*Oghma here! I'm glad you all enjoyed chapter one, so here's part 2 for your reading pleasure. There's still a lot more in store for Owen and Brigid Leigh, and I hope you all will tune in for the rest of it. Fair warning: Unrealistic sizes and excessive ejaculations ahead.*
***Disclaimer: All persons depicted within are 18 years or older***
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Owen felt the sun bearing down on him, an unbearable light shining onto his closed eyelids that awoke him from his slumber. At first, he let out a groan of annoyance, as he felt he had been awakened far too early. However, he soon felt a soft, wet sensation in his lower body, engulfing his manhood in a warm trap of sheer pleasure. His eyes slowly opened, peering down. In-between his legs was Brigid, lovingly sucking on his cock. "Good morning..." he said softly, snapping Brigid out of her trance. She pulled off his cock, a string of saliva still connecting the two of them together.
"Good morning Daddy!" she purred, placing a kiss on the large tip of his cock. "Did you sleep well?"
"You know I did." He chuckled, gesturing at Brigid to come closer to him. She eagerly obliged and crawled forward until their faces were inches apart. "Didn't you get enough last night?" he joked, before planting a kiss on her lips.
"Mmmph" Brigid mumbled through their joined lips, breaking off between kisses to answer him. "I couldn't-mmm-help it, your morning wood-mmm-looked so yummy-mmm-I just had to have a little taste." They kissed passionately for a few minutes, their tongues lovingly exploring each other's mouths. Finally, they parted, with Brigid planting one last tender peck on Owen's lips. "Besides..." she cooed teasingly. "Last night was the most incredible night of my life...I don't think I ever came so much before! I just couldn't wait to have you inside me again. "she looked longingly into Owen's eyes, pursing her lips in a pleading pout. "Didn't you like it too Daddy?"
"Oh sweetie!" he soothed, planting a kiss on her forehead and stroking her hair. "Of course I did! I'm just a little worried about you. We did it so many times, I was worried you might be too sore."
"Don't worry about me Daddy..." Brigid purred, sitting upright and moving her hips to rub her mound against his lap. "I'm totally-ow!" she winced as she felt a sudden twinge of pain in her pussy, quickly rolling over to take pressure off. Owen chuckled a little at the spectacle.
"Are you alright sweetie?" he asked soothingly, reaching over to stroke her hair.
"It's your fault you know." She said in a teasing whine, putting on another pout. "That big 'ole monster cock of yours ruined my tight little pussy."
"You didn't seem to think so last night." Owen laughed, helping her to her feet. "Don't worry blossom." He reassured her. "We have all week to enjoy ourselves. It's okay to pace yourself.
"Okay Daddy..." she sighed. Brigid knew he was right, but still...she couldn't help but feel at least a little defeated.
"Can you walk blossom?" he asked, again using that pet name.
"I think so." She replied, spreading her legs a little bit so her tender areas wouldn't rub against each other. She tried a few steps, managing to make it to the edge of the room with a somewhat bowlegged gait. Owen stifled a laugh, not wanting to make her feel self-conscious. Still, he walked over and draped his arm around her, out of both affection and the need to support her.
"How about I make us breakfast?" he offered as he helped her to her dresser.
"Sounds great Daddy." She replied with a smile. "Can you make- "
"Waffles?" he laughed knowing exactly what she would say. "Sure Brigid."
"You can go ahead of me." She said, propping herself up on the dresser. Owen had to admit, she looked enticing right now leaning forward with her legs spread open. He held himself back, he'd done enough damage. "I have a little outfit I want to show you..." she purred with a wink.
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Owen stirred rapidly, making the batter nice and consistent. As the last of the lumps disappeared, he reached into the nearby bag and pulled out a fistful of chocolate chips. Gently, he sprinkled them in and stirred until the chips were evenly distributed through the batter. When he was fully satisfied with his work, he carried the bowl over to the waffle iron. Already, the PAM had begun to sizzle and evaporate. He gently poured the batter into the iron until every nook and cranny of the grid had been filled and an even pool of batter bubbled on the top. He then closed the lid and let the concoction begin to cook. With a moment of free time, he turned his attention to the strawberries on the cutting board, he only had a few minutes to slice them up just the way she liked them, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
Brigid fumbled through the bra drawer, desperately searching for the perfect one. It was kind of funny, she was only going downstairs for breakfast with her dad, and yet here she was fretting about what to wear like a prom date. It didn't help that most of the ones she had were rather plain (It was hard to get anything in her size at all). Finally, she came across the one she was looking for: her red silk plunge push-up. She hadn't worn it in a while, she saved up for months to buy it and thus only dug it out for special occasions. This certainly qualified. Carefully helped herself into it. The bra clutched tightly, pushing her ample cleavage up even more than it would normally, yet still held strong when the clasps were fastened. She let out an exasperated sigh, it seemed that she had already outgrown a KK cup. At least it could still fit. Now she just needed to figure out what panties to wear...
Owen placed the last waffle on the plate, gave it a quick dusting of powdered sugar, then carefully stacked the strawberry slices on the center of it. He arranged the plates on the table in just the right way; close enough that they could enjoy each other's touch while still facing each other. Just as he finished, he heard a pair of footsteps entering the room. "Oh daddy~!" Brigid's voice rang out in a sing-song tone, beckoning him to look at her. Owen turned around, his eyes growing wide at what he saw.
Brigid was decked out in black sleeveless crop top, with a fine transparent mesh over the cleavage. A tight pair of white hot-pants adorned her waist, stretched tightly around her tremendously wide hips. Owen could see the straps to her panties clutching to her just above them (she probably did that on purpose). On her feet were a pair of sexy black platform shoes, at least a good 4 or 5 inches off the ground, highlighted by a pair of long black and white striped socks. She had taken the time to put on her makeup, dark eyeshadow and mascara highlighting her shimmering emerald green eyes, and a dark red lipstick accentuating her plump lips. "Do you like it daddy?" she purred. Owen needed a minute to process what he was seeing. It was the first time he'd ever seen her dressed like this, and now that they were intimate well... suffice to say it was a bit of a shock to his system. His bewilderment didn't last too long though, and his expression turned from one of shock to a very wide smile.
"I love it sweetie. You look incredibly sexy." He replied, strolling over to her. "Although..." he teased, wrapping his arms around her in a great big hug. "I don't remember buying you these clothes... do you want to explain where they came from?"
"Oh, you know..." Brigid giggled, "A little money from babysitting here, some from the deli there..." she ground her body against him slightly, mashing her enormous tits into his chest. "Can't a girl have a few secrets?"
"I can't argue with that." Owen chuckled, again planting a kiss on her forehead. "Now... I think it's breakfast time, better eat them before they get cold."
"You read my mind!" she giggled, breaking away and pulling out a chair to sit down. "I'm starving!" She then pulled the nearby chair out and sat down. Owen walked to the other side and took his own seat, taking a moment to have a long sip of coffee. The two of them ate their breakfast enthusiastically, almost as if nothing had happened between them. Every so often they'd break into a mundane conversation about this and that. Yet if someone were observing from the outside, they wouldn't be able to tell they were father and daughter. Rather, they were interacting almost like a married couple.
Eventually, they finished their meal. Owen gathered up the plates and cups and took them to the sink to rinse them off before placing them in the dishwasher. Once that was done, he turned back and walked to the table to face his little slut. "So Daddy..." Brigid chirped, leaning forward to show off her generous cleavage. "What did you have planned for today...? She asked with a sly grin.
"I think I know what you're thinking sweetie... Don't worry, I have a few surprises in store for you today." Owen smiled back. "But I need to make a quick call to the museum first. Let them know I've been called away for some sudden ah...'Family Business'. "
"Okay Daddy!" Brigid replied, getting up and twirling around to show herself off. "I'll be in the living room when you're done. Just don't keep me waiting too long! Or else I might just...start without you." She turned, giving him a quick wink and then walked off.
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Brigid fidgeted idly, while she still felt an ache between her legs it had receded from a sharp pain. It wouldn't be much longer before she'd be all ready to take her father inside her once again. She wondered if fast recovery was also a trait of breeders. It made sense, but she'd have to ask her father later. A breeder... though she'd had a while to process it, she still found it a little hard to believe. All of the sudden, a realization hit her; Pregnancy. Prior to last night, she'd always insisted on using condoms even though she was on the pill. If she was as fertile as Breeders were supposed to be, then she and Daddy would have to start using them. She had to admit though, it felt much better without one. The texture, the warmth, the feeling of closeness... Brigid let out a happy sigh in remembrance, wondering how good it would feel if he finally came inside her. What was she thinking? She shook her head rapidly, as if she were shaking the thoughts out of her mind. Sex was one thing, but she couldn't get pregnant from her own father! It seemed like the last line of restraint still left in her, that last line she just couldn't cross. "It'll be fine." She reassured herself. As long as she kept taking her birth control and having him pull out, there'd be no problem. After all, she didn't want to have Owen's baby... didn't she?
"Sorry about the wait!" Owen's voice jolted her back to attention. Brigid turned her head to face him, and noticed he was carrying quite a few things. In his left hand was a large paper bag, evidently stuffed to the brim with items. She noticed a light blue squeeze bottle filled with a clear liquid peeking out of the top, though she couldn't see the label from where she was. In his other hand however was a far more recognizable object, a fairly long glass vial that bulged out near the base, with a metal protrusion sticking out of the bulb section. Water sloshed around inside, and a familiar scent emanated far enough for her to notice.
