Who’s Your Daddy? by BangBear “Alright, so...” Alissa started nervously. She tapped an envelope on her hand nervously. It was from the fertility clinic she had sent the paternity test to. “Take your time,” Joanna said. “We're here for you no matter what it says.” Sitting on the couch with them were two of the potential fathers, both of them just as likely as the third. It was an embarrassing secret, so Alissa was promised that the information regarding the possible fathers would be completely anonymous. Hopefully they wouldn’t be able to tell that two of the three were her father and brother. She took a breath, then slid the letter opener across the envelope and unfolded the papers inside. “Okay, the moment of truth...” Her eyes scanned over the paper, occasionally speaking up important tidbits for the family to hear. “Congratulations on your pregnancy… Thorough testing... 99.9% accuracy… filtered for contaminants... okay, results on next pages.” Alissa flipped the paper out of the way. “Paternal Subject A. This is Trevor.” She looked over to her brother, the dog rubbing his hands together nervously. She looked back down at the test, the page displaying a complex diagram with a summary at the bottom “Test result for Subject A: Negative.” Trevor sighed in relief, sinking into the couch and wiping his forehead. He was cleared of the possibility that he’d knocked up his own sister. “Oh, shit, phew. That’s good.” His father sat quietly next to him, still up on the chopping block. “The next one is… not you, Dad.” “Alright,” he said. There was no judgment in her voice, something she was happy to not hear. Alissa took another breath, tapping the papers again. Her mother placed a hand on her leg and gave her a reassuring smile. She returned the grin back, then looked at her father. If this test was negative, then… Alissa flipped to the next page with her eyes closed, taking a moment longer before gaining the knowledge of who the father was. She opened her eyes slowly, looked down at the page, and read. “Test result for Subject B: Negative.” Trevor leapt from his seat and cheered. “OOOOH, SHIT, DAD!” His parents looked at each other happily, then Harrison down to his daughter, still looking at the page. He kissed her on her head and snapped her out of her daze, Alissa looking up at him happily. “Looks like I’m a daddy again. And a granddad,” he laughed, thinking of the fresh titles the incestuous mix brought them. “I’m a mother-sister…” Alissa said, rubbing her stomach gently. “Uncle-brother! That’s so fucked!” Trevor shouted with his arms up. Joanna crossed her arms. “I’m just a plain old grandmother. Hmph,” she joked. Harrison stood up, taking his daughter’s hand in his. “Jo-Bo?” His wife looked to him. “Alissa and I are gonna go celebrate.” Harrison helped his daughter up, then reached down to bring her up into her arms and carry her off. “Trevor, you can sleep in our bed tonight. Keep mom company for me.” He walked up the steps and made his way to Alissa’s room. She tossed the papers on her desk before set his daughter on her bed, then walked to lock her door. Her face flushed as he looked over to her from there, smiling at her. “My baby girl,” he said, approaching her. Harrison crawled into her bed with her, supporting himself on his hands and knees atop her, interlocking his fingers with her and kissing her deeply. “Carrying my baby,” he said between kisses, Alissa pulling her hands away from his and wrapping them around his shoulders. Their lips pressed to each other again and again. “You’re not mad?” she asked him. He shook his head. “I can’t be mad at you, sweetheart,” he answered, kissing her again. Her tongue wormed into his mouth, their tongues dancing together. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands feeling down the muscles on his back and down his sides. They found themselves at his crotch, but he shook his head again and reached down to move her away. “Not yet, baby,” he said in a low tone, kissing her neck. “I’m here for you.” He peppered her neck with kisses, Alissa turning her head to the side to give him room. She sighed and gasped softly, feeling his lips trail down her neck to her shoulder, then down along her chest and in between her breasts. He paused there, gently inhaling her scent. His hands moved down to take hold of her shirt and slowly draw it up. As her fur was exposed, he followed the shirt with his tongue, all the way up to her bra. He reached a hand underneath her and undid her bra with one hand. Harrison looked up at his daughter, his muzzle still planted against her chest as he pulled her bra out of the way. She was flushed, her lips parted just so. She inhaled sharply when he brought his lips around her nipple. “Ahh, Dad…” Her hand rubbed up his arm, then around to the back of her head as he sucked against her gently, teasing her hard nipple with his teeth. His hand came up to the nipple on her other breast and toyed with it slowly, rolling it around in small circles with his thumb and feeling her chest heaving under his manipulations. His journey continued shortly, leaving the nipples behind to trail further down her abdomen. His lips pecked away at her, down between the extra rows of nipples and against her newest piercing, then down further below that. She huffed as he got closer to the waist of her jeans, his hands undoing them to prepare for the arrival of his lips. He paused just above her pubis, smiling and kissing her tenderly. “My little girl…” he cooed. Alissa huffed and smiled down at her father and the father of her first child, now seeing a side of him she’d only seen come out around her mother. A new kind of love she never expected to receive as his daughter. He looked up at her with a warm smile, then gave her one more kiss before he began pulling her jeans and underwear off. She lifted her butt up off the bed to let the denim slide easier. Soon her legs were bare as the jeans flopped into a pile on the floor. Coming back down, Harrison brought his head between his daughter’s legs, his lips against hers. She inhaled sharply, a knuckle set between her front teeth as her other hand came down to her father’s head. Then she felt his tongue, a deep sigh leaving her. “Fuck…” she swore softly as he ate her out. Harrison kissed his daughter’s lower lips, his tongue slowly slithering in and tasting her deeply. “Ngh… yeah… like that,” she encouraged, her father obliging. Her hands came to his head, holding him in place as she ground against his muzzle with little moans. His own hands held onto her thighs, rubbing them gently with his rough hands. He continued on, looking up at her occasionally to see how well she was enjoying his work. Eventually, Harrison eased his tongue out of his daughter’s cunt and licked his lips as he stood back up to begin undressing. He started with his watch, setting it on her desk before unbuttoning his shirt and pants. He hung them on the back of her desk chair, and when he turned to return to the bed with her she had removed her last articles of clothing as well. Alissa’s father reached a hand forward towards her to help her out of bed. She took it, and he pulled her up into an embrace. He kissed her again, this time Alissa feeling his shaft against her belly and staining it with his pre. Carefully, he walked her back to the wall, still kissing her on the way. Soon, she was pinned between it and him, her father pressing snug against her. Harrison reached down after a moment, his hands grabbing her firmly and lifting her up. A surprised gasp came from her, no longer feeling the floor beneath her feet. Carefully, he lifted her legs up and set them on his shoulders, keeping her in place by propping her back up against the wall. She didn’t realize it yet, but she was now in the perfect position for him to simply thrust forward and enter her. He let her learn that soon after. “Aaah-ahng, Dad!” “Shhhhh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll go slow. I’m gonna pamper you.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let him work, feeling him slowly slip in and out of her. Each thrust forward took several seconds for him to cap out, and another several seconds more for him to retreat. She felt every inch of him working through her, savoring every variation in thickness. “I love you, Dad.” “I love you too, Princess.” “Hah, go a little faster.” “Of course.” He obliged, picking up his pace and being rewarded by the sound of his pregnant daughter’s blissful moans. She panted heavily as he continually plunged inside her, speeding up each time she instructed him to. His grunts soon joined in with her moans in a debased duet. “Princess?” he huffed. “Hah, yeah?” “Daddy’s getting close,” he said, kissing her neck. “Me too, hah... hah… Knot me, put a twin in me, Daddy.” “You’ll be such a beautiful mother,” he said before pressing his lips to hers again. He thrust hard into her, pushing his swollen knot in past her lips and locking himself inside his daughter for their orgasms. She moaned deep into his mouth, and he in hers as another batch of incestuous seed flooded her womb. She could feel herself going limp in his grasp, Alissa sinking a few inches lower. Harrison’s legs grew weak, but he held firm, supporting his daughter through their peaks of pleasure. The two shared the quiet moment against the wall as he recovered. He was snug inside her, and not exiting any time soon. He was strong, but even he had his limits, and he needed to rest. “Hold on,” he instructed and took a step back. Alissa wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he carefully stepped over to her bed. Slowly, he sat down on the edge and then lay back on it, letting her rest her weight on him. “Huff, I might be getting old.” “You’re already old, Dad.” He chuckled and rubbed his hand along her back. After a short silence, she asked him again. “Are you sure you’re not mad?” Her dad nodded. “I might have been if it was, how’d you say it?” “’Not you, Dad.’” “Yeah. Who is that?” “It’s someone you don’t know.” “That’s why I’m asking.” His tone was a little more stern now. He wasn’t letting her get away that easy. Alissa sighed and lifted herself up to look him face to face. “He’s owns some nightclub.” “How’d you meet someone like that?” “We snuck in… with fake IDs.” Harrison grumbled, a compromise between letting her off easy but still letting her know he disapproved. She knew the sound well. “I thought we were gonna get kicked out but he offered us jobs instead.” His head cocked to the side. “What kind of job?” “’Entertainment.’ After the interview process, he was on the list.” “I see. Well, did you get the job?” “Of course I did,” she giggled, her dad chuckling and pulling her down for a kiss. “Attagirl.” Alissa rose herself up to a kneeling position, his knot still inside her. She raised her arms up behind her head and rolled her hips side to side, stirring his shaft around. He groaned softly, placing his hands on her hips and guiding her movements to start their second round of many. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Quite some time passed. Harrison and his daughter rested in her bed together and fell into an easy sleep after their celebratory sex session. He lay behind her on his side, spooning her with his hand lovingly draped over her newly pregnant belly. The sheets would need a change for certain, but that could wait until after their shower. Despite being awake, they were both too tired for even words. Unfortunately, his stomach had other plans. “Mmnn, damn…” He opened his eyes and peered out the window, shocked to see it was already dark. “I need to go get some food, sweetheart. Want me to bring you something?” Alissa nodded her head at him, eyes still closed. He pulled away after giving her a kiss on the neck, then brought the blankets over her. She preferred his warmth, but she appreciated it nonetheless. As Harrison dressed himself, he looked over the paternity test results left on Alissa’s desk. Negative, negative, and… He looked closer, squinting to make sure he didn’t misread it. “Sweetheart?” he called to her. “Yeah?” “All of these tests are negative.”