Fuck Sylvia's Pussy
From Create Your Own Story
You pounce onto her, pinning her. You pound into her, her breasts bouncing, her mouth and yours touching. Her pussy squeezes yours with each thrust, and it drives you insane. Within a few minutes you cum deep into her, and both of you know she's pregnant. For the next few weeks you rarely take breaks from having sex, ranging from fast and rough, to slow and loving. Eventually you stop, for fear of hurting the baby. Due to the sped up pregnancy, withing two months your daughter, Jenny, is born.
For the next 18 years you raise Jenny lovingly. She grows to look much like her mother, pretty, as well as smart and kind. You don't tell her of your mission, but explain how you are alone. You avoid thinking of how she'll grow up normally, without friends or a husband. When she was 6, you talked with Sylvia about this.
"Syl, what about her husband?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there isn't anyone here for her. Anyone else would be...family."
"I think we accept that our children will have to be married. We just won't raise them as close as you do normal siblings."
"So, what, you ready to try for another?"
She smiled at you. "It's not like you have to change much," she said while you continued to fuck her, as you had been for an hour or so.
Now, every few years, she had a kid.
Now, Jenny is 18.
Amanda, your second daughter, is 12.
Clara, your third, is 8.
Moni, your youngest daughter, is 5.
All have brunette hair, and are fair. Jenny and Amanda share the house next door, the rest live with you. Over 18 years, you and Sylvia have only physically aged a year or so. You both expect Sylvia and Jenny to look alike in a few years, despite the age difference. They will all eventually surpass you. You both became concerned that all 4 of your kids are girls, no boys. You go to the med bay. A Doc-Bot scans Sylvia.
"PROCESSING...COMPLETE. It seems Sylvia has a rare disorder in which two X, or male, chromosomes, cannot attach to her ovary."
"Meaning?" you ask.
"Sylvia, nor her direct children, first generation, cannot have a boy child, ever."
You both are shocked. The human race, like that, over. Sylvia then accepts a new, different, idea.
"The first generation...if we get past that, then there can be males. Adam..."
"Well, there is no guys to have a child with our daughters so..."
"Adam, there is one. Exactly one."
"No...NO!" you cry.
"Look, its the only way. You have a kid with Jenny, then this can all be over. It's the only way. If brother and sister can, you can."
You sit in conflict. Your daughter was beautiful, great in most ways, but this? You eventually come to terms with it, but say it must wait until her 19th birthday, two months away.
