Taylor Hebert and the Stranger (Patreon)

Taylor sighed as she entered the house. The day had been… well, it had been just another day at school. Dealing with the Trio and just trying to get through to the end of the day. Resisting the temptation to go Carrie on Winslow. Still, it was Friday, which meant she didn’t have to deal with them until Monday. Instead, she could work on her costume and other ideas for being a hero. Her dad wouldn’t be home until later, and she’d have to remind him about getting a plumber out to take a look at the tap water.

Setting down the glass she’d just filled, she gave it a suspicious look, wondering if it’d have the strange aftertaste this time or if it wouldn’t. It always seemed random, sometimes there’d be a weird, almost salty aftertaste to the house’s tap water, sometimes it’d be as it was when she was growing up. Deciding to chance it, she picked up the glass of ice water and… aftertaste.

Groaning in frustration, Taylor made her way to the old couch and sat down. That was another thing in this house that needed replacing, besides the rotten step and whatever was wrong with the plumbing. Half the time the springs in the seats just wouldn’t settle down and she’d be stuck lightly bouncing up and down even after five minutes. It was extremely frustrating when she was trying to work on homework or her hero notebook.

Her father wouldn’t be home for another few hours, maybe she’d have the time to work on dying parts of her costume?

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Danny Hebert knew what he was doing was wrong, but he was well past the point of no return. He had crossed that line when he first made Taylor suck him off not long after she got back from Summer Camp before high school. Like the old saying went, ‘Power corrupts’ and upon realizing that he had gotten powers somehow, it… it became too easy.

When he first walked in on Taylor taking a shower, and realizing that she somehow hadn’t noticed him, that was when he first realized it. It explained why he was being interacted with less at work, why people seemed to dismiss him whenever he bumped into them on the sidewalk.

He tried to resist, but when a young woman thinks that she’s alone in the house… and Danny had to admit that he was a weak man. He had to be, his wife wasn’t even dead for three months and he was eyeing their daughter’s ass and thinking about bending her over the dinner table. In the end, he broke. Not even a week after she got back from camp, he walked in on her getting dressed after a shower, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

As she was bent over to pull up her panties, he fished his dick out of his pants. Grabbing her by her hair, so much like Annette’s, he pulled her head back and stuffed her mouth full of his rapidly hardening cock. The technique was nonexistent, but the fact that it was Taylor, his daughter, the little girl he comforted after she had a nightmare, and that she was completely unaware of what he was doing, somehow made it more erotic than even the best Annette had ever given him.

He didn’t last long, the sheer taboo combined with the fact that he and Annette had a very active sex life before her passing meant that after years of near daily “activity” he’d been on a four month dry spell. The temptation was to turn her around and take Taylor right there, against the bathroom sink. But no, even if she wouldn’t notice, he still needed to be gentle for her first time. Plus… powers or no, Taylor would notice if she got pregnant.

Danny didn’t know how he managed it, what he’d been thinking, or even if he’d been thinking, but he broke into a Medhall warehouse and made it out with nearly a dozen boxes of a rather expensive birth control pill. Powers or no, Danny made damn sure to wear a ski mask so his face couldn’t be seen by any cameras that might have been around. According to the reviews, it prevented women from getting pregnant for a whole year before another dose was needed. It was easy enough to slip into Taylor’s water, but just to err on the side of caution, Danny decided to wait a week before actually taking that last step.

A week to convince himself to stop, to not defile his and Annette’s little girl. Some part of him knew he was going to fail, that he was going to end up having sex with his daughter. Indeed, the day before her first day at high school, when she was a mere fourteen years old, he went to her bedroom first thing in the morning, pulled her pajama pants down, removed her panties, then started to give her the treatment that turned pity sex with Annette into a date.

Even if he felt like the lowest sort of slime there was, he was going to make sure that Taylor had the best possible first time he could give her. So after the second floor of girlcum into his mouth, Danny took a deep breath, and, with his daughter still asleep and her bared legs spread as wide as they could, he placed the head of his dick at her entrance and slowly pushed in.

It was better than he’d dreamed. She was wet enough from his ministrations that he just slid right in, but so much tighter than anyone he’d ever been with. It was, for want of a better word, heavenly. Her pussy gripped and pressed down on him, so tightly it was nearly painful, sending such pleasure through him that his vision nearly turned white.

As much as he wanted to fuck Taylor through the mattress, Danny forced himself to stop when he buried himself in her. Give her, and himself, time to adjust. Taking a deep breath, holding it while counting back from ten, and letting it out, three times let Danny reach the point where it didn’t feel like he was going to cum as soon as he moved. So he slowly pulled back, savoring the tightness of his daughter’s pussy, before coming to a stop with just the head inside her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight Little Owl,” Danny whispered to himself, feeling a surge of taboo lust surge through him at the use of the nickname Annette used for her. He was damned and going to Hell for this, but Taylor’s tight teen twat felt too good.

Back and forth he thrust, pulling out until just the head was inside her before burying himself in as deep as she could take. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, even fucking pubescent, pre-high school daughters. With a groan, Danny pushed as much of his dick into Taylor as he could manage as he came, painting his girl’s womb white with his seed. One jet, two, three, more and more, until it felt like he’d cum more than he ever had with Annette.

It was that night that made Danny give up. He knew that there was no chance he’d be able to stop, not now after having sampled Taylor. Plus, just for the moment, life didn’t seem so bleak. Annette was still gone, but when he was fucking Taylor, he could pretend. Sooner or later, he’d end up having sex with his little girl again. At least it wasn’t getting lost in the haze of alcohol.

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Danny looked up with a smile as Taylor walked inside, standing up from the table and approaching her, his cock swelling as she set her backpack down. Taking her by the hand, his power making her unable to perceive him, Danny led Taylor to the living room, laying her on the couch so that her long, glorious legs rested on the back and her head hung down over the seat.

The position let Danny slide his dick into her mouth, that warm and wet blissful cavern, while his fingers unbuckled her belt and worked her jeans off. Taylor’s fondness for baggy clothes meant that he was able to slip her jeans off without messing with her shoes, leaving her in her brown hoodie, pale blue panties, long white socks and gray tennis shoes.

As the head of his dick hit the back of Taylor’s mouth, making her gag, Danny paused. After a moment, he slowly fed his length deeper inward, slipping past the tight ring and into his daughter’s throat. He had to go slow, the last year and a half having shown him that while his beautiful, wonderful daughter could take him in her throat, any real speed would make her choke, gag, and eventually vomit. Vomit was not a part of Danny’s list of kinks, so he kept a slow, steady pace, plundering his daughter’s throat and marveling at the way her neck bulged around his length.

Feeling Taylor’s lips around his base, Danny groaned in pleasure before reaching for his daughter’s green panties and sliding them along her smooth legs, tossing them over his shoulder. Running his palms along her calves, down to her thighs, Danny savored the feel of smooth flesh, the newfound muscle tone thanks to her jogging. Holding one leg against his chest, Danny slid his free hand down to Taylor’s core. The months of regular sex had trained her pussy to react to his touch, even if she wasn’t aware of it, and his fingers were almost instantly glistening from her juices.

Nodding in satisfaction, Danny slid his cock out of Taylor’s throat, her breath coming in gasps that made her chest rise and fall, but his focus was elsewhere. Fingers slick from her abundant lube, he reached lower, grabbing hold of the blue gemmed plug he’d slid into her that morning and gently pulling it out.

Now it was Danny’s turn to swallow nervously. He and Annette had never tried anal sex, his size meant that it had scared her too much, and now he was getting ready to fuck his daughter’s ass while she couldn’t perceive him. It was so wrong, but so. Fucking. Hot.

Guiding Taylor off the couch, Danny manhandled her to the coffee table, putting her on her knees while pulling her hoodie and Armsmaster tee shirt off. Pushing on the now exposed small of her back, Danny bent his daughter over, so her now bared chest rested on the cool polished wood. Cock still slick from her saliva, he took himself in hand and placed the tip at Taylor’s slowly closing rosebud. Taking a deep breath, he pushed in, the fat head of his dick forcing the ring of muscle open, invading her bowels with his girth.

“Hrmmmmm,” Taylor groaned as he fed more and more of his rod into her. A glance at the TV screen let Danny see her reflection, her face twisted into an uncomfortable grimace.

“Sorry, Little Owl,” Danny said as he took a moment to adjust. Her ass clenched down, trying to push the invading mass out in vain. “But your ass is too gorgeous, I can’t resist it, just like I can’t resist the rest of you.”

Taylor didn’t respond, but the words were more to assuage his own withered conscience. That done, Danny took both firm, muscled globes of her ass in hand and started pulling her onto his dick as he pushed forwards. All too soon, their hips were flush, and Danny felt ready to move onto what he’d really wanted. Slipping an arm around Taylor’s stomach to support her, Danny stood, lifting her into the air.

Much as he’d like to fuck her like this, suspended in the air and held aloft just by his arms and his cock, Danny knew he wasn’t that strong. Instead, he stepped back to the couch, sitting down before wrapping his arms around Taylor’s legs and pulling them up. Gripping the back of her neck, Danny began thrusting into her ass, her tennis shoe clad feet waving about in the air as her father held her in a full nelson.

It was too much, with a grunt, Danny held Taylor down and began to flood her ass with his cum. Were he ten, fifteen years younger, he’d have cum down her throat earlier in order to make fucking her ass last longer. But he wasn’t a young man anymore. Instead, as he caught his breath, Danny leg Taylor’s legs drop, turning her head and kissing her on the lips. She didn’t return it, she never did, but he could pretend, just for a moment, that he was kissing Annette, that the world was just a little bit brighter. That he wasn’t a worthless shit that raped his daughter again and again for over a year.