Who Knocked Up My Daughter? (A Family Sex Taboo Mystery)

© 2013 Raminar Dixon Erotica

This work is intended for mature audiences. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. No characters engaging in sexual activities are blood related. This work is property of Raminar Dixon, please do not reproduce illegally.


Chapter One: The Setup

When I told my daddy I was pregnant, he didn’t take it so well.

I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised. High school ended only seven months ago, along with my eighteenth birthday. Daddy always kept a close watch on me, never letting me stay out late with the boys I went with, always playing with that damn shotgun of his when dates would come to pick me up.

You might think what he did was a little extreme, but he never pointed it directly at them or anything. It was just as threatening when he sat there in his big rocking chair and polished it while telling them to mind their manners, though. It didn’t take much of that to convince my dates not to dare lay a wayward finger on me. A couple of them called off the date before we even left the house. I reckon they knew from the get-go that they wouldn’t be able to control themselves.

Now, I was sitting in the kitchen and rubbing my swollen, pregnant belly, while daddy paced back and forth in the living room with that same shotgun over his shoulder. It was funny how things worked out sometimes. All those times scaring off the guys from school, when the ones he really needed to watch were the ones with the same last name as him. I could hear him talking through the flimsy door, his voice just below a harsh yell.

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