Once again, special thanks to Ciguardian for his invaluable insights and his editing. I appreciate the efforts my friend. All character over the age of 18.
With a weary grimace, Harold opened the fridge, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he reached for the carton of milk. His fingers didn't close on the expected object though, with a grunt, he looked to see that it was missing; sure it was there a few hours earlier. Looking up, he saw his daughter, Eileen, standing at the counter. The cold light of the refrigerator illuminated her lush figure, the over-sized t-shirt hiding her growing belly but not her breasts and the hard nipples making large round points in the cotton.
Rubbing his face, Harold took in the sight of her, his body reacting swiftly to the forbidden desires that were never far from the surface when she was around. Her well-toned legs and mouth-watering ass, the cheeks of which peeked out from under the hem of the shirt, all conspired to send the blood to his lower head. His eyes worked higher, to the round swell of her belly. The baby three months in the works, residing just beneath the surface, was the reason she had returned home and thrown the wrench in his plans for the empty nest. Two years out of high school and she was back home, the father of her baby nameless and long gone.
"Looking for something, daddy?" she asked, turning her head to look at him. Her crystal blue eyes locked on his, and she flashed him that lilting smile that made every man think she was considering taking him to bed, not even Harold was immune to her considerable charms.
"Well, I came down for some milk," Harold said slowly. His voice trailed off as he continued to drink in the vision of her, his cock beginning to push out against the soft material of his boxers, his fingers scratching idly and jostling his growing hardness.
"I'm making some milk," Eileen joked, her hand sliding over her burgeoning breast, "but it won't be ready for a while." She could feel his eyes upon her, the familiar feel of a man looking her over sent the usual thrill through her body, the growing tingle in her pussy not caring that it was her daddy.
"Here let me pour you a glass," she offered.
Shutting the fridge Harold moved to her side, his hair standing on end as he could smell the soft scents of her shampoo and the lotion she rubbed on her belly. Just being near her was a sweet torture. Three months of exile from his wife's sweet embrace had taken its toll, and he wasn't sure how much more he could endure. Eileen poured the glass full of milk, holding it up for him. His hand brushed against hers as he took hold of the glass, and he caught her eyes watching him intently as he took a long drink.
"Mom not being cooperative again?" she asked slyly.
The single grunt that formed Harold's reply elicited a bright smile from her.
"Oh, poor daddy," she said softly. "My coming home has put Mom back into deep freeze, huh?"
His growl only made her eyes widen, her suspicions now confirmed. She touched his chest through his t-shirt, and the feel of his muscular body next to her tiny frame made her feel that special warmth, and not the kind a girl usually gets from her dad.
"You know, pregnancy does weird things to a woman's body." She began hesitantly.
Harold took another gulp, looking at her questioningly. Pursing her lips, Eileen rubbed her knees together, searching for an angle to scratch the growing itch. "The hormones sort of run wild, and they can drive a girl crazy if she doesn't have a release."
"Yeah, I feel you there," Harold said, finishing off the glass, though he didn't move away. He stood almost directly over her, trying not to be obvious while he took in the clear view of her tits, the soft skin of her bosom calling out to him hypnotically.
"I bet you do," she said, her hand coming to rest on top of his. "You know daddy, I'm a woman."
Harold's eyes narrowed as he turned to consider her carefully, her words sounding alarms in his head, though he was choosing to ignore them for the moment.
"And you know I've had steady boyfriends in the past. Heck," she patted her growing belly, "I'm pregnant right now. I'm used to certain things and since I've been home, well, I've been going without, just like you." Her finger tips traced along the sides of his index finger, the tiny sensation sending jolts throughout his body.
"Baby, your mother--" he began unsteadily.
"Neglects you and has for years," Eileen whispered fiercely. "I know what goes on, or more importantly, what doesn't go on, in this house!" In her anger she gripped his hand firmly and then softened, covering his with her smaller hands.
"You have needs, as do I, Daddy." Eileen lifted his hand up to her lips, kissing it softly before bringing it down to rest in the valley between her breasts. "There is no shame in helping each other out with our needs."
Harold tried to pull his hand back, but Eileen held it tightly, not allowing him to escape, as she lifted her eyes to look into his. She could see the desire hidden there, had always felt it in his gaze, but knew that he kept it in check, despite the cold world of denial in which he lived.
"Daddy," she whispered, molding her body to his. With the soft press of her boobs against his ribs and the smell of her hair filling his nostrils, Harold couldn't control the way his body reacted any more than he could have controlled the tide.
"Oh daddy," Eileen cooed with delight, feeling his hardened cock pressing into the soft underside of her belly, "I know exactly what you need." She slid her hand up his leg, her fingers lightly scratching his inner thigh as she lifted higher, cupping his hefty balls in her hand.
"Eileen, don't-" Harold said, trying to brush her hand away, but she pressed tighter against him. To reach her hand he'd have to wrap his arm around her, and that would only pull her body closer. He sighed heavily, ashamed that he couldn't control his reaction, as he felt the last of his will being shredded slowly by her insistence.
