Like Father, Like Daughter Ch. 02

*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.

"I-Is that a-?" Brigid's eyes bulged open in surprise.

"Yes blossom, it's a bong." Owen laughed.

"I-I didn't know you-"Brigid stammered, bewildered again by the revelation.

"Well... can't a man have a few secrets?" He joked. "Besides, I didn't want you digging into my supply before you were grown up. I am still your father after all."

"I guess that makes sense." Brigid replied with a nervous giggle. "So... am I grown up now?" she queried.

"If you're old enough for voting and marathon sex, then a you're allowed a little weed." He laughed as he sat down next to her. "Besides... you didn't have any reservations yesterday."

"Oh, right!" Brigid giggled again. "I was kind of hoping you'd forgotten about that. "she admitted sheepishly. "But I guess I'm glad you didn't." she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I think you'll like this one." Owen said as he produced an engraved Zippo lighter. Brigid couldn't help but notice the markings; an elaborate Celtic knot pattern highlighting a set of initials. O.L. and C.G, Owen Leigh and Cathleen Graham. "It's called 'Maui Waui'." He continued, holding the bong over to Brigid. "Would you like to do the honors?"

"Thank you Daddy!" she replied, accepting the two items. Brigid placed the nozzle around her mouth while she flicked the lighter open, then brought the flame to the pipe and lit the bud. A simultaneous crackle and gargling sound emerged as Brigid slowly inhaled. The smoke was fairly light, burned much cleaner that what she was used to, but what Brigid noticed most was a distinct tangy taste to it. Like pineapple. She then removed her mouth from the bong and exhaled sharply, narrowly avoiding the burn. Right away she began to feel it, a warm tingling rush that just flowed through her body. Her muscles relaxed and she seemed to just melt into her father's side. "Oh wow..." she murmured as she passed the bong over to Owen.

"Yeah, you like it?" Owen grinned before taking a hit himself. "It's my favorite, I usually keep some in reserve for a special occasion. Well...I think this qualifies." He continued after slowly exhaling his.

"Definitely!" Brigid giggled, taking a second hit. The buzz was just hitting her everywhere, from the tips of her fingers down to her core. Especially "down there". All her worries (and soreness) just floated away in a haze. The two just passed the bong back and forth, until the pipe was completely cleared. Brigid snuggled closer to Owen, who wrapped his left arm around her. For a good moment not, a word was spoken between the two of them, as they just rode the high and relished each other's company. The silence was broken by a series of soft pecks as Brigid idly kissed along Owen's neck, occasionally muttering an "I love you." Owen turned his gaze to her, and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you too blossom." Brigid turned her head upward with that and shifted her kissing to his lips. It was a little clumsy at first due to their state, but before long they were attuned to each other, their kisses growing more passionate and sexual. Owen shifted around to face Brigid, and gently carried her onto his lap to hold her close. As he did, she coiled her legs around his waist and her arms around his back, gently raking along it as she sensually against him. They just made out like teenagers in heat for several minutes, before finally breaking off to catch their mutual breaths.

"What's in that stuff?" Brigid giggled, "It's gotten me all horny!"

"Don't you mean hornier?" teased Owen.

"Like you're one to talk Daddy!" she replied with an eye roll, before bursting into giggling again. "So..." she continued, turning her attention to the bag. "What else did you bring?"

"Just a few party favors." Owen retorted slyly, reaching into the bag with a free hand. The first thing he produced was the bottle Brigid had noticed earlier. Now that it was out in the open, she could see what it was; lube. "Since you were so sore this morning, I figured it wouldn't hurt to take a little extra 'help'." He explained as he placed it on the table before reaching back into the bag. One by one he produced a series of toys; a miniature vibrating wand, some leather cuffs, and a large realistically molded purple dildo.

"Oh wow Daddy!" Brigid giggled. "Where did you get all these?" she teased.

"Well..." Owen laughed. "When you date non-breeders, a man of my size needs to get them ah...ready." He admitted.

"Well good, we can have a little warm up before we get to the main event..." Brigid purred with a mischievous smile. Her hips swayed as she ground herself against his lap. She felt a familiar pulse between her legs as his cock twitched against her through their mutual clothing. "Oooohhh..." she cooed, feeling moisture begin to form within her. Clearly the grass was working. "I think I better get out of these wet clothes." Brigid said, gripping the sides of her shorts.

"Aww... you spent so much time picking out that outfit." Owen replied. "I was enjoying it."

"Oh really now?" Brigid teased as she began to wiggle out of them. "In that case..." she said, sliding them down only halfway, revealing her now very wet pussy. "Maybe I'll keep most of them on."

"You're such a good daughter." Owen teased her back, reaching out with his left hand to gently rub her pussy. "I think you deserve a little reward for your trouble." With his off hand, he reached over to the table and picked up the mini vibrating wand. Switching it on, he brought it up against her smooth cleft, removed his off hand, and pressed the wand gently into her. Owen moved the wand all around her labia and mound, eventually moving it to press up against her exposed clit. Brigid let out a soft moan at the sudden sensation, while juices flowed out of her pussy.

"Oooohhh daddy~" she moaned, wiggling her hips against the wand for added stimulation. The sensations weren't nearly as intense as what she experienced last night. This was more of a softer, gentler tingle of static rather than powerful lightning strikes. Still nice though, plus they still had all day. Almost by instinct, Brigid leaned forward and began to kiss along Owen's jawline, as if thanking him for the pleasure he was providing. Owen then rotated the vibrator around her clit in a circular motion, coaxing more and more moans from her. They continued this way for a good while, slowly building an erotic rhythm. After several minutes of this lewd dance, Brigid felt a familiar tension in her core and let out a soft gasp. "I'm cumming!" she moaned softly, her orgasm hitting just as she managed to finish saying so. A quick rush of warmth flowed through her body, generating tiny twitches all throughout from her eyelashes to her toes. Brigid cooed and moaned happily as she rode the dual highs. Eventually, it subsided, and she slumped into her father's arms. "Ooooh." Was all she could say at the moment.

"It seems you enjoyed it." Owen said before drawing her face upward for a loving kiss.

"I did Daddy..." she whispered sensually between kisses. "Although..." she continued with a mischievous grin. "I really hope that's not all you have planned."

"What do you take me for?" Owen smiled back, reaching over to the table. "I have plenty of ways to get you all nice and ready for later..."

"Oh? What happens later?" Brigid asked coyly.

"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." Owen replied as he produced the leather cuffs. "Put your arms behind your back sweetie."

"Like this?" Brigid purred, arranging her arms in such a way that it pushed her generous chest outward for Owen to see.

"That's perfect sweetie." Owen said, reaching around to clasp the cuffs on her. They clamped snugly, just enough that she couldn't wiggle out but not enough to really hurt. When he was satisfied, he removed his hands and let Brigid get a little used to being bound. "Just remember blossom." He reassured with yet another kiss on her forehead, "If you ever want to stop, just say so."

"Of course Daddy..." Brigid replied as she watched Owen gather up the dildo and lubricant. Owen liberally poured the lube onto the toy, before rubbing it all up and down until it began to gain a reflective sheen. "How big is the toy Daddy?" she asked slyly.

"Oh about 10 or 11 inches." He replied.

"Is that all?" she put on an exaggerated pout. "That's a little small don't you think?" Brigid teased.

"Well it is a warm-up after all." Owen answered as he poured another palmful of lube into his hand. He rubbed the lube all around his hands until they too became all slick and glossy. "Besides, this is pretty large for most women's standards you know." He teased back at her.