ear. 

"I'll put as many in you as you want princess.....you can make daddy lots of babies with this fertile little cunt....i'll let you have my baby Carly...no matter how wrong it is....you'd look so sexy with a round belly...I can't wait till it's you carrying my baby...you think i don't want that?" he groans. 

"You think I dont hope everytime I cum inside of you that you're gonna end up pregnant....you don't think I try to breed my little girl ?" he groans. 

"I love you so much Carly....i love that your little cunt gets so jealous....so possessive over daddy's dick....it turns me on when you pout....when you look at her like you want to rip her hair out when I touch her and fuck her....you think I love her more baby?" he groans and I whimper as my cunt soaks his fingers and he slides them out. 

"i'll always love you more....more than anyone...you're my baby girl....my sexy little girl with hot little holes for daddy to fuck and cum in....so fucking pretty baby" he says as he pushes down his boxers and his hard cock finds my center and he slides up into me. 

"This.....i love this.....how wet you get for me.....you were the best thing to ever happen to me baby.....and having you like this.....is the second best.....being able to fuck you...love you like a woman....god you have no idea just how much I love you baby....no fucking idea" he breathes against my neck and holds an arm around me, fingers on my clit as he fucks me slowly. 

"feel that baby?" he groans. 

"That's how much I fucking love you......my dick gets the hardest...for you..." he whispers. 

"Do you know how hot it is to fuck the one tight little pussy I never should have been able to?" he asks and nips my neck softly. 

"I'm so lucky." he groans. "So fucking lucky." 

"daddy" I whimper and he groans. 

"you're always gonna be my little girl Carly...and my favorite pussy to fuck...the biggest love of my life baby....you are mine baby...in every way...do you understand?" he asks and I moan with a nod. 

"yes" I breathe and he groans and thrusts slowly still. 

"I want nothing more than to watch my baby...our baby...grow in this little belly." he says and rubs my stomach with his free hand as he holds his cock inside me. 

"watch your sexy teenage tits fill with milk..." he says and his hand goes up my shirt. 

"take this off baby." he says, and both his hands lift my shirt off and his hands slide down my bare back and I shiver.

"your fucking body is so pretty" he groans and kisses my shoulder as he reaches around and grabs my tits as he thrusts slowly. His cock sliding in and out so fucking slowly, making me feel every perfect inch. 

"daddy" I whimper. 

"feel that baby? daddy making love to this pussy for you...showing you how much he loves his daughter...his little girl..." he groans and I moan and nod. 

"Yes" I breathe and he groans. 

"do you like it soft baby ? When daddy fucks you like a little princess?" he asks and I moan and nod. 

"It feels so good like this daddy" I whimper and he pinches my nipples gently and then slides out and turns me around and grabs my face. 

"Youre so fucking pretty baby" he groans and his mouth presses to mine as I pull my body to his. 

"I want to do it on my bed." I say. "Alone...just us..dont let her in.." I moan, pleading and he nods. 

"if thats what you want baby...I'll give it to you...just to you this morning." he says and I nod selfishly, greedily and he smiles. 

"Alright....let's go" he says and kisses me and then grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs.