What We Inherited

The next day felt wrong from the second I opened my eyes.

I told myself the only reason I was thinking about it again was because I didn’t want him to suffer. If the episodes went untreated his mind would start to rot. Mom had protected him for years. Now she was gone. Someone had to do it.

That was the lie I kept repeating in my head.

The truth was uglier. I wanted it again. I wanted to be pinned down and used until I couldn’t think. The thought made my stomach twist with guilt so hard I felt sick. My mother had been in the ground for less than a week. And here I was, her daughter, already wet at the memory of my father’s cock wrecking me all night.

I hated myself for it. I sat on the edge of my bed with my face in my hands and tried to push the hunger away. It didn’t work.

By afternoon I had made the decision anyway. My pussy could take him. Maybe my mouth, if I was very careful. My ass was off limits. That part I refused to give.

I drove to the sex shop on the edge of town so no one I knew would see me.

The place smelled like plastic and cheap incense. I kept my head down and walked straight to the wall of plugs. I needed something small and soft. Something that could act as a barrier. If he tried to take my ass in the middle of an episode, the plug would stop him.

I picked one that looked almost modest. Soft silicone, narrow neck, flared base. Nothing extreme. I stood there holding the package and felt my pulse jump in my throat. Heat spread low in my belly. My panties were already damp and I hadn’t even paid yet.

I hated how fast my body reacted. I hated that the thought of sneaking back into his room made me clench around nothing. I bought the plug and some lube anyway, shoved the bag under my arm, and got out of the store as fast as I could.

In the car I sat with both hands on the wheel and tried to steady my breathing. The little bag sat on the passenger seat like an accusation. I was going back in. I already knew it. And part of me couldn’t wait.

That night I locked myself in the bathroom and opened the package.

The plug was smaller than it had looked in the store. I coated it in the lube, braced one foot on the toilet lid, and pushed it inside myself. The stretch was mild compared to what my father had already done to my pussy, but the foreign pressure still made me suck in a sharp breath. Once the widest part popped past the ring of muscle, the base rested flush against me. It felt strange. A reminder of the line I was trying to draw.

I practiced with it every day.

Some nights the practice wasn’t only about the plug.

I would lie in bed with it inside me and let the memory of the first night come back. My hand would slide down almost without permission. I touched myself to while sometimes asking myself, “What are you doing?”

I never had an answer. I just kept practicing.

Until one late night I heard Dad in his bedroom moving around heavily.

I pulled on a long T-shirt and nothing else. The keys were already in my hand. The plug was already in place. I grabbed a towel to help with the mess.

His door was locked again, just like before. The same key turned the tumbler with a soft click. I eased the door open and slipped inside. The room was dark. Dad was on his back this time, one arm thrown over his forehead, chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of deep sleep.

I closed the door behind me and crossed to the bed. The mattress dipped when I climbed on. I reached out and touched his shoulder.

“Dad.”

Nothing.

I shook him a little harder. “Dad, wake up.”

His eyes opened.

There was no confusion in them. No sleepiness. No recognition of me at all. The same empty, animal hunger from the night before stared straight through me. A low sound rolled out of his chest. His hand shot out, gripped my hip, and dragged me on top of him in one hard pull.

The episode had already taken him.

His cock was already hard when he dragged me on top of him.

The thick head dragged along the soft base of the plug first. Pressure bloomed deep in my ass as the toy shifted inward under the force. For a split second I thought it would give way. Then his hips adjusted, the blunt head slid lower, and he drove straight into my pussy in one long, relentless stroke.

I was soaked. It still wasn’t enough. The sudden stretch burned along the same raw, swollen walls he had used the night before. My breath left me in a broken rush. He bottomed out so deep I felt the head of him press against my cervix. The plug in my ass made the fit tighter, every inch of him dragging harder against my inner walls.

He started fucking me from below without pause. His hands locked on my hips hard enough to bruise, yanking me down to meet every upward thrust. The wet sound of it filled the room. Each time he buried himself completely, his hips shoved against the flared base of the plug and drove it deeper into me for a second before it settled again. The dual pressure of a cock in my pussy, and a plug in my ass made my thighs tremble.

He came with a low, animal grunt, cock kicking hard inside me. Hot cum flooded the already-sore space in thick pulses. I felt it hit deep and then spill back out around him almost immediately, warm and slick down my thighs. He never softened. The disease wouldn’t let him.

In one rough motion he flipped me onto my stomach, hauled my hips up, and slammed back into my pussy from behind. The new angle forced him even deeper. My face pressed into the pillow. Every thrust made the base of the plug thump against his body, sending little jolts forward into my guts. The stretch was constant. The heat of his first load made the slide filthier, louder.

Pressure built fast and mean. My orgasm hit with almost no warning, pussy clamping down in hard, rhythmic spasms around the thick length still pounding into me. My legs shook. A muffled cry tore out of me into the pillow. He fucked me straight through it, never slowing, until his own second climax locked him deep and another heavy load pumped into me. I felt the fresh heat join the first, the excess already leaking out and soaking the sheets under my knees.

He stayed locked deep, chest heaving against my back, cock still rigid and twitching. Every small grind shoved the base of the plug harder against him.

He stayed locked deep, chest heavy against my back, hips making small grinding circles that kept his cock moving inside the oversensitive mess he had already made of me.

Then, he pulled out and pushed against the plug. Every slow grind shoved his cock against the flared base of the plug. At first it was just pressure. Then it became a steady, focused push.

I felt the soft silicone start to yield.

The base that was supposed to keep everything out began to fold under the force of his weight and the thick head of his cock. Panic fluttered in my chest. I tried to shift forward, to get the angle away from the plug, but his hands locked on my hips and held me exactly where he wanted me. Another hard grind. The plug stretched my rim from the inside as it started to slip.

“Wait—” The word came out broken and useless.

The base popped past the ring of muscle with a sudden, wet give. The entire toy disappeared into my ass in one sickening slide. I felt it travel deeper than it was ever meant to go, the soft silicone compressing and then being shoved forward by the blunt head of his cock right behind it. There was no barrier left. Nothing between my virgin asshole and the thickest part of him.

He pushed.

The head of his cock forced my ass open in one continuous, brutal stretch. The burn was immediate and whitehot, completely different from my pussy. My rim had to stretch wider than it ever had in my life to accept him. I felt every millimeter of progress as the ridge of the head finally popped inside, followed by the long, veined shaft. The plug was still ahead of him, being driven deeper into my guts with every inch he gained.

I cried out into the pillow. My hands clawed at the sheets. The pain was sharp and deep and constant, a tearing fullness that made my thighs shake. He did not stop. He kept feeding more of that massive cock into me, using the slickness of my own juices and the cum already leaking from my pussy to force the way. I felt the plug move higher, a soft foreign pressure traveling up inside me where nothing belonged.

Halfway in, the stretch peaked so hard my vision blurred. My asshole felt like it was being split. The burn radiated all the way into my lower back and down the backs of my thighs. I tried to tell him to stop, to wait, that it was too much, but the only sounds that left me were broken, high, panicked noises. He answered them with a low growl and another steady push.

When his hips finally met my ass, the entire length of him was inside me. The head of his cock and the plug together sat so deep I could feel the pressure in my stomach. My rim was stretched tight around the thick base of his shaft, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Every small breath I took made the fullness shift. Cum from my pussy ran down and coated the place where he split me open, making the seal wet and filthy.

He stayed completely still for a few seconds, buried to the hilt in my virgin ass, as if even the animal in him needed a moment to register the new hole. I could feel his cock twitching hard inside the impossible tightness. My whole body trembled under the weight of him. Tears soaked the pillow under my cheek. The pain was still the only thing I could feel.

Then he pulled back a few inches and thrust back in.

The first real stroke in my ass dragged every stretched inch of me along the thick shaft. The burn flared hot again. I choked on a cry and clawed at the sheets. He did not pause. He set a steady, powerful rhythm, each thrust feeding the full length of him back into the tight channel that had never taken anything before. The plug stayed trapped high in my guts, a soft, shifting pressure that moved every time the head of his cock shoved against it from below.

Pain dominated the first minutes. My rim felt raw and overstretched, forced to stay open around the thickest part of him on every stroke. Heat radiated up my spine and down the backs of my thighs. Tears kept coming. My breath hitched in broken little sobs against the pillow. He growled above me and kept going, hips slapping against my ass hard enough to sting.

Gradually the sharp edge of the pain began to dull under the constant friction. The burn was still there, but underneath it a deep, overwhelming fullness took root. Every time he bottomed out I felt the head of him and the plug together pressing so far inside that my stomach tensed. My pussy, still dripping his earlier loads, clenched around nothing in confused sympathy.

He must have felt the change in me. His rhythm grew harder, longer. The wet sounds coming from my ass turned louder, filthier, as the natural slickness of my body finally caught up. I started making different noises, lower, involuntary, pulled out of me on every deep stroke. The dual sensation of the plug high in my guts and his cock stretching my asshole wide became the only thing my mind could hold onto.

When he came the first time in my ass it was massive. His cock swelled and kicked hard, flooding the tight space with pulse after pulse of hot cum. There was nowhere for it to go. Pressure built fast. Excess forced its way back out around his shaft in thick spurts that ran down over my empty pussy and soaked the sheets. I felt every spurt as a fresh wave of heat deep inside. He kept himself buried through the whole orgasm, grinding in small circles that smeared his cum deeper around the plug.

His cock stayed rigid inside me.

He pulled out of my ass with a wet, obscene sound. The sudden emptiness made me whimper. My hole stayed open for a second before slowly trying to close, cum leaking out of me in a steady trickle. He only left me empty long enough to shove back into my pussy in one hard thrust. The contrast was shocking, softer, yet still tight from how swollen I was. He fucked me there with the same relentless pace, the head of his cock dragging through the mixture of both our earlier releases.

I came while he was in my pussy. The orgasm hit like a cramp and a wave at the same time, forcing my walls to clamp down around him in hard, rhythmic pulses. My thighs shook. A broken moan tore out of me. He growled and fucked me through it, never slowing, until my legs threatened to give out.

Then he switched again.

He pulled free of my pussy and forced his cock back into my stilltender ass in one continuous push. The stretch was easier this time only because of how much cum already coated everything, but the depth was still brutal. I felt the plug shift higher once more. He set back into the hard rhythm without mercy. A few deep strokes in my ass, then he pulled free and shoved into my pussy in one motion. The sudden change made my whole body jolt. He only stayed there long enough to drag another broken sound out of me before he switched back again, forcing my already-stretched hole to take him once more. Each change made my overstimulated nerves fire in confused overload.

My body stopped being able to tell the difference between pain and pleasure. Both holes were swollen, raw, and constantly full of him or the memory of him. Cum leaked from whichever hole he left empty. My thighs were slick and sticky all the way to the knees. Every time he bottomed out in my ass I felt the pressure in my stomach. Every time he drove into my pussy I felt the residual ache of the first night flare back to life.

He made me cum again while he was buried in my ass, the orgasm forcing my rim to clench around the thick base of his cock in helpless spasms. The sensation only drove him harder. He flooded my ass again, then pulled out and immediately shoved into my pussy to empty another load there. I lost count after that. The night became a blur of being moved, filled, emptied, and filled again. My voice went hoarse. My arms gave out. I ended up facedown, completely limp, letting him use whichever hole he wanted while my body twitched with oversensitive aftershocks.

By the time he finally slowed, both of my holes were open, leaking, and completely claimed. I was exhausted past the point of coherent thought, breathing in ragged pulls, every nerve between my legs raw and buzzing. He was still hard. Still inside me. Still nowhere near finished.

He pulled out my asshole flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing.

My head was still spinning from exhaustion and overstimulation when he straddled my chest. The thick, shiny length of his cock hovered in front of my face, slick with the mixed mess of my ass and pussy. The smell of sex hit me hard. Before I could turn my head he gripped my jaw, forced it open, and shoved the head of his cock past my lips.

The taste was immediate and filthy, my own cumslicked holes, the thick salt of him. My jaw stretched wide around the girth. He did not give me time to adjust. He pushed deeper, feeding more of the shaft into my mouth until the head nudged the back of my throat.

I gagged hard. My hands flew up to his thighs on pure reflex. He growled and kept going. The thick head forced its way into my throat in one steady, relentless push. My airway closed. Panic exploded in my chest. My throat convulsed around the intrusion, trying to reject it, but he only pressed deeper. I felt the bulge of him outwardly in my neck as he slid further in.

My vision started to narrow. The lack of air turned everything sharp and desperate. I thrashed under him, eyes watering, throat spasming violently around the thick cock that just kept advancing. When his hips finally met my face I realized he was all the way in, balls pressed against my chin, the full length buried down my throat. My nose was crushed against his body. No air. No space. Just the overwhelming presence of him blocking everything.

He held there for a long second, savoring the way my throat fluttered and clenched. Black spots danced at the edges of my sight. Then he started to move.

The first few strokes were short and deep, never giving me more than a fraction of an inch of relief. Every time he drove back in, the head of his cock punched deeper into my throat and the bulge in my neck slid with it. Spit ran down my chin and over my cheeks. My gag reflex fired nonstop. The panic was total. I was going to pass out. I was going to die right here with my father’s cock buried in my throat.

Then the memory of his warning cut through the terror.

Mom worked with his thrusts. She timed her breaths.

On the next stroke, when he pulled back just far enough that the head of him cleared the tightest part of my throat, I forced a quick, desperate pull of air through my nose. It was barely anything, half a breath at most, but it was something. He slammed back in immediately, cutting it off, but I had a new focus. Every time he withdrew that critical few inches I snatched another tiny sip of air. The timing was ugly and imperfect. Sometimes I missed and the panic spiked again. Sometimes I got just enough to keep the black spots from swallowing me completely.

He felt the change in my resistance and took it as encouragement. His rhythm grew harder, deeper, more punishing. My throat was forced to stay open around him for longer stretches. The wet, choked sounds coming out of me were obscene. Spit and precum and the residual taste of my own ass coated my tongue. My jaw ached from the constant stretch. Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes and ran into my hair.

I stopped being able to track time. There was only the next microbreath, the next brutal thrust, the constant threat of my body giving out. My hands had stopped pushing at his thighs and now just rested there, weakly gripping as he used my throat like another hole.

When he finally came it was without warning.

His cock swelled and locked deep, the head past my throat entirely. The first pulse of cum shot straight down into my stomach in a thick, heavy flood. There was no chance to swallow or reject it. Load after load pumped directly into me, bypassing my mouth completely. I felt the heat and volume of it hitting my stomach, filling me from the inside while my throat stayed stretched around the base of him. Excess still managed to back up and leak from the corners of my lips, running down my cheeks in sticky trails.

He held himself buried through the entire orgasm, grinding against my face in small circles while his cock kept twitching and feeding me more. Only when the last pulses faded did he slowly pull out. The thick shaft dragged along my raw tongue and finally left my mouth with a wet, filthy sound. A long string of spit and cum connected my lips to the head of his cock for a second before it broke.

I turned my head and coughed hard, dragging in real air for the first time in what felt like forever. My throat burned. My jaw trembled. My stomach felt tight and warm with everything he had just forced into it. He was still hard, still looming over me, eyes empty and hungry.

The episode wasn't finished.

He moved me like I was already his.

One strong arm hooked under my stomach and rolled me with him as he lay back on the mattress. Before I could process the change in position he gripped my hips, lined himself up, and dropped me straight down onto his cock. My abused asshole stretched open around him again in one continuous, heavy slide. Even after everything he had already done to it, the size still forced a broken sound out of my raw throat. He did not stop until I was fully impaled, ass flush against his hips, the entire thick length buried inside me and the plug still trapped somewhere high above it.

Then he pulled me backward.

My back met the solid heat of his chest. My head settled against his shoulder. I was looking up at the dark ceiling, completely open and impaled, my legs falling loosely on either side of his. His arms wrapped around me from behind, one across my stomach, the other higher across my chest, and locked tight. There was no space left between us. I could feel every breath he took, every slow flex of the cock still buried in my ass.

He was still hard. Still twitching.

Small, involuntary pulses started almost immediately. Not full orgasms. Just microspurts. Little jets of cum that escaped him in irregular intervals and painted my insides with fresh heat. Each one made my oversensitive walls clench weakly around him. I was too exhausted to do anything but take them. My body had nothing left. Both holes were swollen and leaking. My throat still burned from the way he had used it. My stomach felt tight with everything he had already forced into me from both ends.

He held me like that while the night wore on.

Whenever my hips tried to shift from the discomfort, his arms tightened and kept me exactly where he wanted me, completely filled, back pressed to his chest. The microspurts never fully stopped. Sometimes several minutes would pass in relative stillness except for the thick presence of him inside me. Then his cock would flex and another warm pulse would empty into the already flooded space. I felt every one of them. I felt the slow accumulation. Excess eventually began to leak out around the base of his shaft and trickle down over his balls and onto the sheets beneath us.

My mind drifted in and out. Exhaustion pulled me under for short stretches, only for another small spurt of cum or a random twitch of his cock to drag me back to awareness. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air around our faces. His breath was warm against the side of my neck. His balls rested heavy against me, a constant reminder of why this was happening.

Gray light eventually started to push at the edges of the curtains.

I was still locked on his cock. My body had stopped trembling hours ago. All that remained was a deep, pervasive ache and the wet, overfull feeling of being claimed in every hole he had decided to use.

The monster had not fully released him yet.

I lay there in the growing light, sore, filled, and completely spent, waiting for morning to finish what the night had started.