Rocky Respite

Limestone Pie tied to recall a time when the taste of her father’s lips had not been so familiar.

Locked in one among thousands perfect moments with them now, she closed her eyes and thought back, shuffling through her memories for the day she first entered the deepest fold of her family.

Five months? No...six.

With her cunning grin restored, Limestone knelt in the soft silt of the family crystal cavern, naked as the time of her birth and not the least bit ashamed of it. She clasped her father’s hand in hers, placing it over her heavily swollen tummy. The extra weight had become familiar, as had the twitching feeling of the small life that blossomed within.

“Feel him kicking?”

Igneous Rock Pie, his solid, amber body bared to the elements just like that of his daughter, pressed his hand to her belly and reveled in the sensation.

“Indeed, my child,” He grunted, perspiration evident on his brow, “Soon to be mother of another of my children.”

Limestone snerked. “Yeah, well you better be a good dad, Dad!” She reached down to stroke the straight bangs of her youngest sister Marble, who was laying on her back with her head in Limestone’s lap. “Looks like it’s your turn now, huh?”

“Mmhmm…”

Marble allowed her sister her smugness. In the span of a few short months, Limestone had gone from totally un-indoctrinated to acting as though the inter-mating of her family had been her sole founding notion, but Marble expected that from her. In recent months, Limestone had been lighter and airier than ever Marble had seen her before. If it made her sister happy to feel that way, it was enough for Marble not to question it.

All the same, Marble couldn’t help getting in a jab of her own. Her hands on her breasts, she pushed the fleshy orbs together and returned to the cool enjoyment of watching the tip of her father’s erection emerge from, and vanish again into her cleavage. Marble blew on her bangs and grinned at her sister with a certain smugness of her own.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Limestone rolled her eyes, “My boobs are so swollen I could totally do that now. I just don’t want to.”

“Mmhmm,” Marble sang.

“I could!” Limestone insisted. “See how you like morning sickness when you’re going through it in a couple weeks!”

Igneous broke up the playful trading of jabs with a sharp grunt. “...i-it is thy time, my youngest...l-let us begin...”

Marble lit up with an eagerness that would have done her elder sister Pinkie proud. She wiggled her naked rump in the dirt as her father got off of her and found a comfortable crystal upon which to prop himself up. His dribbling erection stood proud, presiding atop two suspended testicles that were heavy with his seed.

Marble got up on her knees and touched two fingertips to her lips. Limestone, who was already settling in for the show, drew her fingers over her belly, down to her weeping flower, and spoke first.

“Wow dad, you really store it up when you haven’t cum in a few days.”

“It is best to maximize volume,” Igneous commented, allowing Marble her moment to appreciate his impending gift to her, “In this way, we shall ensure a successful coupling.”

Marble was on her hands and knees, her breasts dangling beneath her with the pull of gravity. They swayed as she moved, and at length she crawled the distance to straddle her father’s hips. She leaned in to share a kiss with him and then drew up to his ear for a whisper.

“I’m ready daddy. Make my tummy grow, like Limestone and Maud...and mommy too.”

Igneous shuddered and placed his hands on Marble’s hips, guiding her wet, weakened petals to their piercing. “Thy way with words has never ceased to entice your father. I have waited for this day-” He glanced over at a heavily pregnant Limestone, who had propped herself up for a lengthy masturbation session, “-as much as I waited for thee, eldest of my house.”

“Tch,” Limestone, already rubbing herself, took in a sharp breath and let it out with a fluttering of her lungs. “...wh-whatever d-dad,” She joked, “Y-you know I’m just gonna have to run the nursery. Like I run the farm already.”

“...o-ohh...”

Marble closed her eyes and rolled her face to the cavern ceiling as she sat slowly down, impaling herself on her father to the hilt. When her hips came to rest against his, she let out a delicious whimper and bit her lower lip, wasting no time in seeing to her female needs. She began to roll atop him, inviting his penetration and the rhythmic kiss of his penis tip against the entrance to her womb.

“...hahh...s-so deep, D-daddy...”

Igneous felt the frisky thumping of his daughter’s tail dusting his legs as she moved on her own, lathering him in welcoming pleasure. He knew that this was good for her - that the shy bubble she drew around herself in the presence of outsiders would deflate bit-by-bit with every time she bore her naked breast in practice with her own kin.

“Ngh...child...due to the attentions of th-thy ample, soft breasts...I have not long before issuing thy gift, even as we begin...” He punctuated his appreciation for Marble’s curves by reaching out to grip each breast, rolling the erect nipples that capped them between his fingers.

Limestone couldn’t help herself, though she too was beginning to lose composure as the weeping of her opening became audible. “...h-heh...my boobs get sore yanno...g-gonna make you rub ‘em later dad...”

But the coupling of father and daughter was beyond hearing her words. Riding her father like the breeding stud he was, Marble pushed out her chest for him and rested her hands on her thighs, bouncing her body with loud, fleshy slaps against his.

“O-ohh Daddy...nghahh...n-nothing between us this time...” Marble began to pant, “...p-plant your seed deep...s-so it takes...”

Igneous had no intention of denying his child her reward. He sat back, hands returning to her hips to control her speed as she gripped him. He glanced between his two beautiful children - each lost in stimulating her own blossoming womanhood.

“...ahh!” Marble instinctively brought her hands to her breasts and took over the kneading her bouncy flesh, “...o-ohhnngh...g-gonna...oh daddy...!”

Igneous felt the familiar, reckless grasping of a vagina in orgasm. Just before he yanked her down to pierce her to the core, he thought about the old adage, and knew now that he could confirm it - mothers and daughters really did feel alike.

Erupting like Vesuvius, he shot forth rope after rope of his virile semen into his daughter, seeding her womb for the first time. His churning testicles saw no quick end to their release, and it wasn’t long before Marble’s slight, virginal womb grew convex and pushed out.

“...v-verily m-my child...” Igneous collapsed backwards as his testicles emptied and afterglow began to spread through his mind. “...I sh-shall enjoy watching you grow heavy along with your s-sisters...”

Marble tried to catch her breath. Limestone, panting in her own right, came up beside Marble and borrowed a small kiss from her lips. Blue-gray hand guided slate gray down to Marble’s ashen tummy, where the two enjoyed the stroking of the younger sister’s new love bump.

Limestone nipped one of her sister’s flicking ears. “Gonna be fun being all knocked-up with you Sis. Especially the second time around.”

Marble sighed dreamily. Making no attempt to disconnect herself from her father’s love, she leaned against her elder sister and came to rest.

“...next time Pinkie visits, it’s gonna be so much fun...maybe daddy will even send her home with a bump of her own...”

“Heh,” Limestone ruffled her sister’s lush locks. “Maybe so. Thanks, by the way. For all this.”

“Don’t worry,” Marble closed her eyes and smiled honestly, “I won’t tell anybody you said that. I love you.”

“Yeah,” Limestone managed to admit, “…love you too.”

The October sun shone unusually warm upon a field of fertile rocks, ready for the harvest.