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Father, Daughter, Husband, Wife	By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 38705 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Quinn?” Rachel looked stunned for a second, “Quinn!”
Quinn had just enough time to put her coffee down before she had her arms full of Rachel Berry.
“Hi, Rachel,” Quinn said in her ear.
“What are you doing here? Weren’t you at Yale? I’m sorry I lost track of everyone. I’ve been so busy—“ Rachel started talking a mile a minute as soon as she released her hold on Quinn.
“Don’t worry, Rachel. Believe me…I was busy, too,” Quinn said, laying her hand on Rachel’s arm briefly.
“Oh,” Rachel looked sad, and Quinn realized she may have hurt her feelings somehow.
Rachel was always so sensitive, and Quinn knew she had reason to be.
“Rachel, it’s not because I didn’t want to see you. I’ve just been…really preoccupied. I really didn’t have time for friends…any friends,” Quinn said.
It was a half-truth. She genuinely did feel sad at losing touch with everyone, especially Rachel, during the year and a half after graduation.
She didn’t regret it exactly. It wasn’t like her father had made her stay away.
She just thought of it was a sad byproduct of…everything.
Rachel reminded her of…everything when she suddenly grabbed her hand.
“You have a ring on your finger, Quinn Fabray. You’re engaged?” she asked, with a mix of excitement, hurt and happiness only Rachel Berry could display.
“Um…married, actually,” Quinn said as Rachel pulled her over so they could sit down.
She grabbed her coffee on the way by.
“Married! Oh my god, congratulations! Is it somebody you met at Yale…it’s not Noah Puckerman, is it?” Rachel suddenly looked a little disgusted.
Everyone had known of her fairly public breakup with Finn at the beginning of senior year.
Quinn had picked a fight and dumped him…appearances and all that.
“No, it’s not Puck,” Rachel looked relieved, and Quinn decided to go for it.
Rachel was clearly going to be around if she already ran into her so quickly after coming to the city.
So, she was going to tell her everything, rip the band-aid. But, first she was going to gauge Rachel a little more.
“I’ll tell you who it is in a minute, but first, tell me. What’s happening with you? Where are you living, a dorm?” she asked.
“No…” Rachel’s face lit up suddenly, “Oh, Quinn, I’ve had such a whirlwind time already. Well…you knew I started at NYADA. Well, after just a couple months, I took a chance and auditioned for the latest revival of Funny Girl, and, Quinn, I got Fanny!”
“Oh my god, really?” Quinn asked. She forgot her own news for a second as she realized how proud she was that Rachel had achieved her dream so quickly.
She really wasn’t all that surprised.
“Yes! And…it’s going so well, Quinn. And…that’s why I’m in this neighborhood. I actually just moved into a big apartment across the street from here. It’s not the penthouse, but it’s very nice,” she said, still beaming.
“I’m so happy for you, Rachel,” Quinn smiled back.
But, Rachel’s news of where she lived also brought her back to reality. She had to tell Rachel since they obviously lived too close to avoid each other forever.
And, she knew she didn’t want to anyway.
Her facial expression gave her away, and Rachel gave her the opening that she needed.
“What’s wrong, Quinn?” Rachel asked.
“Oh…nothing’s wrong, I promise. It’s just, well, I need to tell you who I married,” she took a deep breath. “Rachel, it’s my father. I married my father. He gave me the ring.”
Quinn’s serious tone made it clear that it wasn’t a joke. Who’d joke about that, anyway?
Quinn had never really seen anyone so stunned in her life.
Rachel’s facial expressions were always so complex, and Quinn really had no idea what the expression her news had triggered meant.
“What?” Rachel finally said.
She wasn’t looking disgusted, really, so Quinn decided to plunge ahead.
“For all intents and purposes, in every way but legally, I am my father’s wife. And…before you freak out, it’s completely, 110% consensual. And, also, please before you freak out, can you hear me out?” Quinn pleaded.
Rachel still looked uncertain, but not really uncomfortable, when she finally spoke coherently again.
“Tell me about it, Quinn. I'm going to keep an open mind. You should know that, but I also am understandably concerned. This is crazy news. I hope you understand,” Rachel said.
“I understand…thank you. And, please, ask any questions you have as I go. I want you to understand, and I want you to be happy for me. Should I start at the beginning?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” Rachel answered.
“Okay…well, it started the summer before senior year. That 40-year-old I told you all I was dating? That was my dad, and he was a little older than 40. Anyway, and of course, we weren’t exactly dating,” Quinn said.
“What were you doing?” Rachel asked.
Quinn stared at Rachel…waiting.
“Oh,” Rachel said.
“Yeah, oh,” Quinn replied.
“And…how did that start?” Rachel asked.
“I pursued him relentlessly during the summer. I was with Finn, and I was just feeling very unsatisfied. As awkward and messy as my night with Puck had turned out, it, to put it bluntly, awakened my sexual side. And, Finn just wasn’t doing it for me. I thought my father could…he was handsome, mature, a real man,” Quinn said with a growing smile.
“And…so, you had sex with your father,” Rachel said.
“Yes. Well, he didn’t give in right away. I did everything I could to invite him with my body…touching, revealing clothes, barely any clothes…I did everything but say, ‘Daddy, I want you to fuck me', although I did say almost those exact words when he finally asked me what I wanted—‘“
Rachel’s eyes grew wide.
“Sorry…I’ve gotten a little less repressed since high school,” Quinn said.
“I see that. It’s okay…go on,” Rachel schooled her features.
“Right. Well, anyway, he finally did give in one day, and then we couldn’t resist each other from then on. And, just to put your mind completely at ease, he’s never given me any reason to be afraid he might try to intimidate or pressure me. But, really he’s never anything but satisfied anyway because I’m always horny and very vocal,” Quinn said.
“Oh,” Rachel actually blushed at that, “And you’ve been together ever since that summer?” Rachel asked.
“Well…no. Did you know I took a year off after graduation?” she asked.
“Oh…yeah, I did hear a little about that, but I thought you were traveling or something,” Rachel said.
“No…I was having an affair with my father,” she said trying to be as open as possible because now she had nothing to lose. “Anyway, I finally went to Yale, and we hadn’t really made any kind of commitment to each other by then. We were still I guess pretending it was just sex.”
“But, it wasn’t?” Rachel asked.
“No. We didn’t say it, and it sort of led to confusion, but we both fell in love with each other the moment we…shall we say, touched each other inappropriately,” she smirked.
Rachel chuckled.
“Sounds…kind of nice, actually. So, you said there was confusion?” she asked.
“Yeah. It turns out my father just really wanted me to experience college, and I was too scared to put my heart on the line. So, I went off to Yale, and, well, I missed him and filled the void in some…interesting ways,” Quinn said.
“Do I want to know?” Rachel asked.
“Probably not…let’s just say it was probably a little unsafe, but I came out of it okay. And…also realized in the process that I’m bisexual,” she pointedly looked at Rachel then to read her expression.
“Really?” Rachel asked.
“Really,” and Rachel’s expression at that seemed somehow even more interested and…excited?
And, somehow, just like that, Rachel was back to being Quinn’s friend and encouraging confidant.
They always did seem to slip into those roles with each other. It was kind of a preternatural connection that they had.
“I’m really proud of you, Quinn, for finally finding yourself and accepting it,” Rachel said.
“And…you aren’t disgusted by my relationship with my father?” Quinn asked.
“No… I’m nothing but open-minded, and I believe you’re safe, Quinn. Aside from the whole thing with Puck, I’ve always known you to be completely in control of yourself and even honest, with me at least. I believe you. But…how are you able to pull this off?” Rachel asked.
“Well, it’s surprisingly easy most of the time. Even my father’s clients had never met me, so it’s easy to fool them. And the general public just seems to assume that Russell Fabray is a typical dirty old man who married his secretary or something,” Quinn said.
“And, wait, what about your mother?” Rachel asked.
“Well, that’s another story. Let’s just say, it could have gotten really ugly because she knows about us. She caught us, but she’s so lazy that she let us go. All she asked for was the house in Lima,” Quinn put the last piece of the puzzle together for Rachel.
It was, at least, the last major piece besides the possibility of a baby in the picture. That would have to come later since it would probably take some convincing since Rachel was always a stickler for safety and health.
Her high school crush on Rachel was also still a secret.
She’d definitely had a crush then. Rachel’s energy and beauty were making her tingle.
And, having her in her arms again had been something else, too.
But, that was for another time.
“Oh…well, I am glad you’re happy, Quinn…really. And, I guess it’s going to be a little weird when I see you two together, acting un-father-and-daughter like, but if you’re happy, I’m happy for you,” Rachel said, laying a hand on Quinn’s arm.
“I’m beyond happy, Rachel. And, he’s still my Daddy, my father. But, he’s my husband, too. It’s just that the discipline and guidance he used to give me has been replaced by…other things. He still takes good care of me,” Quinn smiled.
“Oh. Well, good,” Rachel smiled warmly in return.
“We should keep in touch, on purpose, not just running into each other occasionally. It’ll be nice to have someone around who knows about us. And, I really did miss you and am so happy for you. I absolutely have to see your show,” Quinn said.
She was ecstatic at how this encounter had gone.
“I’d really like that, Quinn,” Rachel smiled.

“Hi, Daddy,” Quinn said as she pushed his chair back from his desk and straddled him.
She’d been out all morning by this time.
“Hi, Princess, where’d you go” he grabbed her ass and immediately probed her mouth with his tongue as he guided her to grind into him.
She was just so sexy.
“Mmmm…down to the coffee shop. Guess who I ran into?” she asked, keeping a subtle grind going but concentrating on the conversation.
“Lauren?” he said, distracted by her tits in her tight sweater.
She wore a bra, but they were still enticing.
He lifted the sweater to take it off of her.
She raised her arms easily to assist him, but she did stop him from going for her bra.
He settled for scattering licks and kisses over her full cleavage and running his fingers over her abs and smooth back.
Her breasts were another place that didn’t get as much attention as other parts of her, and she almost got distracted.
“It was Rachel Berry,” she gasped, trying valiantly to focus as her stomach muscles twitched under her Daddy’s touch.
Thankfully, that got his attention.
“Really?” he asked.
“Yeah. She lives down the street. She got a big part on Broadway and can afford it now,” she said.
“I see. That could affect us, huh?” he said.
“Yes, which is why, after she saw my ring, I told her everything,” Quinn said.
“Oh…” he deflated.
“Don’t worry, Daddy. Do you think if it had gone badly that I would be sitting here on your lap in my bra?” she raised her sexy eyebrow.
He laughed at the humor and in relief.
“No, I guess not,” he said.
“Yeah…so, yeah. I told her everything, of course leaving out some of the more explicit details and that I want you to knock me up…” she smirked and cupped his crotch quickly, then moved away again.
He again almost lost his focus.
“And, how did she really take it, besides not running to the police immediately?” he asked.
“Really well, actually. She asked some questions, to make sure I was okay, but I assured her that you aren’t taking any sort of advantage of me, and that we’re both happy,” she said.
“Good,” he sighed again, this time in relief.
“Yeah…and, I told her I want to hang out. I think she’ll be completely okay once she sees how we are together…and, of course, now I think the hard part’s out of the way, I’m way more open to looking for a chance to…you know, have some fun with her,” she ground harder into her father’s dick, which was still in his pants. “Which reminds me…”
The discussion was over.
She climbed off his lap and, quickly had his pants and boxers thrown to the side.
While she was doing that, he pulled off his shirt, and he was naked in his chair with Quinn on her knees in front of him.
Quinn gushed at the sight.
Her father was, to her, the ideal of a man.
He had strong arms and legs, a big chest, piercing eyes that she partly inherited, and a beautiful dick that was by this point almost at its longest and hardest.
It curled up, which gave her a nice view of the underside of it from where she knelt. The vein she liked ran along the side.
She took his penis in her hand at the base, and dived into his balls.
His balls were secretly but shamelessly her favorite part of his naked body.
They were large and tight and smooth. There weren’t any of those unattractive wrinkles in them that even Finn had.
No, she might’ve even called her father’s scrotum gorgeous, if she had to give it a one-word description.
Or…tasty, which is why she always loved taking his balls into her mouth, and giving him a tongue bath.
She loved the musk, and semi-salty taste.
It turned her on all by itself, and right then, seeing him sitting, like her idea of a Greek god, naked, with his balls in her mouth, she was about to orgasm without even being touched.
She applied suction between his balls just below the base of his cock and stretched his skin a little.
“Mmmmmmm,” the sight made her moan deeply.
It was like a favorite meal that surprises you every time by how delectable it is.
She needed that long dick inside her immediately if not sooner.
So, she stood and removed her bra, throwing it at him.
He chuckled and waited.
Next, she removed her jeans and, then, her silk panties.
His mouth watered, and he swallowed hard as her creamy thighs and cunt, all pretty pink and swollen, came into view.
And, as always, those luscious, luscious hips made his dick jump.
She licked her lips when she saw that and flung her panties at him, too.
That was what he’d been waiting for.
He always loved when he could take the time for a whiff of his daughter’s scent from her damp panties, the most erotic evidence of her desire for him.
It made the experience of sliding into her pussy all the more intoxicating.
While he was still luxuriating in her natural aroma, she climbed back onto his lap.
She leaned down and took her own small sniff of herself, then took the panties from his hands and threw them behind her on the desk.
“You’ve got the real thing right here,” she smirked. “Ready?”
She was rocking her spread pussy lips along the underside of his dick.
He placed his hands at the small of her back and down to her ass again.
“Very ready,” he answered.
She kept her smoldering gaze on him as she lined his cock up with her hole and sank down onto it.
“Fuck!!!!” she drew out the word as she felt every ridge and vein hit every inch of her insides as it glided along her pussy walls.
When she finally bottomed out, her father buried his face between her tits and bucked up and into her.
Then, something happened between them, and their passion went out of control in the best way possible.
He hooked his arms around her back and grabbed her shoulders to help her set a brutal rhythm.
Her arms were tight around his neck.
They had started out slow and teasing for them, but it turned completely primal and, the force of their coupling could have been mistaken for vicious.
They were both giving it as good as they got.
They were meeting halfway. He was thrusting up. She was driving down.
They met in the middle, their pelvises crashing together, and the sounds they were making were filthy.
Skin, quickly slick with sweat, collided with skin.
His balls slapped her ass.
Her clit came down hard on the base of his dick.
They were father and daughter in a sexual frenzy, his long dick setting her wet pussy on fire with almost electric friction.
Finally, it was too much for both of them.
They simultaneously orgasmed
She squirted all over his pelvis, and he unleashed what felt like an ocean inside her, hot and sticky.
Of course, their orgasms, the squeeze of her pussy and the warm flow of his semen, set off more twitches and aftershocks in each other.
Finally, Quinn collapsed in her Daddy’s arms sated and exhausted.
Russell certainly was sated, but he found the strength to stand up and carry her to their bedroom as she clung to him fiercely.
His dick slipped out of her part of the way there, causing her to whimper at the feeling.
When he dropped her onto the bed, she laughed and laughed, almost drunk on what they’d just done.
It was like something had tripped inside of them and they’d turned into pure animals.
The relief and potential of Rachel being around, the near constant adrenaline of the forbidden nature of their relationship and Quinn’s hopefully imminent pregnancy was clearly a combustible mixture.
He climbed on top of her, slipped his wet dick inside of her even wetter pussy, and they both fell asleep.

They slept for a good three hours, and in that time, they had found an arguably more comfortable position to sleep in.
When Quinn woke up, she was draped over Russell’s body, her head on his broad chest.
She looked down when she felt something poke her hip…she knew exactly what she’d find when she looked to see what it was.
Sure enough, the tip of his long dick, like a magnet, was poking her hip in his sleep.
She immediately ached to ride it again, but she didn’t want to do it while he slept.
She had no problem, however, reaching down to begin stroking him.
He was still slick from their earlier epic fucking, and her pussy twitched at the memory.
It twitched again when his dick jerked in her hand.
“Oh!” she gasped.
It always surprised her how much simply feeling his cock and balls in her hand, a combination of sturdy and soft, turned her on so much.
And, when it moved involuntarily by her hand, it drove her positively crazy.
She moved her hand down to those balls she loved so much and then scooted down because she couldn’t wait to have them in her mouth again.
She licked a broad stripe from one side of his scrotum to the other, this time the taste of sweat and their juices more prominent.
Then, she repositioned herself to lick a long stripe from the base of her husband’s penis to the tip.
When she began sucking on the tip, he woke with a start.
“Wow, what a way to wake up,” he breathed and fell back on his pillow.
Quinn chuckled at his unconscious poetics and, because he was sufficiently hard, she quickly straddled him and sank once more down his cock.
Their animalistic fucking earlier had taken a lot out of them both, and so this was most likely going to be quick.
But, Quinn didn’t care. Every time with her daddy was always surprising and ecstasy-inducing.
Besides, she really just wanted another load and maybe a small orgasm.
She rocked back and forth, brushing her ass on his balls.
She was barely moving up and down on his cock, but inside her pussy, his cock was brushing parts of her that were so sensitive.
Every time she changed angles, it sent a shock to where his cock touched her pussy.
And, even though she was moving fairly quickly, she felt him swelling and knew he was going to cum quickly.
“Kiss me, Quinn,” he requested.
She did and the sensation of their over-sensitized, still wet genitals, rubbing each other inside and out, with her tongue wrapped around his, set him off.
He shot several unexpectedly long ropes of cum up and into his wife’s sweet cunt.
It felt like several small bursts, like firecrackers, inside her.
And, when he was done, she collapsed back onto his chest.
It was impossible, by that time, to keep his dick inside her because of how wet everything was, so it slipped out of her again.
When she found her voice, she had one thing to say.
“I need to take a pregnancy test.”
So, after they took a shower, during which they, shockingly, didn’t have sex but touched each other absolutely everywhere, Quinn peed on the stick.
They waited with Russell settled between Quinn’s legs as she sat on the counter.
They were still naked.
At this point, they weren’t sure when they’d put clothes on.
Quinn suddenly had the ridiculous idea they might institute a clothing ban when they were alone in their home.
Then, she had the even more ridiculous thought that it wasn’t so ridiculous after all.
“What are you chuckling at,” Russell asked as he skimmed his fingers down Quinn’s stomach.
“I just had this silly thought we might make it a rule that we’re always naked when we’re alone in the apartment,” she shook her head.
Because, seriously, it was becoming more and more appealing by the second.
“Watching you walk around naked, all long legs and big round belly? Yes, please,” Russell said before they felt his dick twitch between them at the thought.
“And, seeing you walking down the hall like an Adonis, long dick on display…mmmm, let’s see what the test says. I need to have either celebration or ‘let’s try again’ sex,” Quinn said.
Russell picked up the test and showed Quinn the plus sign indicating a pregnancy.
“Finally,” Quinn breathed even though in truth it had been only a few short weeks since she’d gone off the pill.
They’d had lots of sex since then.
Quinn took her husband’s penis in her hand and began tracing the tip over her abs.
Precum trailed everywhere his slit touched.
“You put a baby in me,” she said reverently, tracing around her bellybutton and down to brush her clit. “This virile dick put a life inside me, and I’m carrying your child right now.”
“You’re so sexy,” Russell answered and kissed her hard.
When they broke the kiss, Quinn took his hand and placed them on her hips.
“I know you love my hips. They’re going to be rounding out and my ass is gonna be even bigger. Are you ready for that?” she breathed.
It was a little like fishing for a compliment and reassurance, but deep down, Quinn knew her body changes were only going to make Russell insatiable.
“My god, yes, seeing your hips widen and your round ass accommodate our child growing inside you is going to be so, so hot,” he started breathing heavily at the arousal that was coursing through him at these mental images.
“Get inside me, now,” she begged.
He lined himself quickly and thrust in.
He tightened his arms around her waist and leaned her back against the mirror so he could pound into her.
He leaned over her and placed his hands on those lovely hips and gave it to her as hard as he could.
Thrust…thrust…thrust.
Most couples, when they find out they have a baby on the way would probably celebrate with romance, candles and slow lovemaking.
Not Mr. and Mrs. Russell and Quinn Fabray.
Father and daughter went at it like they were trying to make another baby.
He turned into a caveman claiming his mate, and Quinn had no problem with that.
Thrust…thrust…thrust.
If she wasn’t already going to be bruised by their earlier wild fucking, she’d certainly be now.
Suddenly, and with the force of a freight train, he thrust in and released possibly the largest load she’d felt that day.
It was certainly the hardest, like a machine gun against her cervix.
And, even though she was letting him take her, she couldn’t help having her own violent orgasm, squeezing his cock hard and long, gushing her juices over it.
When, she finally released him and his balls were empty, she relaxed against the mirror.
“I like your inner caveman. That clothing ban starts now.”
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