>Lincoln sat on the couch with a weary sigh and draped his arm across the back. It was Sunday, normally a day of rest, but, oh, not for him. Having a very, ahem, large family, he had to work nonstop to support them. That meant Sundays, rain days, snow days, and holidays. Especially holidays. Like every other Sunday ever, Lincoln dragged himself through the door at six and dropped the moment he was able. Aches, pains, and owies wracked his tired body and his feet throbbed so hard he was afraid they were going to burst like pulsating pimples.
>In other words, he was a man in need of salvation, and before you could say sexy-little-daughter, salvation presented herself.
>“Daddy~”
>Lincoln opened his eyes and smiled to himself. “Hey, baby.”
>Loli, his sixth or seventh (or maybe it was ninth or tenth) oldest daughter stood shyly before him, a devious little simper on her pouty pink lips. Tall and thin with curves in all the right places, Loli wore pink and white striped knee socks and a pink sweater two sizes too big; it slipped down the gentle slope of her shoulders to reveal smooth, creamy flesh, and stopped inches below her little love box. If she lifted her arms, the shirt would ride up and bare her pink slit to his not-so-fatherly eyes. Her soft white hair, pure and not dirty gray like that slut Lupa’s, was held up in perky pigtails, her perpetually erect nipples made inviting little tents against fuzzy fabric, and her cutely chipped front teeth suggestively brushed her bottom lip.
>Lincoln looked his little girl up and down, from her slender throat to her healthy thighs, pallid and begging to be caressed, and The Log began to twitch like a hungry mammal scenting blood. He drew a slow, lazy breath through his nose and shivered at Loli’s musky fragrance, the perfume of her grlish arousal flipping the f*ck-daughter-now switch in his brain. Loli, poor girl, had his labido. She went through life constantly horny, her tight little honeypot dripping down the insides of her thighs, the rubbing of tacky flesh pushing her closer and closer to the edge until one wrong move sent her plummeting into a spine-tingling, toe-curling, knee-knocking orgasm. The closest she came to wearing pants was a pair of panties with DADDY across the butt, and the crotch was always wet with the dew of her desire. Sometimes, the urge to cum became so great that she would slip her hand down the front and twirl her finger around her clit until her face was flush and her young body shook. On the couch during family movie night, at the dinner table, once as Leia did her hair (Leia sighed in disgust and called her gross). When she reached the tipping point, she always called his name, her breathy moans of “Daddy” rising to a screaming crescendo. “DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!”
>Just thinking about it made his monstrous cock stand tall and proud. Loli’s eyes flickered to the bulge in his pants, and her cheeks blushed a lovely shade of pink. “Daddy?” Curious. Inquisitive. Needy.
>Lincoln shifted, unzipped his pants, and brought his dick out. Just over thirteen inches with a strong, throbbing vein running its length, it ached for the embrace of his daughter’s body. Loli clamped down on her lower lip and exhaled sharply. “Daddy?” she asked softly, a f*cking sexy catch in her innocent voice.
>“Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” Lincoln grinned.
>Trembling with excitement, Loli turned around and lifted the hem of her shirt, baring her tight cottony panties to him and only him. She jammed her thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down her glistening thighs to her knees. She reached behind her, spread her cheeks, and slowly sank herself onto his dick, her lips slipping over his head and her wet, rippling walls molding around his quivering shaft. Lincoln gripped her naughty, non-childbearing hips and guided his favorite princess down, spearing her boiling core. Loli bent forward and clutched her knees, her breathing ragged now. “Daaaaddy,” she sighed.
>“Baby,” Lincoln moaned and threw his head back. He ran his hands up her sides, the scrape of her warm flesh against his palms like sun kissed silk. She lifted a little, her insides stroking his thrumming erection, and let out a tiny “Nngh~” the only other word she could say besides Daddy. She established a steady pace, pumping up and down, each kiss of his tip against the opening to her womb knocking a squeak from her throat. Lincoln leaned forward, pushed her shirt up, and placed hungry kisses along the satiny flesh of her back, the salty taste making him drunk. His hands crept up her firm stomach and closed around her pert breasts, her nipples poking his palms and goosebumps raking her supple skin. She flopped her head back into the crook of his neck, her cheek pressing to his and her sweet smelling hair rustling against his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed her graceful neck, lightly at first, then with more force as her body responded, squeezing him every time his lips touched her. “Daddy,” she panted, her fingers grazing through his hair, “Daddy...Daddy...Daddy…”
>Finally, Lincoln could stand no more. Wrapping his arms around her, he turned them until she was on her stomach, her tight little butt thrust into the air and her knees far apart. She pressed her cheek to the cushion and bore down on her teeth as he mounted her, his hands clutching her hips and his dick slamming deep into her most hidden places, hitting spots neither he nor Loli knew existed, spots that made the girl gush around his driving piston. She laid her hands on the cushion and dug her nails into the fabric, her body pushing back against her Daddy’s frenzied thrusts.
>In the shadows, Lincoln’s other daughters, all twenty-nine of them (thirty-one if you count Allie and Bed, the adopted ones) watched with jealous eyes, resentful hearts...and dripping pussys. Daddy wouldn’t touch them anymore than Loli would touch one of her brothers...they were pure for each other, and they, poor souls, were damned to never enjoy the fruits of their father’s love. Lemy, Lyle, Bobby Jr., Conner, Ludwig, Logan, Lester, the male version of Lynn that Lisa called forth from a gender swapped AU universe, and that other boy no one likes to talk about would have to do.
>Sigh.
>Loli got her hands under her and pushed up, her body gyrating and knocking forward every time Daddy clapped the back of her beyond. She cast a sinful look over her shoulder, sultry eyes half-lidded, sparkling pink lips pursed, strands of snowy white hair hanging in her face. “Daddy,” she urged. She grabbed the couch arm and used it for leverage. She pushed suddenly back, taking Daddy to the hilt, and gasped when he swelled against her walls, getting bigger, hotter, thicker before exploding. He cried out, and she screamed his name as her climax crashed down around her. She buried her face in the cushion and moaned, her body rocking back and forth, pumping every last drop of Daddy’s love from his spraying dick. Some oozed out and dribbled down her legs and thighs, and the warm, good feeling made her purr like a little kitten. Meow~
>Lincoln dug his nails into her flesh and thrusted, packing his cream as deep into his daughter as he could. Then, spent, he pulled out in a rush of their commingled fluids and caught his breath.
>The dank smell of stirred crotch, sperm, and Loli’s perfume filled the room, and the giant group of girls sniffed the air, desperately grasping for even the most fleeting contact high.
>Loli rolled onto her back and rested her legs on either side of her father. Cum flowed out of her and made dark patches on the couch. Lori was going to flip the f*ck out, he thought vaguely, but he would worry about that later. “Daddy,” Loli whispered.
>Lincoln stretched out beside her, took her in his strong arms, and held her close. Like that, they fell asleep, just a normal Daddy cuddling his normal baby girl after railing her pussy…
>Normally, of course.