“Not so good, but better than nothing,” Alan said to himself.
He knew they had brought with themselves several chocolate and granola bars, as well as a few sport drinks and a Red Bull. The medical first aid kit from the car held adhesive bandages, gauze, packing, Tylenol and a suture kit. Each of the girls had their soap, shampoo, conditioner and whatever else teenage girls would bring for a long trip.
In the first of the two large dressers Alan found dozens of bottles of liquor with drinking glasses. The other drawer held a 12 gauge shotgun, a .22 caliber target rifle and a .308 caliber rifle with an affixed scope. Piled on the bottom of the drawer, in no particular order, were box upon box of ammunition for each of the weapons.
Alan breathed a little easier. They were not defenseless in what was truly the middle of nowhere.
“Daddy, I need to pee,” came the voice of his pregnant daughter, Ellie.
“The bathroom is over there, sweetheart. Just remember to pump the water before flushing or using the sink,” he replied.
“I know, but it's gross,” she stated with disgust.
“The toilet and sink work fine, and it's all we've got, so make the best of it,” Alan retorted with anger in his voice.
A moment passed.
“I'm sorry Ellie, I didn't mean to sound mad at you,” he apologized.
“That's OK daddy. Jen, want to come with me?” she asked her sister.
“OK, but I hope there's no spiders. I hate spiders!” Jen explained, her face knotted.
Everyone let out a laugh that broke the tension of their predicament.
“There's no spiders,” Alan said. “I promise.” Alan wondered how spiders could ever live in the brutal cold of their environment.
“OK, come on,” Ellie held her hand out to her sister, and the two made their way to the bathroom.
Alan's thoughts turned to food. He made pancakes using water and opened a can of strawberries as a topping. He took an old kettle, filled it with water and managed to make weak coffee to go with their breakfast.
“My God, this is it. We don't have enough food for a month, let alone six.” He thought to himself.
He knew that in a couple of days both their car and their tracks would be completely covered with snow. With no way to communicate with anyone, they would have to wait months until the thaw released them from this place. Even then, he had no idea how they would make their way to their home. It was still over 100 kilometers away.
The girls returned from the bathroom. The three of them sat at the table and began eating pancakes. No one said a word. They simply chewed, swallowed, and washed it down with coffee. The meal ended and the girls took the dishes to the kitchen sink, washed them with water and placed them in an empty cupboard. They returned to the table and sat down.
Alan shifted his gaze from the table top to both of his girls. “We're in trouble,” he confessed to his daughters.
“We don't have enough food,” Alan stated in a matter-of-fact voice. “If we don't find food soon, we'll die. Do you understand?”
Both the girls nodded their heads and said “Yes, daddy.”
“Daddy?” Jen asked. “Can't we hunt some food? We have all those guns.”
“We'll be able to bag a rabbit now and then, but we can't rely solely on that,” Alan answered. “We need to find a renewable, nutritious food source. Suddenly the perfect solution struck Alan like a hammer to the head.
“Ellie. I want you to listen to me and listen good, OK?” Alan asked his eldest daughter.
“OK, Daddy. You know I'm a good girl,” She mewed back.
“We don't have enough food. If we don't find more, we'll die. All of us. You, me and your sister. Do you understand?” he prompted her.
“Yes, daddy, I understand. What can I do? You know I'll do anything for you. For us,” Ellie beamed back.
“You know why your tits are so big, don't you?” Alan asked pointedly.
“Yeah, because I'm pregnant,” she responded.
“Yes,” Alan replied. “But it's not just that you're pregnant. It's that you're lactating. Your tits are full of babies milk,” he saw a flicker of understanding in his daughter's eyes. Ellie and Jen may be two incredibly hot and tantalizing girls, which Alan noticed every time he looked at them, but they were also very naive and not terribly bright.
“Your milk will keep us alive,” Alan said bluntly.
“Ewww, daddy,” Jen finally spoke up. “You mean drink Ellie's milk from her boobies?”
“Not quite, honey,” Alan was on a roll now, his mind working feverishly. “We milk her tits into bottles, and drink from that. We can use it to cook stuff like pancakes or coffee, but we'll mostly be drinking it straight from a glass.”
“How can you milk me daddy?” Ellie asked. “Do you know how? It won't hurt, will it?”
“I'll need to pump your tits with my hand, sweetheart. It won't hurt. You might even like it,” Alan explained to her with a sly grin on his face.
“I know I will,” he thought.
“OK, daddy. I'll do whatever you tell me to,” Ellie spoke with tears forming in her eyes.
“I'll be with you,” Jen told her sister. “Everything will be alright,” the two sisters hugged each other then kissed. It wasn't a kiss a sister would give to another. It was much deeper–even soulful.
Alan was getting hard watching from across the table.
He went to the wood stove and added as many logs as it could take. The fire grew to a small inferno and the cabin was soon not just warm, it was hot.
“We need to take our clothes off. All of them,” Alan told his stepdaughters. “If we get any milk on them, they're going to stink like hell and it's going to be very hard to wash them.”
This was a lie, of course. They had running water and could dry the clothes in the cabin quite easily. He wondered if he would get any resistance to this from his daughters. He didn't.
“You're right, Daddy,” Ellie replied. “I spilled milk on my shirt once and it stank so bad I gagged.”
Alan heard the word “gagged” and knew she would be gagging again, but not from any odor.
His cock was trying to push its way out of his jeans. He could feel the pain from this cruel compression.
Alan began to remove his clothes.
A minute later Alan stood naked in front of his two daughters. His cock pointing at them like some large, deformed appendage. He could see both Ellie and Jen staring. He wondered what was going through their minds.
Ellie was the first of his daughters to strip her clothes off. To Alan it seemed like a slow, provocative act.
Jen helped her sister remove her sweater, then her undershirt and finally, her bra. Her tits did not hang, rather, they stood out full and firm, spreading out on her chest. Her small, pink nipples were perfectly proportioned to her light aureoles.
His daughter continued to remove her clothes. Her jeans came off, leaving her in a pair of tight, white cotton panties. The gap between her thighs highlighted her vaginal area. She slid the panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
Alan was dumbfounded. His daughter stood naked before him, arms at her side. His eyes were immediately drawn to her pubic mound. The small amount of hair that populated it was short and blond, barely visible. Her curves resembled a Victoria's Secret model.
All this time he hoped his arousal wouldn't be given away by his rising cock.
Jen took off all her clothes. Her body was just as beautiful and arousing as her sister's. Her tits resembled the size of small oranges. They appeared firm and smooth, with aureoles and nipples similar to, but smaller, than that of her sister's breasts.
Both Alan's girls had tied their long hair behind their head.
“Do they know what I'm going to do to them?” Alan wondered.
It was more likely they had done this so as not to interfere with the milking process.
Whatever Ellie did, Jen was sure to follow.
Alan pulled a chair from the dining table and
placed it in the middle of the room.
“Sit here, honey,” he told his Ellie.
His mind was whirling with all the acts he would perform on his daughters, and the acts he would make them preform on each other.
“Jenny, there are some empty mason jars in the cupboard; grab one for me please, sweetheart.”
Alan watched as his youngest daughter walked to the kitchen and reached for the cupboard. Her ass was perfection. So symmetrical. So hard. So young and amazing.
She returned with the jar and handed it to her father. For a moment her eyes dropped to his cock. She raised them and looked her father in his eyes, then moved back to her position next to her sister.
“We need to sterilize this,” Alan explained. “We can use the steam from the kettle. That should do it.”
He opened the jar and upended it. He then placed it over the steam rising forcefully from the neck of the kettle. Steam soon condensed inside the jar and it grew hot to the touch. Alan passed it from hand to hand so as not to burn himself on the hot glass. In a couple of minutes he removed the jar from the jet of steam and joined his daughters by the chair.
“This should be good,” he told his daughters. “Ready?” he asked Ellie.
“Yes, daddy, I'm ready,” she braced herself against the chair for what was to come. Her sister knelt beside her with her arms over Ellie's shoulders. So it began.
Alan placed the jar half over his daughter's left tit using his left hand. With his right, he grasped his daughter's tit and began to squeeze. With each squeeze a small jet of milk shot from his daughter's nipple and into the jar.
He couldn't believe this was happening. His dreams were coming true right before his eyes.
“Owwww, not so hard, daddy. It hurts,” Ellie whimpered.
Jen began to kiss her sister's neck softly repeating “It'll be OK...It'll be OK.”
One of Jen's hands now lay on her sister's upper thigh, rubbing back and forth slowly, with a light touch. Seeing this, Alan was ready to explode.
Alan continued milking his daughter. Each compression of his hand brought a jet of milk and an “owwww” from his daughter.
“Hold the jar just where it is, OK, honey?” Alan asked Ellie.
“OK, daddy, but you're still hurting me,” came Ellie's response.
“I know, sweetheart. I'm going to do something that will take your mind off the pain,” there was now a rasp in Alan's voice, as he continued the milking process.
“Hurry, daddy, it really hurts now,” Ellie told him, tears streaming down her face.
Jen had moved her hand from her sister's thigh to the other tit and was rubbing the nipple slowly with her soft forefinger, then kissing it. She said nothing. She was completely absorbed in her sister's body.
Alan placed his free hand between his daughters legs and told her, “open”. His daughter obeyed, as she always did. He placed his thumb on her cunt lips and moved it softly up and down.
He could hear her “ohhhhhs” between her “owwwws”. Her arousal was in battle with the pain from her milking.
Alan felt his daughter's cunt become moist to the touch. With his middle finger, he entered her vagina. He was met with an “Ohhhhh, daddy...That feels good,” from Ellie. He started squeezing her tit harder and more rapidly. Ellie's “owwww's” of pain returned louder than ever.
“Daddy, please stop. You're hurting my titty really bad,” Ellie cried.
Her father's response was to squeeze even harder. Ellie was now screaming in pain.
“No, stop! Daddy, stop!” became her mantra. Alan could barely hear her. He was lost in his lust.
During all this, Jen was licking and kissing her sister's tit. One of her hands was now between her legs, furiously massaging her clit.
Her wetness dripped onto the floor. She was just as lost as her father.
Alan began finger fucking his daughter through her screams of pain. He felt her pussy muscles clinch around her fingers as she climaxed more than once.
His cock was about to tear itself out of its skin. Still, he never stopped milking.
Ellie was screaming in a mix of pain and pleasure as her father made her cum over and over again against her will. Her father looked up from her cunt and saw the jar was nearly full, and that his daughter's tit was shooting blanks. He had milked her empty.
Before he started milking the other tit, he knew he could hold himself no longer.
“Jen, get a couple of blankets from the cot and lay them on the floor,” he ordered.
His youngest daughter almost ran to complete her task. Within a minute, two soft blankets covered the area of floor next to the milking chair.
Alan removed both his finger from his daughter's cunt and his hand from her tit. He took the jar, now almost full, and locked the cap.
“You did such a good job, honey. I knew you could do it. You've always been such a strong girl,” he cajoled Ellie. “Before I milk your other tit you deserve to feel good for a while,” he continued. “Don't you think?”
“I do, daddy. What are you going to do to me to make me feel good?” she asked naively.
“Lay down on the blankets, sweetheart. I'll show you,” he looked at Jen and saw understanding on her face. She knew what was about to happen–or so she thought.
Ellie lay naked on the blankets, legs apart, arms out to her side. Her father descended on her.
“Jenny, get behind your sister and let her rest her head on your lap,” he told her hoarsely.
Jen moved behind her sister, put her legs together and lifted her sister's head onto them.
Her hands instantly went to Ellie's tits, one hand began thumbing and rubbing her nipples while her other hand cupped Ellie's breasts.
Alan dropped to his knees, straddling Ellie at the waist.
“Sit up, baby girl,” he told Ellie.
His daughter obeyed without question, though clearly she still did not know what she was about to do. Alan moved himself into place, his hard pounding cock nearly touching his daughter's lips.
“Open your mouth, honey,” he told her.
“Why, daddy? What do you want me to do?” she responded, completely oblivious of the act she was moments from committing.
“I'm going to teach you how to suck a cock, then I'm going to let you taste my cum,” her father told her with determination.
“But daddy, are we supposed to do this? Isn't it bad?” Ellie asked quizzically. It was Jen who spoke up.
“El, it's fine. All daughters are supposed to let their daddys teach them sex,” Jen knowingly lied, looking into her father's eyes. She knew she would be next and she wanted this.....Badly.
Without another word, Ellie opened her mouth and her father slid the head of his large cock over her full, sweet lips and into her moist mouth. Ellie's lips closed over her fathers thick member as he began to move it in and out of her mouth with a steady rhythm.
Both his daughters were now staring at his cock as it moved slowly deeper into Ellie's small mouth.
Alan pushed more of his man flesh into his daughter's mouth. Her hands came up to push against his hips.
“Don't worry, honey. I'll go slow,” he lied right to her face.
Ellie's hands stayed as they were but no longer pushed against her father's hips. Alan slid more and more of his throbbing cock into his daughter's mouth. He moved it in and out with a regular motion, feeling his daughter's lips as he slid himself over them. His “Oh God, yes!” announcing his pleasure.
Alan began the final push into his daughter's warm, moist mouth. He placed his hands on the back of his daughter's head and pulled it into him. Ellie gagged as her father's head entered her throat. Alan pulled out, let her get a breath, then pushed himself in even deeper.
Ellie was gagging. She couldn't breath. Her efforts to push her father's hips away failed miserably. She simply didn't have the strength.
“Relax, El,” her sister Jen whispered in her ear. “Breath through your nose.”
Ellie did so, and t
he sense of suffocation dissipated.
“Open your throat, like you're taking in a big breath,” Jen continued to coach her older sister.
Again, she did what she was told. Her father felt this and plunged his silky member into his daughter's throat until he could feel his balls hitting her chin. Ellie started to panic.
“No, relax,” Jen repeated. “Keep your throat open.”
Again, Ellie did as her sister told her. The pressure was gone. She had her father's entire cock inside her mouth, and he took full advantage of it.
Alan began face fucking his daughter, forcing her to take it. He pushed himself deeper into her mouth to his root, then pulled out again. Ellie made soft, gagging noises, but other than that, she took him completely. He couldn't put words to the sensation he was feeling. He was fucking his daughter's mouth and she was taking the whole thing, right to his mound. His in-and-out motions increased in speed as he neared climax.
With a final “Ughhhhh, fuck!” he came. He had pulled out enough so his hot, sticky man fluid spurted into his daughter's mouth–not her throat.
“Swallow it!” he yelled.
Ellie was choking on this sweet, salty juice. It burst from her lips and poured down her face. She managed to pull her head back until her father's flesh club was out of her mouth. She pushed all the cum into the front of her closed mouth, then swallowed every drop she could in a single gulp. She felt it coat her throat as it went down.
Alan had dropped to his ass and was sitting on the wooden floor, drawing in breath hard. Never, ever had he felt anything that amazing. He had made his daughter suck his cock until he came, then had her swallow his cum. What a feeling–both body and mind.
“Jen, grab the jar, please,” he asked.
His daughter did as she was told without a word.
Alan prepared himself to milk Ellie's other tit when a thought hit him like a freight train. There's no way Ellie could produce enough milk for all three of them, especially once the baby was born. They needed more milk to survive. But what could he do? Ellie could produce only so much milk. They needed another source of this elixir of life.
“Here, daddy,” Jen passed the bottle of fresh babies milk to him. She was still naked. He could see the wetness that covered Jen's inner thigh. It was her girl cum. Sweet honeydew. Watching her sister suck her father's cock had made her leak with excitement.
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