Chapter 1 - The Perfect Family

 As Buffy came into the living room, she could hear her mother happily chatting with Ted in the kitchen. The Vampire Slayer wasn’t happy with having this new guy around; but there wasn’t much she could do about it given how fond of him Joyce was becoming of him. Not yet, anyway. 

“Buffy?” her mom said as she entered the kitchen. “Dinner’s just about ready. You okay?” 

 Ted stood next to her, smiling, his arm wrapped lovingly around her waist as if they had been a married couple for decades now. Buffy saw that her mom was wearing some vintage apron that looked like it just came out of the 50s. “Nice fashion statement.” 

“What, this?” Joyce pinched the pink apron between two fingers. “It’s a gift from Ted. He’s so sweet.” 

 The daughter opened her mouth to respond but it was Ted that forcefully entered the conversation. “Actually, I’ve got something for you as well.”

 She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. “For me?”

 The middle-aged man lifted a finger asking for patience and headed out. Left alone with her mom, Buffy hoped she could draw her attention to how weird it was for this guy to get so familiar, but there was no way to go that far. 

“Oh, isn’t he a dear?” Joyce was saying. “You know, if he only did this kind of stuff for me I’d reckon he has ulterior motives, but to see him treating you like his daughter makes me so happy.” 

 A father? There was no way she was ever going to think of this pudgy chump as her father at any point. Buffy gulped. Clearly, this was not the time to talk about how she really felt. I’m going to need to find out more about Ted here first. There’s no way Mom will accept it otherwise.

 Ted returned carrying a rather large box gift-wrapped with pink ribbons. He handed it the Vampire Slayer. “This is for you.” 

“What are you waiting for? Open it!” 

 Buffy placed it down on the counter and reluctantly undid the ribbons. Inside she could see a red dress with white polka dots. “It’s vintage,” Ted was saying as he hovered next to her. “But the condition is excellent.” 

 Suddenly, Buffy could feel his hands falling down on her waist. “Don’t you like it?” 

“I’m sure she does,” said Joyce, her voice somewhat forced. “Buffy?”  

 The teenage blonde tensed and gritted her teeth. She was wearing a white tank top that left her tummy bare and now she was feeling the old man’s dirty fingertips moving across her bare skin. How in the world was her mother saying nothing? “It’s nice, thanks.” 

“Why don’t you put it on so we can all have dinner?”

“No, I don’t think so.” 

 Joyce put a hand on her shoulder that felt oddly threatening. Now both of the “adults” in the room were boring right into her soul with their eyes, and for a moment they did look like a married couple. “Please, Buffy?” 

 Half an hour later, Buffy sat at the dinner table wearing the stupid thing, feeling supremely awkward. She just waited, forced to listen to Ted and Joyce giggling and talking about future trips they wanted to take. Her fork moved over the food she was barely able to touch.

“Speaking of,” said Ted. “I was thinking we could all go for a picnic this weekend. Buffy, you could bring your friends. I know a perfect spot.” 

 The blonde almost lost her patience. She let her knife scratch painfully against the plate as she cut the steak. “I don’t know about that.”

“It will be good fun, I promise.” 

 Joyce was in such a mood that she hardly seemed to care that Buffy barely ate. She cleaned everything up like a proper housewife, then came back with a bowl full of cookies. “Honey, you’ve gotta try one of these. Ted just baked them, they’re incredible.” 

 Buffy could see the middle-aged freak looking at her expectantly. “No, thank you.” 

“Come on,” Ted insisted. “Just a bite.”

 Since her mom was shoving the bowl right in her face, she relented and plucked one out. Her sensual mouth nibbled at the cookie quietly. As much as she wanted to justify not eating them, they were surprisingly tasty. Delicious, in fact. And still warm. 

“Ah!” Joyce laughed. “See, you like them!” 

 Buffy smiled shyly and blushed. “They’re alright.” She finished the first and went for the second, now suddenly feeling famished after the uneaten dinner. 

“Help yourself,” said Ted. “There’s plenty more where they came from. And they’re low calories.”

“What’s in them?” 

 He smiled. “It’s an old family recipe. I’ll teach you how to make them soon enough.” 

 That night Buffy went to bed feeling normal, but there were nightmares as soon as she fell asleep. She was being hunted through a forest, running as fast as she could. A light could be seen through the trees. In the clearing stood a single house, the same one she lived in now, and the Vampire Slayer ran inside. Then, it was Ted who saw her and came up to hold her, placing her head against his chest. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” 

 Then the door behind splintered. 

 Buffy woke up in a fright, a film of sweat glimmering on her forehead. There was a figure sitting at the edge of the bed in the darkness. She yelped and sat up; but he quickly grabbed her by the wrists and moved into the moonlight. “Buffy, it’s me,” said Ted. 

“Ted?...” Her confusion was written all over. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” 

“You left after dinner, you went back home…” 

 Ted’s face lost all the joy. “Buffy, did you have another bad dream again?”

“Yes. But that’s not it.” 

“This is no way to treat your father.” 

 Buffy gave him a long look. “You’re not my dad.” Was he? It suddenly felt difficult to think properly. Was the dinner thing just a part of her dream? But… 

 Ted gave her a kiss on the cheek and squeezed her against his chest. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy is here now. I’ll keep you safe.” 

 No, he wasn’t her father. Was he? Was he really? Her memories felt scrambled and were getting fuzzier the more she tried to access the right ones. And there was an unnatural dread that came with them - Buffy was afraid to deny him. What if he thought she was crazy? What if she was crazy? Being held by him felt so right…

“You need to have a good rest. Don’t worry, I’ll stay here with you.” Ted pushed her down into the bed then got in next to her. 

 The only thing she had worn to bed were a bra and a pair of panties. But he put his arms around her to cuddle her up nonetheless, his hands holding her tummy. “Oh, Buffy. Everything is going to be alright. You’ve been a bad girl for very long, but you’re going to be a good girl now, right?” 

 Buffy did not want to be a bad girl. In fact, every part of her was compelling her to be a good girl. This man clearly loved her. And more likely than not, he was her father, and she was just having a terrible night. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.” 

 Ted kissed her gently on the neck. “I love you as much as I love your mother. We’re never going to be separated. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. Not by anything.” 

 Buffy found his hand and their fingers interlocked. He loves me, she thought, surprisingly happy. If by some chance this guy wasn’t her real dad, then the blonde welcomed him to take the role. She hadn’t felt so cared for and protected… ever.

“Do you remember that one time I picked you up from school and we went hiking?” 

 Buffy was ashamed to say that she didn’t. “A little.” 

“Remember, you wanted to have ice cream…” 

 Ted started recounting everything to her, and as the memories came back Buffy could tell that they were genuine. Of course. Somebody must have put a spell on her and screwed with her brain. To think that she would humiliate her daddy by doubting who he was. Ted was the best guy in the world for putting up with her…

 The blonde barely got enough sleep, but when she woke up in the morning her father still held her tenderly in his arms, fingers gently stroking her stomach. Buffy smiled warmly and gave him a kiss. “Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy.” 

 Buffy put on the polka dot dress she had received the other day and went to school where she met with Xander and Willow. The two immediately stopped talking as soon as they took notice of her outfit. A few people passing by almost gazed at her distracting dress, but for her two friends that knew her so well the girly vintage dress was unbelievable. 

“What on earth happened to you?” said Willow. 

 Xander couldn't stop looking at the out-of-place clothing. “Clearly, she must have put it on and it turned out to be cursed and now she can’t take it off. Is that right, Buffy?” 

“You guys are so bad!” Buffy exclaimed. “It’s a nice dress. Dad gave it to me.” 

“Of course!” said Xander, still laughing. “Your dad, the famous fashionista. Buffer Summers, of world fame.” 

 Only Willow was a bit more concerned. “Who do you mean?”

“I mean my dad, who else? You know, Ted?” 

 The redhead’s face went ashen but Xander was just confused. “Creepy Ted?” He got elbowed by Willow.

 Buffy made a face. “I don’t appreciate you guys talking about him that way. He’s such a sweet man.”

 

 As the days until the weekend passed, Buffy became thoroughly convinced that Ted was her father. Ted, who always protected her. Ted, who was always there for her. A few people were confused about what she meant when she referenced him, but Buffy explained to them that she had been feeling ill for a while and sometimes just got things wrong. Now every evening in the Summers home was spent discussing past memories with her loving parents, remembering all the amazing things Joyce and Ted helped her do, and all the cool places they went to as a family. 

 Ted even reminded her how to make those amazing cookies she and her mother loved so much.

 Xander and Willow were biding their time. They weren’t sure when or how they could bring up to their friend that she was being totally crazy. They tried to lay logic traps here and there for her, like asking Buffy why she and her mom were both Summers when Ted was a Buchanan, but the blonde saw no troubling incongruity with facts that hardly lined up, and could quickly offer an improvised solution. 

 On one hand, they were worried about how crazy this all was. On the other, though, they were at least relieved that it was, as far as they could see, as harmless as it was delusional. 

 The friends decided to go along with the picnic invitation, hoping they could get more info on what was going on and help Buffy snap out of it. Ted led them to a nice spot by a river. They spread out a blanket as Joyce neatly took out all the goodies she brought. “I’ve got sandwiches, drinks, cookies…” 

 Buffy sat down on Ted’s right as Joyce sat on his left, both of them wearing floral-patterned 50s dresses. The middle-aged man had his arms wrapped around both lovingly, and Willow was sure that all three of them were delusional about being a family. It shocked her just how much their fantasy lives lined up. Almost like they got indoctrinated together...

 The slayer’s friends tried to find a way to enter the conversation and unplug the grand delusion, but the three were such active talkers that there was no way to do so. After they ate, Buffy offered them both cookies. “Go on, have some.”

“No thanks,” said Willow. “I’m watching my weight.” 

 Xander scratched his eyebrow and switched his gaze between Willow and Buffy. “I guess one won’t hurt.” 

 By the end, he had eaten at least fifteen of them and was feeling great. Huh, maybe Buffy really was made for this housewife life. He certainly liked the way she looked in that dress. A lot less confrontational than the Buffy he got used to. Maybe this is actually good for her. 

“Willow,” said Ted out of nowhere, his voice harsh despite his fun smile. “Have your parents never told you how rude it is not to eat when you’re invited somewhere?”

 The redhead tensed up as all eyes fell on her. Everyone got quiet. “W-What?” she stammered.

“Buffy made those cookies especially for you guys and you’re not having any. That’s just plain rude. It’s not my place to teach somebody else’s children, but these sorts of bad manners then get carried into later life and potentially taught to other kids that perpetuate them. If you accept an invitation somewhere, then that means you trust the person’s judgment enough to eat their food. What are you doing here otherwise? Just insulting us to our faces?” 

 Joyce gave her a judging look, in full agreement with Ted, as did Buffy. Xander looked down, afraid to interfere. “I…” 

 Ted picked up the box full of cookies. “Go on. It won’t kill you. Take more than one.” 

 Willow meekly took four cookies and began to eat. Now the three sitting opposite her were all smiling again as if nothing had happened, while Xander went on eating nervously. “They really are incredibly tasty.” He yawned. “I feel so sleepy.” 

 Ted agreed. “It’s great weather. Take a nap.” 

 Xander’s yawning was making Willow yawn and feel sleepy as well. Her friend was close to falling asleep right there, and she wasn’t doing much better either. 

 She was so tired she just leaned against Xander. Through half-open eyes, the new Buchanan family was the last thing she saw. Ted looked delighted, with a considerate Joyce on one side and a thoughtful Buffy on the other. “Just rest.” 

 Willow awoke later feeling completely horrible. She was in the Summers home, left by herself in one of the rooms. She tried to get up and move but her body felt like lead. After a few minutes of complete confusion, Buffy appeared. “Willow! You’re awake! Dad, she’s awake!” 

“B…” Willow shook her head. “He’s not your dad.” 

 The blonde came to sit at the edge of the bed and pet her head. “You’re just confused, that’s all. Dad’s explained everything to me.” 

 Ted appeared in the doorframe, looking chummy and positive. “Who is my special little redhead? Wake up, sleepyhead.” 

“Dad, Willow doesn’t remember.” 

“Well, that’s okay.” Ted came next to the bed and thoughtfully lifted Willow’s head up by the chin, running his thumb over her lower lip. It was such a menacing thing to do that the redhead could only blink helplessly. “We’re going to help her remember.”

“Come on, Will! Xander remembered by himself. Are you really going to get beat by your little brother?” 

 Terrified, Willow tried to smile. “No, of course not. I’m sure you can help me remember…”

“Here’s one of the things you liked to do most.” Ted reached down and unbuckled his pants, then slowly unzipped and pulled out his cock. “Go on, it’s okay. You can suck on it even though you’ve been a bad girl. Buffy, why don’t you go check up on your brother? I’ll be here with your sister.” 

 Buffy stayed just long enough to see her father’s cock enter her sister’s pretty mouth, then got up and left. In her parents’ room, Xander was slowly remembering things with the help of their mom. The blonde crept up to the room quietly, standing in the doorframe to watch them making love without their knowing. 

 Xander was on top of Joyce, screwing her in a missionary position while the milf kept her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. “Baby, you’re so good!…” she was gasping. “Just like your dad.”  

 Buffy grinned and pushed her hair back. She could definitely confirm that Daddy knew what he was doing in the bedroom. This whole week they had spent every night together fucking in every position imaginable. It was a loss for their mom, but now she was getting the reward for her patience with the return of her strapping son.

“I can’t… believe… I forgot… how good… this pussy is…” Xander said between thrusts. As she watched the sweat dripping down his toned back, Buffy bit her lip, looking forward to the time she would be spending with her younger brother. To think that we almost lost this. Thank god we remembered. 

 A piercing scream reached her ears. She glanced down the hallway and Xander stopped to look back and exchanged a look with Buffy. “That’s Willow! I shou-” 

 Joyce grabbed him by the shoulders and held him in place on top of her. “You should take care of your mother. Willow will be fine, she’s with your dad.” 

 Buffy could see a bit of reluctance in Xander’s eyes. But their mother’s sensual tone led him to being all smiles. “You’re right.”

“I’ll go check up on her right now.” 

 The blonde made her way back, ass sashaying under her flowery dress, and found her father on top of Willow. But unlike the mother and son duo having the time of their life, Ted was struggling to keep the redhead under control. He fucked her from behind, his legs keeping her thigh spread open; one hand interlocked fingers with hers while the other went over her mouth.

“Your sister is being very difficult.” There wasn’t the slightest sign of exertion showing on his face. 

 Willow, on the other hand, was sobbing and howling against his palm. It hurt her heart to see her poor sister like this. Buffy went over and wiped her tears. “Will, you need to stop overreacting like this. Dad is trying so hard for you.” 

 Ted took his hand away to let them talk, but Willow just exploded: “B, you gotta save me! He’s not your dad! He’s not! He’s hurting me. Please help me. P-Pleasshe...” 

 Then their father shook his head in disappointment and covered her mouth up again, ramming himself with such force into her that the horrific screaming he suppressed made Buffy worried for her sis. “Go get Willow some of our syrup. She needs it.” 

 The syrup was the special ingredient Ted taught her to use when making the beloved family cookies. Buffy grabbed the bottle from the kitchen and ran back up with it. 

 He took it, then grabbed Willow’s face firmly. “Open up, darling. You need your medicine.” 

 The redhead just sobbed. “Please, don’t. Please…” 

 He upturned the bottle and let the syrup spill into her mouth. Willow spit some out and it trickled down the sides of her face, but most of it went in. “Good,” said Ted with satisfied finality. “Buffy, do you mind closing the door? I think I’m going to need a while to get your sister back into shape.” 





 The next morning the entire Buchanan family got up early for a proper breakfast. Buffy and Joyce cooked in the kitchen with the assistance of Xander who couldn't help pawing their bodies. “Man, I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this. I can’t…” 

 The blondes jokingly elbowed him. “You’ll be missing out on a lot more if you don’t let us do our business!” 

 Ted was already at the table with his sweetest Willow in his lap. He had designated her as the spoiled princess of the family, so now was giving her the special treatment. She, too, was wearing a nice 50s dress now. “You look so wonderful like this.” His firm hand caressed her head. “I’m proud of you, Will.” 

“Thank you, Daddy.” 

 His hand came down to stroke her inner thigh and she immediately knew to kiss him on the mouth, deeply, leaving herself open for whatever he wanted to do with her. As a good daughter, her body belonged to the man of the house. 

 It felt strange to think that she had been a Summers all along. Or, well, a Buchanan. There were times when she had genuinely wished she was. Had that been a sign from the very beginning? 

 A part of her still found it hard to believe that Ted and Joyce were her parents, especially since she could remember both her supposed parents so well. But it made sense. She had never liked her fake father that much, and not even her fake mother if she really stopped to think about it. She always hated all the traditional Jewish stuff. Willow just wanted to be with her friends and not be any different. 

 Now they were her siblings. 

 It made her happy to think that she, Xander, and Buffy were finally a family. Ted wasn’t her favorite but he was a strong man and it felt good to be handled by him and taught how to be not just a woman, but a lady. No more religious crap, just a duty to respect her father. She could deal with that. He could be a god she could obey.

 If this was all a fantasy, then so be it. It wasn’t the worst fantasy. It was better than her life before, that was for damn sure. And if it happened to be a total made-up lie, then somebody would snap her out of it eventually. Buffy would definitely see to it. If this is good enough for B, then it’s good enough for me.

 Ted’s hand went up to her pussy and felt her soaked panties. “Again?” His voice was surprised.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Why was she feeling so horny, anyway? Ever since the old man fucked her yesterday she just couldn't have enough. She cried out of shame more than pain or lack of enjoyment, and now that she was allowed to express her desire openly… 

“Maybe until breakfast is done, Daddy? Please?” 

 Willow stood up and opened his pants, then moved her own panties aside as she sat down on his dick. She gasped and grinned as soon as it went inside, then wrapped her arms around her beloved Daddy and kissed him again. 

 His hands gripped her tiny bubble butt and kneaded it as she rode him, moving up and down on his throbbing cock. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “Thank you so much.” 

 To feel a real man inside of her, what could be better than that? Every part of her body responded to his strong hands and thick cock. Every time she dropped down and impaled herself it sent tingles up her back that made her brain tickle and her limbs tremble. I love it so much. 

 As the rest of the family joined them in the living room, Willow took a few more moments to make herself cum. Ted spread her ass and pussy as much as he could, giving Xander and the others a good glimpse of just how wet the little redhead had become. Her pussy was dripping thoroughly. As he grabbed her by the waist and used his arms to finish her off, Willow threw her head back and screamed, eyes rolling in pleasure as she came. 

 She collapsed against him, breathing hard, then slowly got up on shivering legs and excused herself, wiping the drool from her mouth. 

 Joyce shook her head and looked down at Ted’s wet pants. “You’re going to have to change those.” 

“It’s fine.” He reached across to where Willow sat and took her by the hand. “Anything for my princess.” 

 All of them ate their breakfast in full, talking about how good it was to be back together. “We’ve been missing out on all of this for too long,” said Xander, who had fully embraced his new role. 

 The others laughed in agreement, but Ted put his hands together thoughtfully. “You know, there’s something I’d like to discuss with all of you. As your mother may have told you, I’ve been having some difficulties of late in conceiving. Nevertheless, I think the bigger a family is the merrier. Joyce and I agree, Xander, that it would be good if you took it upon yourself to seed the wombs.” 

 Xander blinked hard. Then he looked around the table at Joyce, Buffy, and Willow, all three of whom looked like the perfect traditional wives. “I can do that. I can definitely do that.”

 Buffy rolled her eyes teasingly. But Willow shyly agreed. “I think you can too. And I’d love for us to have a big happy family.” 

 Ted was happy to see his princess agreeing and squeezed her hand again. “Then it’s settled. I can already see how happy we’ll all be in a few years in a house full of little ones. It’s going to take time; but Rome wasn’t built in a day.” 

 Even on the way to school, Xander was already thinking about what he would do to his two sisters once he got the chance. He needed to do as his dad said and embrace the family life. If it came down to him to make sure the Buchanan line continued, then he would do just that. And who better to have kids with than his lovely mother and siblings? 

 He could tell that people were looking a bit strangely at Buffy and Willow and their new traditional outfits. But he took each one by the hand and walked with them down the halls. “I think we should all get together for lunch. Have some private time.” 

 Buffy gave him a look. “What are you thinking?” 

 Xander could barely stop himself during the breaks from taking his sisters right then and there. They both looked so cute. But he kept it to holding them by the waist and caressing their hair despite the odd looks they were getting from everyone around them. 

“You girls ready to have a good time?” 

 Willow smirked. “I’ve already had a good time.”

 Buffy patted him on the shoulder. “You better be ready to make Dad proud.” 

 Xander definitely was. When lunch finally rolled around they searched for a quiet spot in one of the janitor closets out of view and squeezed themselves inside. He was so excited that all it took was closing to door to have him rush into giving Buffy a deep kiss. Despite her earlier dismissal Willow was feeling horny as well, and the redhead began to move her hands up and down both of the other two. 

 Buffy felt it her obligation to make Daddy proud and produce some grandchildren. As she reached down to feel her brother’s cock, the thought of knowing she could make him happy turned out to be more arousing than anything physical. All I want is to be a good girl for you, Daddy, she thought, thinking back to their amazing evenings over the week before. 

 Willow helped Xander take off the blonde’s dress. 

 Buffy stood only in her bra and panties, sandwiched between the two of them. Willow gently brushed aside the golden locks that fell down her back and kissed the nape of her neck, sending tingles throughout her body, while Xander tugged on her bra to let one breast spill out. Looking into her eyes, he massaged her hardening nipple between his fingers as she stroked his throbbing cock. 

“I want you inside of me,” Buffy whispered, moving her panties aside. “Now.” 

 Willow nibbled on her pale shoulder and gave her brother a look. “You better hurry up. I want to have my turn as well.” 

 Xander entered Buffy and put his arms around her as he held her against him. Their eyes locked. She gasped as he thrust even deeper into her body, her breasts pressed hard against his chest. 

 Willow giggled to see them that worked up. But her hand went down to touch herself as Buffy began to moan, her heated body pressed against her own. The blonde lowered her head into her brother’s chest, intensely feeling each inch of his cock as they made their way through her. “Fuck,” she whispered. “This is so good…” 

 Xander found her ass and squeezed her firm cheeks, building himself up into a frenzy as he went in and out. As her thighs tightened around him, he kissed her again and let his tongue grind against hers, feeling the insane hold of her cunt. 

 He spilled even as they made out and let him cum flow into the young womb, giving her every drop along with a few final thrusts that sent the seed right up into her womb. 

 Buffy was unsteady on her own feet, but he put her down and swapped her for Willow. The redhead was trying to console the blonde and kiss her. Xander just lifted her dress from behind and saw that she was actually wearing no panties at all. 

“You little slut.” He gave her ass a spank and watched it wiggle for him. He spread it wide, gazing down at her pristine white pussy, watching the way his engorged head rubbed against her lips and the wetness that dripped out.  

 He rammed it into her with renewed vigor, gripping her waist. “You’re so bad, Will.” Even as she moaned he could still hear the kisses between the two sisters. He gave her fat ass a couple more slaps, reddening it beautifully, then closed his eyes and focused on hitting every spot as he built back up to an orgasm. 

 Willow was grinding against him perfectly, seeming a lot more aware of what she was doing than her sister, gripping his dick so hard that Xander felt like she had more control over things than he did. 

 As he got ready to come, he leaned in against her, searching for a kiss. Willow kissed him, then Buffy got in there to get a taste as well. 

 Soon all three siblings were making out with one other. Xander moved his hands across their bodies, happy to know they were bred. I’m doing it just as you wanted, Dad.





 In only the course of a few days a routine and a sense of normality had been established in the new family. For the young siblings the days at school meant a lot of fun together doing all sorts of stuff with the risk of getting caught adding to the excitement. Xander did his best to keep his desires under control, but sometimes they would spill over and he would find himself reaching to cup a feel of their asses even as they went down the hallways. 

 It was during the evenings that they came together in different groups. Ted would go to sleep with Joyce, or at least pretend to, until he got up and headed into Buffy’s room where both of the girls slept. Xander knew that the sound of his parents’ bedroom door opening was the signal for him to go and spend some much-welcomed time with his mother.

 Buffy cuddled with Willow, touching and kissing her as they waited for their father’s arrival. As the door crept open, both lightly gasped and turned to look at him. “Daddy?” 

 Ted came in and closed the door quietly. “Well, how are you lovely girls doing?” 

 The blonde smirked. “Just waiting for you.” 

 Ted’s eyes went over their frilly panties and the babydoll tops that left their soft teen titties and hardened nipples nudging through. He came to stand by the bedside and caressed their heads as both his daughters helped lower his shorts. His thick shaft was so hard that it sprang out and nearly hit them both in the face.

 Willow smiled as soon as she saw it again. “God, it’s so big.” She ducked under it to kiss it from below while Buffy met it from the front. The blonde sought her father’s harsh eyes as she wrapped her soft lips around his dick, slowly moving them till they swallowed up his entire head. 

 All three heard a scream come from the other room and they knew what it meant. “They’re always so fast,” said a giggling Willow. 

 Ted started getting in bed next to them. “We should hurry up too. You girls have school in the morning.” 

 Just as before Willow was the one to jump on top of her father immediately, straddling him as she slipped down on top of his cock. Buffy grabbed her father by the balls and massaged them while the redhead slowly began to ride, bouncing up and forth in the midnight gloom. Seeing that pale ass moving, the blonde could not resist but give it two spanks, one on each cheek. Willow giggled and squirmed, but Ted grabbed her by the waist and shushed. “Go on. Just make me feel good, Willow. You have to be a good girl for me, remember?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. 

 Of course, they were both good girls. Buffy knew that Willow wanted to please their father as much as she did. It was strange to think that once upon a time she considered herself a rebel due to her own delusions. But she had always been a good little girl that lived and died by what her daddy said. Thankfully, that entire nightmare of a life she had created for herself had gone away. Day by day, she was losing any recollection of it. When she brought it up to Xander the other day, he acted completely surprised, as if he did not even understand what she meant by it. 

 Soon enough this would be all they ever knew. 

 Willow gasped and trembled, ready to come, but Ted quickly threw her off and grabbed Buffy instead. “Touch yourself and don’t come until I’ve given you permission,” he threatened Willow. “Or else tomorrow night I’ll have you sleep alone. You need to train yourself to get better self-control.” 

 As she got on top of Ted herself, Buffy looked down at him lovingly. “You’re always looking out for us, Daddy.” 

“Of course,” he said, rather coolly. She couldn't say what it was, but something in the way he talked sounded distant. Off. A little mechanical. “My main task is to educate you while I’m here. Without a proper education, you’ll never be respected out in the world.” 

 Willow kept touching herself but Buffy was confused. Sure, her father had said things like these before, but this was a very awkward time to say them. “Okay, Daddy.” 

 She lowered herself and initiated a kiss, now starting to ride him herself. Though she had gotten a pretty good idea of what he enjoyed, tonight he wasn’t showing much of a reaction. He just lay there, a little stiff, looking dead. “Is something wrong, Daddy?” 

“Not at all, sweetheart. You just keep doing what you’re doing.” 

 Well, even if he was having a hard time enjoying himself, Buffy certainly wasn’t. As soon as she felt that dick impaling her she threw her head back and bit her lip, suppressing a loud moan of pleasure. He grabbed her by the hands and they threaded fingers, giving her a better hold as she started grinding her ass against him, riding him much harder and faster than Willow had done before. 

 Next to them, Willow watched through half-lidded eyes, slightly drooling, listening to the way Buffy’s ass clapped as she dropped down on his nice old cock. They were both incredibly wet, but the wet sounds of her sister fucking filled the entire room.

“Fuck,” said the blonde. “I’m going to come.”

 Ted finally smiled politely. “You go ahead.” 

 Buffy brought his hands up to her breasts and came down to kiss his neck as she came, her juices flowing all over his cock. Willow could not hold it back any longer and came as well, squirming by herself till Buffy and her father finally extended their arms and brought her in for a threesome hug. 

“I did not say you could come,” said Ted pointedly. “But I suppose you lasted a good while.” 

 Willow chuckled. “Thanks…” 

 Both of them lay down to either side of him, their heads pressed against his chest. He held both of them tenderly and sighed. “Good night, girls.” 

 Willow sighed happily. “Good night, Daddy.” 

 Only Buffy stayed up, unable to feel content. Something was off with her father, and she did not know what. Is he sick?





 Though Buffy carried the worry for her father inside, she tried not to let it affect her too much. Xander would technically be the man of the house in case anything happened; but she was well-aware that most of the responsibility would ultimately fall on her. Even if it didn’t, she would take it anyway to ease his burden. 

 The good news that broke her out of her unpleasant thoughts was the revelation that came during the weekend when Willow announced that she was pregnant. “Can you believe it?!” the redhead exclaimed happily. “Finally!” 

 Buffy and Joyce had taken tests of their own but there was nothing yet. Xander immediately took Willow in his arms and held her, while Ted stood in the middle of the living room smiling. “This is a time for rejoicing. Finally, there will be a new generation to carry on the family line. I’m very proud of you both.”

 Joyce clapped her hands together. “Champagne? Should we get some champagne? Maybe order a pizza?” 

 The teens were ready to cry out in agreement but Ted’s face darkened. “Champagne and pizza? No, no, no, that wouldn’t do at all.” He went over to Willow and put a hand over her stomach. “There’s a baby growing inside of this young woman now.”

 Xander scratched his head. “Well, I’m not sure the baby would mind a bit of pizza. And if he does, that won’t stop me from eating it.”

“From now on we all have to eat well so we don’t tempt Willow,” said Ted. “The baby must be delivered as healthy as possible to ensure their best chance at life.”

 All of them loved their father. And Joyce loved her husband. But there was a slight discomfort at just how severe he was being. But who could disagree with what Ted pronounced? After all, he was the man of the family. 

 So Joyce cooked a boring dinner and after they all went to bed. Buffy and Willow waited for him to show up but he never did. “We should not do anything to disturb the child,” he explained to them the day after. “Buffy, you should continue having intercourse with your brother, maybe even more often. It would be best if you got pregnant at the same time along with your mother so all the children can grow up at around the same age, just as you three did.” 

 The coldness in his tone was unbelievable. It was like being talked to by a doctor. Or worse, a doctor that hated his patients. Where was the loving father that snuck into her room and made her feel better? Where was the man that brought them back into their normal and happy life?

“I’m sure he’lll be back to normal,” Xander said on Monday as they went back to school. “He’s probably just having a tough time, that’s all.” 

“You really don’t think he’s acting strange?” Buffy asked. “Something feels weird.” 

“It’s you that’s been weird lately,” said Willow. “I’ve noticed, you know.” 

 Buffy frowned. “Noticed what?” 

“You’ve barely been eating. I’ve seen you throw out your lunch several days in a row.” 

 How the hell did her sister see that? Buffy thought she was being discrete enough. “I just haven’t been hungry for some reason. I don’t want to worry anybody.” 

 Xander suddenly put his hand on her ass. “You gotta eat and stay healthy. After all, it’s time to put a baby inside of you, remember?” 

 That evening Buffy did her best to eat along with the family, only to wake up puking in the middle of the night. Willow stood by the doorframe, worried for her. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m fine, Will. I’m fine.” 

 But when they got back into bed she still wasn’t fine. Suddenly everything felt very strange. Her father’s behavior. How people at school gave them strange looks. Just having Willow cuddling her started feeling oddly strange and unfamiliar. 

 The next morning as everyone ate breakfast, Buffy could not do more than a few bites. Sitting at the head of the table, Ted noticed and glanced over at her. “Something wrong?”

“I feel sick. I’m just not hungry.” 

“You won’t feel better from starving yourself,” Ted said. A half-formed smile that barely showed his teeth came over his face. Just seeing it made Buffy’s skin crawl. His facial expressions were looking downright inhuman of late. What is going on? 

 Then her father turned his gaze to the cookie box in the middle of the table. “At least eat some cookies. Those will make you feel better.”

“No,” said Buffy, shaking her head. Looking at them filled her with revulsion. “I think they’re what’s making me sick.” 

“Nonsense. These cookies are full of nutrients and everything you need. Eat one.” 

 Buffy held his eyes firmly. “No,” she said again. 

 Everyone at the table lowered their heads, trying not to get involved. Ted stood up. “Buffy, do not make me discipline you. Take some cookies and eat them.”

 Her own anger was rising. “I said no. Are you deaf?” 

 Joyce gasped and covered her mouth. Ted began to walk around the table to come for her, but the blonde got up and dashed outstairs. “Buffy!” he screamed, though he was still stuck smiling as before. “You come here right this second! This is deeply troubling behavior I’m seeing from you. I need you to address it, take your punishment, and promise to change.” 

 She ran so fast that she slipped near the top and almost fell down. Ted caught up with her and tried to grab her by the arms. “Buffy!” 

 Panicked, she kicked him in the chest and sent him toppling down the stairs. 

 Willow screamed. 

 Buffy was afraid that he might have been gravely injured, but what she saw when she looked down was much worse. There was smoke coming out of his mouth and wiring tumbling out of the section of his head that had split off. 

 All the others got up and stayed away from her. “What is t-that?” Xander stammered. “What did you do, Buffy? What did you do?” 

 Buffy went to stand over him and looked down into Ted’s lifeless, glassy eyes. She kicked him to make sure he was dead, or at least malfunctioning, and then got down to inspect the side of the head that got destroyed. 

 He’s a robot. How is that even possible? 

 She should have been shocked. Instead she just crouched over the body, feeling nothing, thinking back to all the events of the last few weeks, slowly unwinding what had happened. It made sense.

“The cookies,” she told them. “They’re drugged.” 

“What?” Joyce kept clutching her own head. “Buffy, what are you saying?! You’ve killed your father! Oh, Ted… Poor Ted.”

“He’s probably not my father. And he’s definitely not human.” 

 Buffy got up and went to her family. “You’ve all been brainwashed, but it will pass. Just stop eating those cookies.”

“Brainwashed?” Xander couldn't understand. “What are you talking about? Is this a prank? It’s not a very good one…”

“He’s lulled you into a sense of security and tricked you into forgetting your old lives. I think… I’m starting to remember most of it. Thank god I had stomach problems and stopped eating.” 

 Buffy explained to them what she could and her main theory for how it came about. They were unhappy to hear it, and probably wouldn’t have bought it if not for the robot lying there. 

“But if we’re not related, then…” Willow looked over at Xander. “Am I really pregnant?” 

“Listen, listen!” he said. “Everyone’s panicking here. We need to figure things out. Willow is the mother of my child. Isn’t she?”

 Buffy looked down at the belly that had yet to grow. “She is. She’s also not your real sister.” 

 Joyce looked shocked and Willow looked away, troubled. But Xander just looked sad. “So all of this is fake? None of it is real?”

“I mean, we are friends,” Buffy explained. “That part’s true. We are basically a family. We’re just not, y’know, related by blood.” 

“Who cares about that?” he yelled. “I don’t! Look, I still can’t tell if this is a prank or a nightmare, but even if what you’re saying is true, I just don’t care. As far as I’m concerned, we are a family. I’ve been happy living like this. Why would we stop?” 

“I agree,” said Joyce mournfully. “This was the happiest I’ve ever been. Sometimes, I think I knew that it was fake. Or that something was wrong with Ted. But he was trying so hard to make me happy and I was so happy that it just… didn’t matter.” 

 Xander went and put his arms around Joyce, gently kissing her neck. “Exactly. We are a family. Buffy, I’m not going to let you get between that.”

 They were all standing up against her. Willow hadn’t said anything yet, but Buffy could sense that she was quite happy with being pregnant and with the rest of their future plans. 

 Buffy sighed. “I never said anything about stopping. I’m just saying, we got indoctrinated by a robot.” 

“It’s even better now,” said Willow, hand going down to her tummy. “Easier. I’m happy we’re not related by blood. I was worried the child might have issues from that.”

“Yeah!” said Xander. “Yeah!” He grabbed her by the arm and brought her into the hug he was sharing with Joyce. “We’re all in this together. Isn’t that right, Buffy?” 

 The blonde thought back to all the events of the last week. From the embarrassing dress she wore everywhere, to their evening dinners, and all those times spent fucking either that robot or Xander. The only bad part of it was Ted, really. When they were all so happy with the current arrangement, how could she go against it? “I agree.” 

 She got pulled into the family hug and squeezed between Joyce and Willow. “I would appreciate it if you stopped fucking my mom, though.” 

 Xander laughed and smacked Joyce’s ass. “Not a chance, B. Not a chance.” 

