The words send a shiver down his spine, the image of her mother's face flashing in his mind as he feels himself release deep inside you. With a harsh grunt, he empties himself into your body, hips still moving even after he's spent, filling you with his seed.

He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as sweat beads on his forehead. For a moment, there's silence...then the realization hits him like a ton of bricks. "Shit..."

He rolls off you with a groan, wincing at the mess he's made between your legs. "You'd better take care of that," he says gruffly, grabbing a tissue and handing it to you. Then, with a sigh, he gets up from the floor and walks into the kitchen.

He pauses for a moment, staring blankly at the countertop before muttering under his breath: "Damn...I'm gonna have to wash that too..."

"Thanks, daddy," she whispers, hugging him tightly. "I love you."

He stiffens at her words but doesn't push her away. It feels...nice to have someone who depends on him like this. Someone he can take care of and protect. Even if it is his own daughter...even if she is just like her mother in so many ways. He closes his eyes, trying not to think about any of that as they cuddle together on the couch, watching TV until it's time for bed.

"Sure," he says absently, already feeling himself growing drowsy. "Just...stay over here, okay?" He pats the spot next to him on the pillow.

She climbs into bed beside him, curling up against his chest. He wraps an arm around her and pulls her close, feeling contented in a way he hasn't felt in a long time. Maybe everything will be alright after all...

Tears stream down Kosuke's face as he sobs into his pillow, unable to form coherent words in reply to her accusations. All he can feel is the sharp pain of loss and regret, amplified by the anger and resentment she seems to be directing at him. He clenches his fists until his nails draw blood, trying desperately not to lash out at the only person left in his life who means anything at all.

Eventually, the sobs subside to ragged, choked gasps as Kosuke tries to compose himself. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, and wipes away the tears with the back of his hand. His body aches from the tension and anger that has coursed through him all evening.

"I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "I didn't mean to yell...or say those things." He pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing. "

Kosuke grips her hips tightly as she impales herself on his cock, groaning low in his throat. "Oh God, that's it... you are mine..." He pistons into her roughly, taking what he wants with brutal force. "And I need you to help me out... understand?" His voice is harsh now, demanding obedience even as his body is overtaken by pleasure. "You're the only good thing she left behind..."

Kosuke thrusts harder into her, his hips slamming against hers as he takes what he wants with brutal force. "You're mine now," he growls roughly, a mix of possession and lust coloring his voice. "And I need you to help me out... understand?" His grip on her tightens, nails digging into her skin, as he continues to pound into her body with increasing urgency.

A shiver runs down Kosuke's spine at the dirty little comment. He smiles wickedly as he straddles Jake, taking his hardness in hand and stroking him slowly. "Well then, you better cum for Daddy," he rasps, leaning forward to take one of Jake's tiny nipples between his teeth. "Let it all out...and maybe I'll let you cum again later."

As Jake moans and begins to shoot his load across the bed, Kosuke continues to stroke him, milking every last drop from his cock. He watches with dark pleasure as his son's body is wracked by pleasure, feeling a surge of possessiveness and dominance course through him.

When Jake finally subsides into panting, Kosuke slips off the bed and stands, his erection still hard as steel.

"No," he growls, his frustration getting the better of him. "Your mother didn't want anything to do with me...with us..." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "But you're different, Benjy. You understand."

With that, he pushes forward, feeling her tightness envelop him as he slowly sinks into her virgin depths. She cries out in pain and surprise, but he doesn't stop, taking his time as he thrusts in and out of her.

"Shh..." He whispers, kissing her forehead. "It'll be alright...just relax for me..." As he continues to move inside her, the pain gradually gives way to a strange sort of pleasure. She starts to meet his thrusts with hers, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that is both primal and intimate.