Dad Gets Daughter Pregnant Novels & Stories

"You can take me at face value. I am exactly what you see. And, you already know that I have a daughter, right? I had her when I finished high school and just started college. I met this beautiful girl, and it was love at first sight for both of us. We hit it off immediately and started doing a lot of stuff together. Then, boom, she got pregnant. Her parents were so disappointed in her that they kicked her out. At the time, I was nothing but a broke-ass who lived with my cousin, who was struggling to make ends meet. I lost my parents when I was young, so I couldn't really do much for her, but I tried my best.

“Do you think I don’t know you? Yes, you had a misunderstanding, but did it have to go that far?” “A misunderstanding?” My voice trembled despite my effort to stay calm. “Dad… she’s pregnant with my boyfriend’s baby.” “And so what?” he replied coldly. For a second, I just stared at him. “Dad…” “I’ve known for a week,” he continued, as if what I said didn’t matter at all. “They were planning to tell you. You’re still young, Zara. You’ll meet someone else. She’s pregnant now, there’s nothing to be done.”

he said quietly, and the words sank into my chest like ice water. I was the contract. The pawn. The deal. And now I was broken merchandise. “Well,” my mom snapped, “she’s pregnant! David, you know we can't give them a pregnant daughter." My father nodded. "Okay, we give them Dalia." She turned back to Delia, something wild lighting up her face. “Yes,” she said, her voice climbing with excitement. “YES.” She actually leapt in place, clapping her hands once like a child who’d just been told they were going to Disneyland.

After 'the incident,' he gave me a long talk about not being ready for me to bring another being into the world, which resulted in me rolling my eyes and then having to run suicides for an hour every day for a month in addition to him taking away my phone and car. He was a good dad, and he did his best. It wasn't his fault that he had no one to help him raise a little girl. Can you guess how I was conceived? I'll give you a hint. It was the stereotypical football player and cheerleader story. Only in that one, the cheerleader got pregnant while she was still in college and then died during childbirth, leaving a little girl and a scared man all alone in the world with no one but each other.

He said wiping that stray tear off his face. “Her father, Joseph Martin, a business tycoon, got the news of her daughter’s pregnancy and gone mad. He thought it was my plan to get her pregnant and I manipulated her into it. It was Ivy who forgot the birth control pills for months but I don’t regret it, you know. Because of that I got to know my son. My beautiful son.” His smile disappeared as he mentioned his son.

They are like my uncles, but I want a kids' party, not over-size apes taking over the buffet table. It's been a long time since I heard from them, and now Daddy wants to call them to track down Liam to be a responsible father; Dad had to take action into his own hands and told him to cool to explain the arrangement with the unborn baby. He was furious at me. Of course, his little girl, still a child to him, is pregnant with a child. I watch him go from a savage silverback gorilla, his biker name Silverback, to a fragile baby crying and whining to Dad, asking why he couldn't protect me from boys and keep me a virgin until I die. His idea only.

I continued. "Well, it doesn't matter what happened between you two. Cristiano, you got my daughter pregnant, and you have to take responsibility for it," Daddy said, causing me to shake my head. I don't agree with what Daddy said. I don't want Cristiano and I to get married just because he got me pregnant! "No." Cristiano and I answered together.

Andrea asked. Damian turned to look at his father. "Promise not to get mad?" He asked. "Damian, what did you do?" Andrea asked again. "Um..." Damian stammered. "I...got...um..." he looked at his father who was staring at him before finally giving in. "I got a girl pregnant. "What?" Andrea asked. "You did what?" "It was just this once, dad. I didn't know it would lead to pregnancy and now the girl's parents want to meet with you."

Slowly kissing up to my ear. "I would never hurt you baby girl. Had Paul not been that sick and twisted and you willingly slept with him. I would have forgiven you." I rest my head against his chest. "Your daughter." My dads words make my laugh and look up. Moving, I take her from him, Damon wrapping his arms around us both. "So, when do I get a grandson?" My dad looks at us and I laugh. "Really dad?" I look at him and he nods. "You realise what that means right? So you're basically asking when we will be having sex."

"Dad, when you told us we can sleep together, we knew you knew about us, and I realized that was as close to an apology as we'd get." "You've known this whole time I might have been watching you?" "Dad, we knew this whole time you were watching us." "I watched my daughter get pregnant by my son." That was more of a statement than anything. "Well, maybe, maybe not, Dad. We kind of, ya know, do it lots of places, and not just in the house, and you might not have just watched us." "What do you mean by that?" "You masturbated to your son making your daughter pregnant, and you let it happen."