Secretly Bred by Daddy (Pseudo Incest Impregnation Taboo Erotica)
Michael finds himself hunted by his strong-willed step daughter, who has a steamy and sexy proposition - to give her a baby, right then and there. He tries to resist, but she teases and taunts him throughout the house. Can Michael fend off his step daughter's advances and keep the rest of the house from finding out at the same time, or will he fall prey to her devious machinations? More
Michael finds himself hunted by his strong-willed step daughter, who has a steamy and sexy proposition - to give her a baby, right then and there. He tries to resist, but she teases and taunts him throughout the house - a house filled will his adopted kids. Can Michael fend off his step daughter's advances and keep the rest of the house from finding out at the same time, or will he fall prey to her devious machinations?
This story is intended for mature audience only, and features scenes of voyeurism, sexy situations with the looming threat of getting caught, spanking, male oral, female oral, m/f taboo sex, breeding, impregnation and is 7000 words in length.
Thinking about it, I should have known better than allow myself to be alone anywhere in the house. I figured that with so many people scurrying about, the risk would be too much for Alissa, and she’d never try anything. That, of course, assumed that Alissa was thinking rationally. Naturally, she found me as I was locked away in the laundry room, steadying my nerves by running a load and ironing some of my shirts.
The door was entirely silent, sliding open and closed again with a gentle sigh of air. I didn’t even realize she’d joined me until I felt hands wrap around me, one palm pressing to my chest, the other to my stomach, both gliding over my clothed body as she pressed her breasts into my back. I jumped, searing iron in hand, having the barest amount of foresight not to scream in surprise and bring everyone running. The washer thumped with rhythmic time beside us as I spun, and found Alissa dressed in her too-small t-shirt and a pair of shorts that looked more like panties than outer garments.
“Hey daddy,” she chirped, beaming a smile at me and clasping her hands before her. That tugged her breasts into an interesting pose. I shook the thought away and tore my eyes up from her impressive and on-display rack, and fixed my step daughter with what I hoped was an intimidating stare. It was time to get fatherly and take charge here.
“Now, look here, Alissa,” I said, placing the iron down onto the ironing board and turning it off. I narrowed my eyes and gave her a disapproving frown, drawing myself up to full height. I realized I really wasn’t that much taller than her any more. She’d filled out quite nicely over the years, and the advantages I’d once held over her had vanished. “I’m still your father. You can’t go running around treating me like this!”
“Aww, have I been a bad girl, daddy?” Alissa said, sliding around the ironing board. She hovered a foot before me, icy blue eyes shimmering as she stuck out her lip and a deep pout. Her chin dipped, and her voice came out in a light waver. “Do I need a spanking? Would you like to spank me, daddy? If I’ve been naughty, it’s only fair.”