"Yes..." she moans, her words muffled by the pillow as she tries to block out the pain. "Take it... take everything." Her body convulses with each thrust, feeling him stretch and fill her in a way that's both agonizing and strangely arousing. She hates herself for wanting this, for needing his approval more than anything else in the world. But she can't help it; he is her father, and no matter how much she tries to deny it, that bond runs deep. "

Her cries and moans fill the room as he takes her harder and faster, pushing her body to its limits. She feels his hand grip her hair roughly, pulling her head back so he can watch her face contort in pleasure beneath him. Her eyes meet his, pleading for forgiveness even as she arches her back to meet each thrust.

"Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse and raw. "I love you... I'm sorry..."

Well, no... not really. We've been, you know, holding hands and kissing a bit, but that's about it. I don't think he'd want to see me looking at pictures of your privates or anything like that.

Okay dad... I'm going to go finish my homework now. Just don't talk about this with mom, okay? She'll freak out if she finds out that I saw it. And definitely don't show her your pictures or anything like that, alright?