#Pregnancy #Rape #Teen #Virgin
By Dante
A man’s need for sons drives him to impregnate his daughters.
My Dutch Great Grandparents came to Pennsylvania more than 150 years ago and had many children, my father was one of their grandchildren but all the inheritance had been given to sons that preceded him. He was very poor so we went up the Pine Creek far past the Black Forest Trail to find us land to live on. His brothers and fellow Mennonites came to help him build a house and a barn and get the trees cut so he could have a farm but then left us here all alone. Because the roads are so rough and it is so far from any town, we have all just stayed on the farm and made due with what we could grow and raise and what my dad could hunt. My mom had 3 girls but my dad kept trying for boys to help with the farm. Unfortunately, after us three girls, mom had all miscarriages until she died in child birth. We buried her up near the large oak tree above our farm. We were all sad but we had been trained well by her to make due with what we have. My father mused at dinner if she had only given him a boy.
I was 18 and my sisters were 17 and 16. The younger girls sleep in one room while I slept in the room that was planned for the boys. On a full moon night, while I was asleep, I was awakened by someone touching me. When I awoke, I saw my dad standing above me with his nightgown unhooked. I looked to see that he had unhooked my nightgown also and as I watched he removed my undergarment. As I looked up at him, he bent toward me and put a finger to his lips to keep me quiet. I did not know what he was doing but as a good daughter, I always did as he asked. He then put his hand between my legs and opened them. Then he ran his fingers over my private area very slowly and softly. As he was doing this, he told me to cloths my eyes and as I did, I saw his night gown slide off of his shoulders. He laid next to me and I felt his bare belly against my arm and my side. His fingers kept gently rubbing my privates and I must admit that it felt good. I started to notice that my private area was feeling wet even though I did not need to pee. After a while, he took my hand and put it down near his legs and I could feel something rather long and rounded that was hard but the skin was soft. As a farm girl, I have seen the animals we raise do their matings so I guessed it was his mating extension and that meant it would be going inside of me.
I took a deep breath and whispered in as low a voice as possible: “Father are you going to mate with me.” For a while he said nothing, then as he got on top of me he said: “I need some sons.” I then felt his protrusion gently probing around my privates until it found my opening. My father used his hand to move it around and into my opening, probing deep into me with each orbit. Then he pushed it in with his body. It was very painful at first but he just laid on me and didn’t move. I peeked and noticed that he was watching my face by the moonlight. He kissed my tears and then pulled back out a bit, then he pushed in again. It was not as painful as before but there was still some pain. He must have seen this on my face and so he stopped again for a while. Then he started slowly pulling out and pushing in again. He certainly was not as aggressive as the bull to the cow or worse, the stallion to the mare, nor was he quick like the rooster to the hen and slowly it started to feel better. I was just getting used to it when he started pushing in quick and hard several times until he made a loud sigh and stopped. He then went to sleep on top of me. I slept too. When I woke, he was gone and by daylight I could see blood on my night gown and sheets. I cleaned up as best I could and hid the blood from my sisters.
Nothing happened again like that for a week but then one night as I was going to bed, my father came to my bedroom and called for me to follow him. I followed to his room and he closed the door behind me and said: “I have given you a week to heal and now you will be my wife.” I was frightened and alarmed. He said: “Do not worry, you chores will not change, except that you will service me here at night and give me sons.”
With that he began to kiss me on the lips for a long time. After a while he pushed his tongue into my mouth and touched my tongue. I guessed that I was supposed to do the same or something similar so I did and he seemed satisfied. As the kissing lasted, he removed my nightgown and his own. He removed my undergarments, stopped kissing and said: “You have no more need for these at night except when your time of the month comes.” He then laid me in the bed and began probing my privates with his fingers again while kissing me with his tongue. He also put my hand on his member and had me rub it. After a few minutes he mounted me and inserted himself into me and started the normal mating movements. It did not hurt much this time but just as I was beginning to feel some pleasure it ended again in his fast sharp thrusts and a big sigh. He then went to sleep on top of me.
In the morning, I was awakened by his mounting of me and his immediate entry with hard fast thrusts that lasted only about a minute until his sigh. He then slept for a few minutes before he got up to do his chores. I noticed an unpleasant odor coming from my privates so I washed them as good as I could.
This became out routine where he romanced me at night and took me quickly in the morning. It did not go unnoticed by my sisters so I had to tell them that father assigned me to give him a son. Sure enough, I did not have blood that month and within 4 months, I was showing an enhanced belly area. My sisters poked and giggled and I swelled up enormously in the next two months. Father then told me that he would no longer mate with me for the protection of the baby and I was to go back to sleeping in my own room.
The next morning, I saw my younger sister who was now 18 emerging from my father’s room. She looked upset so I went to comfort her and she said: “He is brutal. He hurt me so bad.”
I said: “He seemed gentle to me. Did he not prepare you with his fingers?”
She said: “He rubbed my privates but I did not want him to touch me so then he just got on top and forced himself inside me. And then he did it three more times!”
I asked: “Did he say anything?”
“Yes,” she said: “For refusing me, I give you no quarter. You will provide me with sons whether you like it or not.”
And many, many nights after that I heard her crying in father’s bedroom. And in time she became pregnant too. But I had cautioned my youngest sister not to resist father. Instead of mating with my youngest sister, he came back to me after my son was born. We went to stay in his room until I was 6 months pregnant again. It was at this time that he engaged my youngest sister. My youngest sister was now almost 19 and she never complained about mating with my father. They always seemed to have smiles in the morning while my other sister stayed in her room with her daughter as much as possible.
After my youngest sister gave birth to a boy, my father pointed to the two of us and said: “You will be my wives and your sister will be my whore. For I have found that only those who truly love me can give me sons.” And so it was that my youngest sister and I provided him many sons while my other sister remained barren no matter how many times my father forced her in his bed. Thus our farm progressed and we cut more trees and planted and raised more and more to this day. I would also note that my sister’s daughter also happily provided my father with sons.
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By Dante
#Pregnancy #Rape #Teen #Virgin
