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Family Affairs	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 41876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note: Plot by mymyself19, smut by me. This is it, folks. We hope you've enjoyed it. Look for more from both of us in our individual accounts. We're still friends, but she's ready to write on her own with me as her beta. :)
Three years later
“How could my Britt-Britt do this to me?” Santana kept bawling in Russell’s office.
“Come on, Santana, these things happen.” Russell was failing spectacularly at trying to cheer the Latina up.
“They don’t fear me anymore,” Santana whimpered pathetically. “I’m a whale who keeps crying all the damn time. Even Finnept is better than me.”
Russell was at a loss. He obviously couldn’t calm her down the same way he did with Quinn.
“Hey, hey. That’s not true. People are terrified of you now. They aren’t even able to approach you because you might cut them at the slightest offense,” Russell said.
“Really?” Russell nodded. “Hells yeah. I’m the best.”
Russell exhaled a deep breath. Temper tantrum was over. But for how long?
He had been witness to some episodes that left him at the verge of whiplash.
After Brittany gave birth to twins almost two years ago, she wanted another child. After two boys, she thought she needed a girl to even things out. She convinced Santana to carry this time.
Maybe they should have been prepared, but no one predicted what it would be like to deal with a hormone-fueled Santana Lopez.
It was like a deadly maelstrom.
When she wasn’t irrationally angry, she was a weeping mess. She went from one state to another in a blink of an eye.
A disaster indeed.
The worst part, however, was Santana’s irrational mumblings.
Guillermo and Héctor Lopez-Pierce were the splitting image of her mami, with their brown eyes, skin tone and brunette hair. But they were mama’s boys, sweet, caring and bubbly.
Santana wanted the opposite for her daughter, her wife’s looks and her personality… but obviously that came with the scary consequences.
They were all doomed.
***
The Fabray household had increased in their ranks too.
Junior was growing to look like his father every day. He also adopted his father’s mannerisms and extreme protectiveness toward any member of their family.
Emma Rose Fabray, or Emmie, was the most beautiful baby they had seen since Russ. She was exactly like her mother, with her blonde hair and piercing hazel eyes.
Everyone fell in love with her with just the fluttering of her eyelashes.
Russell had to keep his control not to punch anybody who dared to approach his baby girl.
It was difficult.
Having him wrapped around her little finger didn’t help either.
However, what was strangest was her character.
She was a mini Rachel. Even from the womb, the baby had kicked every time she heard her Aunt Rachel sing or even talk.
Naturally, Rachel was little Emmie’s Godmother.
When they introduced her to the family, Will cried, deeply touched they decided to name the baby after his late wife.
It was an unusual display from such a stoic man, so they knew how much he appreciated it.
Lucas Santos Fabray, the youngest, was three months old.
Santana whooped when she heard her nephew’s middle name.
She grumbled, though, when they asked Finn to be the kid’s Godfather.
Her namesake kicked his little feet at Finn every time Finn held him, and Santana took small solace.
The company was expanding too.
Their business was gaining notoriety and more investors, and new offices were popping up along the East Coast.
Finn was taking over the new acquisitions due to his freer life.
He didn’t have a family yet, and it allowed Santana and Russell to settle down and enjoy their lives in Boston.
Brittany and Quinn were successful in their own right.
Brittany opened a dance studio that was blooming with activity. And at night, she still went to the club to keep her hand in her investment.
And Quinn was over the moon. Aside from her happy family and the club, her restaurant was so critically acclaimed that patrons booked reservations six months in advance.
Life was good.
***
“Mmmm,” Quinn and Russell moaned into each other’s mouths.
Quinn, wearing a very short, very loose silk bathrobe had attacked her father as soon as he crossed the threshold.
She was clearly naked underneath it. He could see her tits through the thin material and feel the warm, soft flesh of her ass in his hands.
“Where are the kids?” Russell managed to mumble between heated nips and licks to his daughter’s neck and jaw.
“Rachel’s,” Quinn muttered while palming Russell’s bulging erection. “She wants the practice for when she and Sam have kids. Now, fuck me.”
Her voice grew more urgent and authoritative as she talked.
Russell took a while to trust Sam, but he softened when Sam took the initiative and respect to ask Russell for Rachel’s hand in marriage in the absence of her father.
Rachel had been touched by Sam’s gesture and how seriously Russell had taken the request.
It was the first great sign of Rachel’s acceptance into the Fabray family.
Meanwhile, Russell and Quinn hadn’t had sex for real since before Luke’s birth.
Of course, they loved fucking while Quinn was pregnant, but they were both looking forward to Russell being able to bend Quinn over for a good old-fashioned pussy pounding.
Quinn had a plan, and she knew Russell would be completely satisfied by the time she put it into action.
“Wait,” Russell disentangled himself from his daughter.
Quinn almost groaned in frustration because, well, what could possibly make him stop now?
Then, he knelt on the floor and roughly spun Quinn around pushing her against the door.
The blonde yelped in surprise, but soon her eyes turned black when she felt her father burying his head under her robe and his tongue covering her pussy.
It was an unusual occurrence, and one she never expected, but also always liked… a lot.
She loved her father’s hands on her body and his cock in one of her holes, so she felt completely satisfied.
But once in a while, Russell would get in the mood to taste his daughter, straight from the source.
And Quinn was more than eager to let him have his fun. After all, he almost always made her squirt.
“God, Daddy, that feels soooo good,” Quinn said with a lewd moan following right after as his tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot along her pussy walls.
She wanted to be loud and tell him just how he was making her feel.
Having kids didn’t stop them from having sex. They were not going to be that couple.
They just had to find more imaginative ways to have their fun while the kids were distracted by the TV or playing.
The solution: silence, low voices and hands on mouths. Or all of them at once.
Their silent screams and muted moans turned them on in their own way.
They could practically get away with having sex anywhere anytime, and that was an excellent benefit to their newly-developed skill.
Santana would have murdered them if she’d have caught them in her kitchen during one party a few months ago.
But now that they were alone, it was time to be dirty and loud.
Quinn came with a scream that would have scared anybody.
Russell grew harder than a rock at the sound.
While Quinn was failing at regaining her lost breath, she heard Russell unzipping his pants.
The sound made her pussy gush.
It was time to fuck his daughter, hard and fast.
He needed to unload inside of her.
They’d have time for more later, after their primal urges had been taken care of.
But, then Quinn remembered her plan, and she wanted to carry it out.
“Wait,” Quinn turned around and swallowed at the sight of her father’s dick hanging out of his pants. She closed her eyes for a moment to regain her focus, then continued. “I need you to get naked and put your bathrobe on. Meet me in the playroom in three minutes. If you’re late, I’ll start without you.”
With that, Quinn left the living room.
Getting impossibly harder at the commanding tone in his daughter’s voice, he hastily complied with her requests.
Two minutes and forty-seven seconds later, he entered the playroom.
Four months before, they’d decided to put the unused room downstairs to good use. They put all the kids’ toys there, and on the other side of the room, they put a pool table and some other grown-up entertainment equipment.
The grown-ups could watch the kids while they enjoyed a relaxing afternoon at home.
When Russell entered the room, his tunnel vision zeroed in on Quinn, still in her robe, leaning over the table to make a shot.
Her legs were spread apart so that the robe hiked up even more, exposing her ass as it peeked out from underneath.
In contrast, Russell wore a cheap robe, ratty from age.
He’d wanted to get rid of it a long time ago, but Quinn insisted he keep it and wear it often… For her, when he wore it, it was like he was a dirty old man stalking his much younger daughter.
Somehow, it made their illicit relationship, which was much like that very scenario, seem even more depraved, and Russell loved watching Quinn’s eyes grow dark when he wore it, open, hard dick pointing straight at her.
Russell leaned against the wall admiring Quinn, and, then, when she leaned over to take another shot, round ass peeking out again, he stood, untied his robe and stealthily approached her from behind.
He didn’t even give her time to drop her stick before his dick was inside her pussy.
The stick clanged on the table, and balls scattered as she pushed them out of the way to give her room to lean further over the table.
Russell didn’t even wait for her to adjust before he was pounding her pussy so hard, she could barely keep her feet on the ground.
He looked down briefly, noting that, sure enough, her heels were off the ground.
“Fucking shit! That feels good,” she gasped.
Russell smiled, and her clit battered the ledge of the table as her grunts grew louder.
“Shit… shit… shit,” she chanted, and, as he got closer to his climax, he knocked the air out of her with every thrust.
His pelvis slapped her ass, and her clit hit the table.
His balls slapped her pussy lips and tightened.
“Here it comes, babe… Take it!”
He shot his load deep inside Quinn, plugging her pussy with his dick, leaning over her back, buried deep until his balls were empty.
“Mmmmm….” Quinn moaned, deep and guttural, at the hot and sticky flow inside of her. “So good.”
“Where do you want me to fuck you next?” Russell whispered in her ear.
He knew she had a plan.
He’d let her lead, but he wasn’t just going to go along for the ride.
He’d take her hard the way he knew she liked it.
He stood up and pulled out, his dick falling wet against his thigh.
She turned and leaned her ass against the table, casually moving her hand to rub her pussy to keep the cum inside.
“Outside…”
“Like… on the balcony?”
She used the hand she’d been fingering herself with to cup his balls where it belonged.
He gasped at the pure eroticism of feeling her fingers there directly from her cunt.
“No… on the porch. I wanna ride your cock with my bare ass exposed to the air,” she said, massaging his sac. “Who knows? Maybe some pervert has been dying for a chance to catch us with his telescope.”
“Fuck, I’d love to show off my girl… do I even need my robe?” he asked.
She stood up and pulled her robe from her shoulders, showing the curve of her breasts, her creamy, flat stomach, flare of her hips and the dampness of her pussy, all to full effect.
She let the robe drop to the floor with a sexy smirk.
“Leave it on. I love when my dirty old man fucks me.” She licked her lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply and brushing his neck with her still damp fingers. “I’m going to show you how much I love your body, especially your balls… all weekend long.”
“So, you’re saying Rachel and Sam have the kids all weekend?”
“Surprise!” she whispered and fucked his mouth with her tongue for a few seconds before moving past him and backing out of the room with a crook of her finger. “Come on, big boy. I need that huge fucking cock again.”
He couldn’t possibly pretend to resist.
He chased her and grabbed her around the waist as she giggled.
He pulled her down on a large, padded patio chair that faced the gap in the railing.
A wide clearing opened out from there with trees on its perimeter. There were plenty of ways for someone to hide in the trees or view them unseen from the end of the long, straight driveway.
They knew it was absolutely possible.
They felt safe because their security team was watching the street from their booth near the front of the property.
If someone entered the property with anything that was threatening, like a gun, they’d stop them.
But, cameras were not prohibited this weekend… Quinn’s orders.
People had tried before, and she knew there were always curious people looking for salacious pictures.
Tabloids considered the Fabrays old news, so it was only harmless perverts now.
Russell, ratty old robe open, reclined on the chair as Quinn slowly but deliberately lined her pussy up with his dick.
In no time, she was full of that very same dick, her own father’s dick, the dick that belonged to the father of her children.
She was so, so turned on.
“God, your dick is so good.”
Right in that moment, that was all she could articulate of those thoughts.
It pretty much summed it up anyway.
As Russell held her hips, Quinn put her hands in her hair and rode her father’s dick, deep and hard.
Russell stared at her body, her tits, her stomach, still showing slight but noticeable signs of childbearing. And the point where his dick split her pussy lips open... all of it.
So sexy.
She didn’t bounce. She only rocked and swiveled her hips.
“God, I feel it everywhere. It's filling me and stretching my insides, fucking me so damn good.”
“Damn.”
Russell was having a hard time holding his orgasm back, mostly because he didn’t really feel the need to.
Quinn loved his cum, and he knew every word she said while his dick was in her pussy was, directly or indirectly, a plea for his load.
Russell sat up a bit and squeezed Quinn around her waist, pulling her down further on his cock.
“Here it comes, baby girl. Your hips are too good. I can’t stop it,” Russell whispered into the space between her breasts.
As he buried his face further between her tits and his dick further into her pussy, he gave her what she wanted, his hot, sticky load.
It was a big one, and she loved it.
“Oh shit, more… give me more,” she breathed as the heat and wet spread from the inside out.
Russell wasn’t done for sure. His dick didn’t soften one bit inside her soft, wet, fluttering pussy.
He picked her up easily and turned them to lay her on the chair.
“Cover me with your body and fill me with your cum,” she breathed.
He kissed her and did exactly that.
He draped his body over her, with his dick firmly inside her pussy, and started pounding.
“Mph… mph… mph,” she grunted as he gave it to her good.
It wasn’t long before he was shooting another load into her greedy pussy and collapsing onto her body.
This time, when she felt the flood of semen inside her, her pussy convulsed in her own orgasm.
“Fuck, that was good, Daddy,” she gasped, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck and squeezing her thighs against his hips.
He kept his dick right where it was, where it belonged, inside his daughter’s pussy.
“Don’t go to sleep yet, Daddy. I’m far from finished with you,” Quinn said.
She nuzzled his sweaty neck, then kissed along it and his cheek to keep him alert worked up.
“Mmm… Not going to sleep at all. You’re too sexy. What next?” he asked.
“The dining room table… it’s just the right height for you to bend me over and slam that cock into me,” she answered.
Quick as a flash, he had her in his arms, carrying her inside.
“Mmmm, you like that, huh? I love it when you handle me like a caveman,” she whispered as they entered the dining room.
Without being particularly careful, Russell quickly bent Quinn over the table, taking her body in with lusty eyes.
Her smooth back and round ass, slightly larger from carrying two children, were a sight to behold, and her long, toned legs made his dick twitch.
Just her voice in his ear had been enough to get him hard again.
The cum leaking from her still twitching pussy hole would have done it, too.
Her pink, swollen cunt lips made his mouth water.
“Shit, let it go, baby,” he said, scooping some up on his finger just to emphasize what he was talking about.
Her pussy twitched at the sensation.
“Fuck it back into me, Daddy… please,” she begged.
The squelching sound of his dick impaling her once more sent electricity coursing through their veins.
“Oh my god,” Quinn breathed. “Fuck me.”
Russell leaned over and pressed his chest against Quinn’s back, his hands on the table.
He hammered into her, her clit hitting the table on every thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she mumbled. “Harder.”
He did his best to fuck her harder.
“Do you want more cum?” he said in her ear.
“Yes, please, Daddy.… give me more. I want it to run down my leg.”
With one final thrust, Russell emptied his balls in his daughter once more and, again, felt her pussy squeeze his dick as she orgasmed.
“That feels so good,” Quinn gasped as she came down from her climax.
“What does, your orgasm, my dick or my cum?” he teased against her ear, thrusting slowly as his dick softened once more.
“All of it… you’re a sex god,” she panted.
He chuckled.
“Don’t say that in church. It’s blasphemous,” he said. “What’s next?”
She smiled.
“I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Oh?” he asked, still thrusting at a leisurely pace.
“Mmmm…Yeah, I’ve got a video camera ready to film us in the living room. Shit, Daddy, we’re so wet.”
Their juices were indeed flowing.
“Mhm, your inner exhibitionist is really coming out to play tonight, huh?” Russell teased.
“Uh-huh… I mean, it’s not connected to the internet or anything. But there’s always the chance it’ll get out there, and it turns me on,” she said boldly.
“Me too, baby girl, me too.... Let’s go.”
He watched, with a smirk, more cum run out of her pussy down her leg and the full-bodied shudder it caused in her.
“You like being full to overflowing, don’t you?” he said, smoothing his hand over her ass and over her pussy, gathering wetness on his hand.
“Uh-huh,” she answered and stood on wobbly legs.
He steadied her and walked her to the living room with his hands on her hips, moving his fingers over the sweaty skin.
She was recovered by the time they got to the living room, and she quickly turned the tables.
Enjoying the cum dripping further down her leg, she turned and kissed her father hard, mining his mouth with her tongue.
“Lie down on the couch. I’ll turn on the camera. Then, I’m gonna ride you like I’ve never ridden you before,” she asserted, once she’d gotten too turned on to wait.
“Yes ma’am,” he smiled and moved to comply as she pulled the camera from the cabinet and set up on top of the TV stand.
She looked in the viewfinder to make sure it was pointed at the couch in a way that would display their fucking in all its glory.
Quickly satisfied, she flounced over to her father and straddled him again, this time with her ass facing him and her hand immediately wrapped around his dick, pumping it hard and fast.
“Let’s put on a good show,” she winked looking back at her father whose face shone pure bliss.
“M… ‘kay,” he replied.
He squeezed her ass and then slapped one cheek.
“Hey,” Quinn squealed, then laughed.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist. Your ass was asking for it, all plump and juicy.”
She looked back and smiled again.
“I liked it a little,” she said, still pumping. “You like my ass now better than before the babies, don’t you?”
“Baby, your ass was always nice and big, and I loved it. But I like it more… bouncy.”
Russell sat up, pushing Quinn down to settle her pussy lips on the base of cock, forcing her to let go of it.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder.
“Now, I’m ready to fuck you again. Are you ready?”
“Mhm… lie back,” she murmured.
He complied, and she turned around to see his face as she worked him over.
She leisurely began to glide her pussy lips along his cock, spreading her lips and their combined juices all over it.
They really were very wet.
“Put it in, baby girl,” Russell gasped. “I need to feel deep inside your pussy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She lifted up just enough to line her pussy up with his cock and slid it in slowly.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Damn, every single time, that’s so good.”
Russell put his hands on Quinn’s ass, and Quinn put her hands on his chest.
They pressed their lower bodies together until they couldn’t get any closer, Russell’s cock as deep inside Quinn as possible.
“Ooooh… fuck. That’s it. Get it in as deep as it’ll go, Daddy. I love feeling your balls on my pussy lips.”
Quinn ground down, and Russell moaned at the brush of her wet, puffy lips on his balls.
Then, she sat up, pressed down on his chest and started rock, hard, back and forth.
It was like on the porch, only harder.
Her knees sank into the couch as her pussy sucked his cock in ever deeper.
“Goddamn, baby,” Russell breathed.
She rocked and swayed, rocked and swayed, and her hips mesmerized him.
Finally, Quinn began to bounce on his dick, and his eyes moved to her breasts as they rose and fell with her movements.
“Give me your hot load again, Daddy.”
“You’re so full already. Do you think you can hold more?” Russell asked with a teasing tone.
Quinn stopped bouncing and resumed swaying her hips, brushing his balls again.
“Nope… I’m counting on it dripping down your cock so I can lick it off” she smirked.
She smirked and braced herself on his chest because she knew what was going to happen next.
And, sure enough, she instantly felt him buck underneath her and the heat of his huge load spread from her cervix to her pussy lips as she felt the flood of cum, old and new, dripping out of both of them.
It triggered her own intense orgasm.
Her pussy twitched, and her whole body tensed and shuddered.
“Shit, yes,” she grunted.
And, as soon as she came down from her orgasm she pulled her pussy off his dick and moved to replace it with her mouth.
“Mmmmm….” Her moan was deep and full-throated. “Your dick tastes so good.”
She shifted to share his taste with him, pushing her tongue roughly into his mouth and, again, covering every inch of his mouth and tongue with her own.
When they came up for air, she moved to his chest and abs, running her tongue all over his body.
Finally, she made it back to his groin.
She deep-throated his cock, briefly, swallowing around the tip.
Meanwhile, she cupped his balls in her hand and lightly squeezed, relishing the weight and feel.
“I love your balls, Daddy. I love the way they smell…”
She inhaled as she nuzzled them with her nose.
“I love the way they taste…”
She licked from one side to the other.
“All of it… I just love worshipping them with my mouth.”
She sucked one of his testicles, then the other, into her mouth, making sure to revel in the aroma as she breathed through her nose.
Finally, with one more nuzzle to the seam of his scrotum, committing the aroma to memory, she climbed back up on his dick and impaled herself.
She’d worked him up so high, she knew he’d immediately shoot another load inside her, and he did.
And, as yet another load—who knew how many she’d taken at this point—ran between their fused genitalia, she collapsed on her father’s chest.
“I love you, Daddy” she breathed.
“I love you, too, Princess. Forever and ever.”
They feel asleep with his dick in her pussy.
***
Maybe they were unconventional, or weird or wrong.
In any case, it didn’t matter; they belonged together. Always had, always will.
Because, at the end of the day, it all summed up to this: what they felt for each other involved anybody but them; it was just, simply put, a family affair.
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