Cheating with His Daughter

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Pregnant with Her Father's Seed

Lillia didn't quite know how everything had started, but what the mare, in her early twenties, did know was that she couldn't do without her father's cock. He had been her first time, her very first sexual experience in the dark of their utility room, all while her mother cooked dinner in the kitchen. There had been such a risk of getting caught, but her palomino hide had glistened with sweat, moaning around the length of his cock while her daddy oh so very gently and sweetly taught her how to take his cock down her throat. Of course, the fact that the equine had a long, elegant muzzle helped her more than a little in taking his shaft.

The spitting image of her father, Jonathan, Lillia simply hadn't wanted to stop and the almost predatory lash of her father's tail had lured her on, more and more, day by day. It was something that, in a way, she knew that she shouldn't have been doing, but she knew her father didn't "get any" from her mother, a bay mare with an easy smile but a busy life, even if that was a flimsy excuse at best. When it came to cheating, especially with another member of the family, her and her father had to be careful, even if there was no reason in existence that could possibly save them from justice if they were caught in the act.

Brand was less conflicted about it, following his lusts where they led and, with an adult daughter, the stallion could not see the problem with it, cocky and overbearing and forward about his intentions. Truly, it was a wonder that he had kept his many affairs from his wife over the years, though it helped some that she was often so busy with work, very rarely doing things like cooking for the family. The like-coloured yellow stallion cooked more than she did, though his meals were a lot simpler, designed to get nutrition into the stomachs of those eating at the table and no more than that. At least he very rarely burned anything.

Still, he should have known that it was going to burn and burn and burn, the lust between him and his daughter, frenzied kisses in the hallway and long, dark romps in the bedroom whenever his wife was out. Her older brother had moved out, so that was something at least, though there was still no telling just when someone would come home, whether everything could go up in smoke between the equines, everything they lusted for combusting in a single moment.

It was worth the risk, however, that being what made it all the more exciting to Brand. He'd always been like that, though the stallion could not deny that he'd been, well, rather bored with married life. His wife should have known that he needed a lot more attention than what she was giving him, though they had drifted apart in love and lust at the end of the day. There was still love there, but it was a softer kind of love, a more familial one. He still wanted to go on holiday with her and share her company, share her bed and cook meals for her, but the sexual attraction just couldn't be stimulated when she was not there for him in that way.

It was no excuse. Yet Brand had never been the kind of horse to try to change his nature, accepting himself as he was, all the good and all the bad. It was both a blessing and a curse, to him and those around him.

Of course, fucking his daughter so many times over had had the intended consequence, her stomach rising ever so slightly in pregnancy, though it could be ignored, for the time being, not even noticeable to those that were not looking for it. When she'd gotten the positive pregnancy test back, he'd rutted her more furiously than ever, breeding her on all fours on his marriage bed while she pressed a pillow over her face, squealing into it, hoping against hope that her mother and his wife would not return too early that evening from work. That time, they'd gotten lucky, though there had been other rushes to get clothes back on and to get apart before she had gotten into the house and upstairs, or tow wherever they were. Those were the most exciting of times.

Still, going out swimming with his wife and daughter was perhaps something that he should have considered twice. His daughter's backside had looked so perfect in her pink bikini, a soft colour against her golden coat, and she had shaken it just for him, flicking her damp tail when she climbed out of the exquisite pool, at a health club, so that his eyes could not help but be drawn to it. Of course, Lilla had known exactly what she was doing, casting her father a knowing smirk, even as she slipped into the steam room.

She relaxed back with a soft sigh, letting the damp heat cling to her, wrapping around and around and around, soothing any strain from her muscles. It was all she could do to resist pushing her fingers between her thighs and dipping them into her folds, though she might have gotten away with it. Even blinking through the sultry steam, she could tell that it was empty, the seat slick under her, though she wished that it was in another country where she could have gone nude. Although that would have made it even more difficult for her father (a "happy accident"), she would have been more comfortable relaxing there in the nude. Alas, conventions dictated that she remain fully clothed in public spaces.

Lilla, however, was not surprised at all when her father slipped in there with her, his eyes half-lidded, a puff of wet breath softening from his nostrils. His eyes landed on her hungrily, as if he could not see anything other than her, and Lilla wondered briefly how she looked to him, in the steam. Sweetly, she smiled, her paw resting on her stomach, where the fruit of their lust grew, so softly, so slowly. All would come to be seen in that regard in the months to come, though she was sure there'd be a story or something that she could spin her mother about it being a passing fling that had "gone a bit wrong". It went without question that they, of course, were keeping the foal to come.

"You know how to work a stud up, you know that?"

He leaned over her, paws on the wall, trapping her within the cage of his arms and body, though Lilla would not have wanted to be anywhere else. She blinked all too innocently up at him, as if she didn't know what at all he was talking about, her paw running down his body, from his collarbone all the way down his chest to the tense rise of his abdominal muscles. Unconsciously, the stallion huffed above her, sending a swirl of breath through the steam, and her smile deepened into a canny smirk.

"I think I know... But you're not particularly hard to get randy, daddy..."

She all but purred, her tail twitching under her as she leaned back, her paw reaching his crotch, squeezing the bulge of his sheath and cock through the front of his swimming trunks. Her father huffed shortly and, emboldened, the mare caressed more firmly, riling him up, though he might have wanted to consider the consequences of getting hard in the steam room. That wasn't something that Brand thought all that much about until afterwards, however, not until after the deed itself was done. Why would he want to change?

For it was too intoxicating there with the soft heat of the steam room clinging to him, his man damp on his neck, tail hanging straight down with the weight of the water from the shower, where he had rinsed off before going in there. He moaned and leaned in, nose tipping, enjoying the feeling, "his mare" under him, caressing his shaft as the pink head of it poked out the waistband of his swim trunks. There was not enough resistance there to hold such a length back, the flat head begging attention.

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