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Note: Plot by mymyself19, smut by me.
Santana entered the Fabray house quietly just like Quinn had the day before… for a very different reason.
She covered her eyes before she was through the door.
“Y’all decent in here?”
She knew she could walk to the kitchen blind, so that’s where she headed.
Quinn was standing at the kitchen counter, unamused at her friend’s dramatics.
“You walked in on us one time, Santana. Grow up,” she scoffed.
“Yeah, well, that’s all it took to leave me scarred for life,” Santana replied, finally convinced her eyes were safe and uncovering them.
“Good morning Santana,” Russell said, making his presence known.
He was sitting at the table reading the newspaper, amused at the interaction.
“Oh, hey, boss.”
Santana always called him that.
“Please sit, S, and eat some breakfast. We need to talk,” Quinn said, the seriousness of the situation evident in her voice.
She put a plate of food for each of them on the table.
As Quinn pecked her father on the lips and murmured a tender greeting, Santana took a seat.
She reluctantly smiled at the tenderness between the two lovers.
“So, all this better be good ‘cause Britts is naked in my bed. And, why are you here already?” she asked Quinn.
Rolling her eyes at Santana’s overshare, Quinn was about to answer her but Russell beat her to it.
“Santana, we have news, and it means our long-term plans have become short-term plans.”
“Okay… so what is it?” Santana asked.
This didn’t exactly shock her. Anything was possible when you were with the Fabrays.
It was a bit of a wild ride.
“S, you’re going to be an aunt.”
Three things happened at once.
Quinn smirked, a little turned on.
Russell beamed at his lover, also a little turned on.
And Santana choked on her orange juice.
“What the hell?” she choked out between coughs.
Quinn laughed.
“Quinn’s pregnant. We’re going to have a baby,” Russell answered.
Russell looked as proud as any man ever in the history of the world.
Quinn was not surprised one bit at the sly grin that appeared on Santana’s face.
“You’re preggers… I’m gonna call you that from now until the baby comes, Preggers,” Santana sing-songed.
“Bitch,” Quinn spat.
But, before the two girls devolved into one of their sisterly spats, Russell intervened.
“Girls… we have more pressing matters to attend to right now,” he said.
Santana swallowed her retort because she knew he was right.
As wonderful as all this was, it was clearly going to be a very delicate situation.
Russell put a hand on his daughter’s thigh to draw her attention.
As always, it worked.
“Santana, we want to leave for Boston as soon as possible, but first of all, we need to take care of—”
“Puck,” Santana interrupted.
“Right,” Russell answered.
“Daddy had a great idea,” Quinn said. “Shockingly, he got it after talking to you.”
“Hells yeah, I’ve been dreaming of kicking that idiot in the nuts for so long,” Santana said with fire in her eyes.
Russell chuckled.
“While I appreciate your protectiveness, and Daddy’s, nobody is kicking anybody in the nuts,” Quinn declared.
Before Santana could protest, Quinn continued.
“We don’t need anybody going to jail, S. We need you in Boston with us,” Quinn continued.
The sentiment calmed Santana down.
“Anyway, as we were saying, we came up with a plan of action. Quinn is going to tell Puck she’s pregnant with his child and that I’m going to disown her if I find out. Everyone thinks I’m super strict with our religion, so he’ll believe it. Anyway, if he thinks he’ll be ‘stuck’ with taking care of Quinn alone, he’ll run away real quick,” Russell said.
Santana thought about what Russell had said.
“Well, Puck’s a jackass, obviously. But even so, he hates the idea of becoming his old man. Don’t you think he’ll want to prove he’ll stick around?”
“He’s gotten too used to his carefree life, though,” Quinn said. “I think if he believes he’s actually going to have to step up with more than a little money here and there from his pool cleaning, he’ll bail. He won’t want to give up those cougars either.”
Quinn was a little disgusted at the thought.
It still didn’t bother her. She just didn’t understand the appeal.
Santana did, though.
Santana and Puck were really two sides of the same coin, Santana being the good side.
“Mmmm… it is a sweet setup he’s got there,” she said with a wistful look.
“Do you want me to tell Brittany you’re fantasizing about other women?” Quinn warned.
Santana cleared her throat.
“No… anyway, you’re right. In theory, that sounds like it might work, but I have a nagging feeling he’s gonna put up a fight. He wants what Russell can offer, and he’ll probably look for a different solution. What if he tries to make you get rid of it?”
Russell’s face hardened at the mere thought of it.
“I’ll just make it absolutely clear that that’s out of the question. I’ll play the religion card again and just tell him I’ll do it on my own before I get an abortion,” Quinn said.
“And, what if he asks where you’ll live when Russell disowns you?” Santana asked.
“I’ll tell him I’ll stay in New Haven as long as possible then go to Uncle Will’s,” Quinn answered. “Uncle Will is supposedly not as strict, and Puck’s even more afraid of Uncle Will than he is Daddy.”
“Yeah… it might work,” Santana agreed. “It sounds like you’ve thought of everything. I’m still a little skeptical, though.”
“S, you underestimate my own power to scare him into leaving. If all else fails, HBIC Quinn will come out to play,” Quinn said with the eyebrow.
Santana grinned.
“You have no idea how much money I’d be willing to pay to watch all that,” Santana said finally.
“And you have no idea how hot that eyebrow makes me,” Russell breathed with his pupils dilated.
At that, Quinn beamed and focused her attention on her father.
Through their intense gazes, they seemed to be communicating all the sinful things they were planning on doing as soon as the opportunity arose.
“Ugh, that’s disgusting. I’m eating, for god’s sake!” Santana huffed.
However, the couple was too lost in their eye-fucking to pay any attention to Santana anymore.
The conversation was over.
“Whatever, I’m out. See you, boss. Later, Preggers,” Santana shouted as she made her quick exit.
“Don’t call me that!” Quinn shouted.
The door slammed, and Quinn returned her attention to her father.
“She’s gone,” Quinn said quietly and smirked.
She stood and slowly stripped, and Russell ravished her on the kitchen table.
***
That afternoon, Puck drove to pick up Quinn.
He couldn’t wait for that pussy. Life was great.
How wrong he was.
Quinn was waiting for him in the driveway.
After getting out of the car, Puck approached her like a predator stalking prey.
She stifled his mood immediately with her hand on his chest holding him back from kissing her.
“The hell? We haven’t seen each other in forever and I’m hard as fuck!” Puck whined.
Disgusted, she hurried to put everything to rest.
“We need to talk. Let’s go to the park,” she said almost sweetly.
She was a pretty good actor.
She looked over at the window where her father stood watching.
Puck panicked.
What did he do? Did he piss her off somehow?
No, he didn’t. He knew he hadn’t done anything.
Maybe she just wanted to get him to commit to her more.
He could easily talk his way out of that.
With his nerves calmed, Puck helped Quinn into his truck.
When they arrived at the park and sat at a table, Quinn decided to rip off the band-aid.
“Puck, I’m pregnant.”
Silence fell…
It lasted so long, Quinn was beginning to be afraid Puck was going to get violent or collapse.
“Puck?”
“The fuck? How did this even happen? You use a diaphragm and even a condom sometimes. What the fuck?” he almost yelled.
“Puck, contraception isn’t 100% effective, and last time we were together, we didn’t use a condom. That must have been it,” she said.
Quinn knew that it was still highly unlikely, but Puck wasn’t very bright.
“A baby? Man, I can’t be a father yet. I’m still hot,” Puck said.
Puck went on and on about how the Puckster couldn’t be tamed right now, the cougars, blah blah blah.
It was as if his girlfriend wasn’t right there.
Such a pig.
“Can’t you get rid of it?”
Quinn suppressed a smile.
Santana was scarily accurate in her prediction.
She didn’t care one bit that he jumped to that option.
She played along because he hadn’t left her just yet.
“What did you just say?” Quinn glared.
“I mean. Damn it, Quinn. I don’t know, okay? You’re in college and shit and I thought—”
“Stop right there. Thinking was your first mistake. Abortion is out of the question, so don’t ever bring it up again. Understood?” Puck simply nodded.
Her anger seemed to bring him back to reality.
The anger wasn’t fake… it really did make her angry to think about terminating her pregnancy on purpose.
The initial shock wore off, and he realized something.
This was his chance to become a true part of the Fabray Empire.
Puck’s slow smile made Quinn shudder with dread.
“You’re right, babe. We’re gonna have that baby. We’re gonna get married and I’ll work with your dad, and everything will be okay. Don’t you worry about a thing,” he said.
She saw her opportunity and suppressed a squeal of glee.
Quinn forced a desolated expression and dropped the bomb.
“Puck, my dad will disown me and kill you if he finds out,” Quinn ended her stellar performance with a tear rolling down her cheek.
She could always cry on cue.
“I’m gonna go back to school and then make excuses not to come home until the baby’s born. I’ll go to Uncle Will’s on my breaks. He’ll take care of me because he’s not quite as religiously strict as Daddy. Then, I’ll smooth everything over with Daddy after the baby’s born. If you want to come man up, then please do. But, Daddy will not be paying the huge doctor bills,” Quinn finished her speech.
Seriously, she should have been an actress.
Puck surprised her, though.
“Babe, we’ll get through this together. We won’t tell your dad for now. I’ll clean more pools, and I’ll support you with everything. I’ll go to New Haven with you. Don’t worry, the Puckerone is with you.”
He hugged Quinn, and she was stunned.
Damn it! Santana was right.
Well, if he wasn’t gonna leave willingly, she would make sure he regretted his decision every damn day until he broke down. The HBIC was here to stay.
***
Quinn and Russell’s emotions swirled as spring rolled on.
On one hand, they were elated that the baby was okay, and Quinn’s belly was growing seemingly by the day.
Russell was ecstatic.
They did all the available tests to ensure the baby’s health.
Their move to Boston was almost completely arranged.
Santana and Quinn had enrolled at Boston University and were now looking for living arrangements.
Brittany was all set to leave.
And, the sex… was amazing.
If their sex life was good before, with the baby on the way and the increasing hormones, their escapades reached a fever pitch.
Nothing and nowhere were off-limits.
Any inhibitions and insecurities about being father and daughter in a sexual relationship vanished.
They did it anywhere and everywhere, sometimes risking getting caught.
That made it even hotter.
Their sex became dirtier, rougher, nastier… Awesome didn’t begin to describe it.
Puck was the only snag in the proceedings.
He wouldn’t go away.
Even when Quinn made him go to McDonald’s at 2 in the morning for a cheeseburger or the grocery store for pickles and strawberry ice cream, he complied like a persistent gnat.
The worse she treated him, the more stubbornly helpful he was.
It was maddening.
He was woefully under the false impression that he was making any progress toward grabbing the Fabray fortune.
Quinn broke one sunny morning in March.
Quinn was four months pregnant and was beginning to show… a sight that made Russell’s mouth water.
Puck needed to go away before she had to explain why Russell hadn’t disowned her when he figured out she was pregnant.
But right now, Quinn needed Russell to fuck her frustrations out, so she went out to the pool to sunbathe… naked.
In plain sight of the big glass door, she dropped her robe and stood in all her glory.
All beautifully flowing long hair…
Perfect tits…
Gorgeous, creamy thighs…
Russell, predictably, appeared by the time she was settled on the lawn chair.
Quinn bit her bottom lip and smiled up at him, sultry seduction in her eyes.
She watched him drop his boxers without a word passing between them.
She sat up and took his dick into her mouth.
They didn’t even kiss.
This was simply two people who needed to fuck.
Quinn licked and sucked on her father’s cock as she massaged his balls.
She needed him hard right now, and it didn’t take long.
She stood up.
Her rounding belly hadn’t slowed her down one bit.
She put her lips to his ear and husked the dirtiest words she could think of.
She wanted him to treat her pussy to the pounding of its life.
“Hi, Daddy… you’re about to fuck your pregnant daughter so hard.” She wrapped her fingers around his penis. “I want to get in that pool, and I want you to shove this cock so far inside my cunt and empty these balls, I might get pregnant again.”
“Fuck!” Russell gasped as Quinn moved to get into the pool.
He watched her amazing ass sway as she walked.
It was the slightest bit rounder, and her hips were just a shade wider as her body accommodated his child.
He almost ejaculated right there on the pool deck.
He followed her quickly because he didn’t want to waste a drop.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind where she stood in the water by the pool steps.
He sucked on her neck and moved one hand down to her pussy to stroke her cunt lips and squeezed one of her tits, which were beginning to change shape to make milk.
“I’m gonna give you what you want… I’ll fuck you so hard you ache for days,” he mumbled in her ear as he maneuvered them around toward the edge of the pool.
He pushed her front against the wall of the pool.
“Oomph!” Quinn puffed as she bumped into the pool and felt her father’s cock against her ass. “Shove it in me… please. I need it… now, and I need your hot load.”
Russell was in no mood even to play at denying her, so he pulled her butt back so he could get a good angle and stabbed his cock into her pussy with a roughness even he rarely displayed.
“Fuck!!!!” they both shouted.
They didn’t care right then if there were people who could hear from their yards.
They were so close to getting out of there, they didn’t bother caring.
They knew no one would really come investigating even if they suspected.
Gossip was all it would be, and they could handle that at this point.
They felt the ridges of Quinn’s pussy rubbing against the veins and ridges of Russell’s cock, and everything around them disappeared.
Russell put his hands just below Quinn’s bellybutton where her stomach was just a little more rounded and jackhammered into his daughter.
“You put that baby in there, with your big cock,” Quinn goaded.
She needed even more.
It was a little more difficult in the water, but he was in amazing shape.
It only added to the slickness and, thus, the pleasure of the experience, and Russell added even more force to his thrusts.
“Shit… shit… shit” Quinn chanted as her father pounded into her as hard as he could from behind.
He cock stabbed her cervix on every thrust, and it was finally driving her crazy.
Unfortunately, the added friction of the water, combined with Quinn already putting him near the edge with her body and her dirty, dirty words, meant Russell was quickly near his orgasm.
“Sorry, baby, but I’m gonna cum soon… are you close?” he asked between grunts.
“No… but your load will put me closer… and I’ll get you hard again… just fill me up. Let me feel your hot load… Please,” she begged.
Russell loved when Quinn got like this, when she cared less about her orgasm than feeling his cock plowing her and his cum inside her.
He knew it wasn’t just talk. With Quinn, it was never just talk.
Often, especially lately, Quinn got just as much pleasure from feeling his hard dick and his scalding cum as she did from having an orgasm herself.
It turned her on and usually meant hours of her pussy for him.
Win-win.
But, this was a whole new level of dirty even for Quinn.
He shoved inside of her, hard, one last time, and the feeling of her warm, wet pussy fluttering around his cock sent him over the edge.
He gave her what she wanted.
“Fuck!” Quinn screamed.
Feeling her father’s cum pouring inside her while she was in the water was a different experience.
They’d never actually done it in the pool, and the combination of white hot cum spreading inside her while the cooler water surrounded her made for a wonderful combination of sensations.
She actually did orgasm, squeezing his cock and gushing.
But, it wasn’t enough.
“Get out and I’ll suck you hard again,” she breathed while his cock still pulsed inside her with aftershocks.
They hurried back to the lawn chair and Quinn sat on the edge while Russell lay down.
She leaned over and took his balls in her mouth and sucked him like a vacuum.
She fluttered her tongue over his soft skin, and she was about to moan at the delicious taste when they were interrupted.
“Quinn?” Puck shouted from the other side of the tall wood fence at the side of the house. “I came to surprise you and take you for a night on the town.”
Idiot.
She knew he was trying to score points with Russell, but she also knew he intended to try to get her drunk so she’d let him fuck her.
He was so oblivious; he didn’t even realize she couldn’t drink.
Again… idiot.
But, right now something else was on Quinn’s mind.
She released Russell’s balls and started stroking him as she put her lips to his ear.
“I want you to cum while Puck is there just on the other side of the fence. All he’d have to do is climb over the fence, and he’d catch us” she husked into his ear. “And you better be quiet, or he’ll hear you.”
All the while, she alternated between stroking him and massaging his scrotum.
The idea of getting caught turned her on even more.
“Come on, Daddy. Cum for me. I want to swallow it all with Puck right there,” she husked and put his cock back into her mouth.
“Quinn, come on! Where are you?” Puck shouted.
“I can’t, Quinn… not while he’s there. I just hate him so much. It’s not turning me on… at all,” he panted.
Sure enough, for the first time Quinn could remember, her father’s dick was actually getting softer rather than harder in her mouth.
“Fuck! Okay… I’ll go take care of him,” she said.
She grabbed her robe and stalked off to give Puck a piece of her mind about wanting to get a pregnant girl drunk.
She was wet as fuck from having her father’s dick in her mouth, and she was not happy.
Something had to be done. And it had to be done soon. The time for fooling around was over.
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