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  Jane needed help. With only a month until her due date, her mother threw her out. If she didn’t want to deliver her baby under a bridge, she needed a place to live. Out of options, she went to see her estranged stepfather.

  His welcome overjoyed her. Then she saw how her big belly turned him on. His attraction turned her on. Could they satisfy one another without ruining everything?

  Warning: This erotic short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The plot involves intercourse between a pregnant woman and her stepfather. All sexually active characters are over the age of eighteen and are not biologically related to one another.

  Daddy’s Pregnant Darling

  Jane Nordstrom checked her GPS again and frowned. The stupid thing said she’d arrived at her destination and that was patently false. She sat in the middle of a dirt road, surrounded by tall pine trees, which towered over her as if they were trying to intimidate her.

  Or maybe she was just nervous. She really should’ve called Craig before she started up into the mountains, but she wasn’t sure how he’d react to her intrusion on his privacy. They’d gotten along well enough since her mother left him for that guitarist, but she needed a really big favor and she couldn’t help but worry he wouldn’t be willing to help her.

  If some boogey man didn’t jump out of the woods and kill her first.

  Ignoring the butterflies in her gut, she double-checked the address she’d entered into the GPS. It matched. So, his place had to be close, right? She eased off the brake and continued around the curve. A rutted track that made this road look like a superhighway branched off to the right. The mailbox showed the right address written in faded permanent marker.

  Her butterflies took off all at once, making her feel sick. The wait was almost over.

  Jane turned up the lane and inched along, wincing at every bump and jostle to her car. Some of the potholes had to go halfway to China.

  The thick overgrowth thinned out slowly until she could see a clearing with a large, one story cabin on the edge of a lake. Its walls were made of rough-hewn logs and there was a massive wrap around porch looking out over the water and the mountains across the lake.

  It was absolutely beautiful.

  She parked beside his truck and killed the ignition. There was no sign of anyone moving in the house, but he had to have heard her pull up. She opened the car door and struggled to her feet. Her large belly felt tremendously better once she didn’t have it squished behind the wheel. God, she had to pee.

  Her back screamed in protest when she straightened and stretched. You’d figure it would be happy she wasn’t hunched over any more, but no. Being eight months pregnant did that to a woman. Her breasts were swollen and tender, and her back ached continuously. She was constantly miserable.

  And horny. Her hormones raged out of control and no rational guy wanted to get involved with a soon to be single mom. Life sucked.

  It would only get worse after her son was born. She might as well kiss any meaningful relationship with a man goodbye. At least until he was old enough to go to school.

  She made her way up the steps and knocked on the door, rehearsing in her mind what she was going to say. When he didn’t answer, she knocked again. Maybe he was down by the lake. If he wasn’t, she was going to have to sit down soon. And she really didn’t want to have to pee in the woods.

  The porch led around the side of the house to a massive deck along the lake. The wide expanse of wood held a grill large enough to feed a football team and a sunken hot tub. Craig was lying back in the tub, asleep, facing away from her.

  That explained why he hadn’t heard her pull up. She waddled out to his side so she wasn’t sneaking up behind him. “Craig?”

  He startled and whipped his head around to stare at her. “Jane! You scared the crap out of me!” His eyes darted down to her swollen belly. “How are you feeling?”

  “Like a beached whale. I’m sorry to drop in on you like this, but can we talk?”

  “Sure.” He grabbed a towel, stood up, and wrapped it around his waist. He wasn’t quite fast enough to hide the fact that he was naked.

  Jane smiled at the glimpse of the ass she’d enjoyed watching as a teen and quietly admired his well-toned physique as he stepped out of the steaming water. Craig didn’t have an ounce of fat on him and he obviously worked out. She felt her pussy clench at the sight of him and start throbbing.

  Perfect. She was swollen and tired from the trip, and now all hot and bothered. That really ought to make the rest of the conversation easier. Not.

  He tied off his towel and dried himself with another one. “We can go inside or sit out here. Would you like a drink?”

  “I’ve got plenty of water in my ankles. I don’t care, as long as I can sit down and put my feet up. They are killing me. And I need to pee.”

  “Sure. Let’s get you inside where it is a little cooler and get your feet prop
ped up. I bet some iced tea will help.”

  “A trip to the bathroom would help even more, right now.”

  He led her through the sliding glass door and into a manly version of a living room: overstuffed recliner, heavy reading lamp, wide leather sofa, sturdy coffee table, and giant screen TV; there wasn’t a single knickknack, doily, Better Homes and Garden magazine, or painting anywhere in sight—just wood, leather, and electronics.

  “Sure, it’s right down that hall and to the left.” He pointed to a doorway off to the side.

  “Thanks.”

  She quickly scurried to the bathroom and took care of some much-needed business. After she washed her hands, she wandered back into the living room.

  “Sit and kick your shoes off.”

  Jane sat on the couch while Craig busied himself in the kitchen. She kicked off her shoes and propped her feet up on the thick wooden coffee table, finally able to relax a bit.

  He came back into the room carrying a couple of glasses of iced tea. While she’d been distracted, he’d put a t-shirt and shorts on, covering his gorgeous nakedness. What a pity.

  He handed her one of the glasses and dropped down next to her.

  “I love having you come up, but it seems like a pretty arduous trip for a pregnant woman.”

  She took a sip of her tea, which only made her realize how thirsty she really was. She gulped down half the glass in three quick gulps. “Mmmm. That is good. I would’ve called, but I figured I should talk to you in person. I’m in a real bind.”

  “You know I’ll help out as much as I can. What’s up?”

  She took a slow, deep breath to calm her nerves. “I need a place to stay. Mom threw me out.”

  His eyes grew huge. “You’re about to have her grandchild. What happened?”

  “Since you guys got divorced, she tells her jackass boyfriends the most horrible lies about you and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I tore into her in front of her latest boy toy and she went nuclear. Told me I had an hour to pack or she’d call the cops.”

  He shook his head and whistled soundlessly. “She never cared too much for the truth, especially when it differed from her worldview. I don’t care what she says about me. But I do care how she treats you.”

  “You were the best thing that happened in my life as a teen. Maybe you don’t know that, but the three years you were in the house were the only time my life was stable. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have graduated high school without you being there. You deserved to have someone speak up for you, and I did.”

  Craig reached over and patted her leg. “I appreciate it. Of course you can stay. However long you want.” He glanced down at her belly. “When is he due?”

  “I still have almost a month to go. I can’t wait for him to be outside of my body. I ache all the time and, as you can see, my feet and ankles swell like there’s no tomorrow. You’d think I was a camel or something.”

  “Yeah, I understand that happens. There’s a good hospital on the other side of the lake and one of my neighbors is an emergency room doctor, so you should be in good shape there.”

  She let out her breath slowly, relieved that the immediate crisis was past. “Thank you so much. You’re a life saver.”

  “It’ll be nice having someone around. I have a spare bedroom with a nice view of the lake. Why don’t I get your stuff and you can join me in the hot tub before dinner? That should help ease your sore muscles.”

  “I’d love to, but I can’t. The water would be too hot for the baby. I even have to be careful how hot my showers are these days. But you can soak and I’ll dip my feet in the water. If you’re lucky I’ll even let you rub them, if you promise not to tickle me.”

  “That sounds like a plan.”

  * * * * *

  She changed into stretchy shorts and a maternity tee shirt as soon as he brought her bags into her new room. He was right. The view of the lake was magnificent.

  He had furnished the room much like the rest of the house—big, sturdy, and extra roomy. She had already decided where she would put the crib. She didn’t know how long these living arrangements would last, but it would be so much better than her mom’s house.

  She’d make sure things stayed amicable between her and her stepfather. He was pretty easy going, so she didn’t anticipate many problems before the baby arrived. After that, things would get stressful again. What man would want a squalling baby around if it wasn’t his?

  Craig was back in the hot tub by the time she waddled out. She eyed his bare chest and wondered if he was naked again. The thought made her pussy damp. Jesus, she really needed to get laid.

  He started to rise to his feet and help her sit, but stopped short. “Sorry. I’d help you sit, but I don’t have a suit.”

  “That’s okay, I think I can manage.” She stepped down on the first step under the bubbling surface of the water and sat on the edge of the tub. Her eyes searched the foaming water over his legs, but she couldn’t see anything. The hot water felt heavenly on her feet. “How do you go swimming in the lake without a suit?”

  He grinned. “As nature intended. Butt ass naked. We’re a pretty informal group out here.”

  The mental image of his nude body sluicing through the water didn’t do a single thing to make her any less horny. If she could actually reach her pussy, she’d get off on it later, but physics made that impossible for another month or so. Better to try to think of something else. “This feels nice. You wouldn’t believe how bad my feet get to hurting.”

  “Would you like me to rub them for you?”

  “I was only kidding about that, but I’d be your slave for a foot massage.”

  He chuckled. “It sounds like you’re not getting the attention you need. Lay back and I’ll see what I can do.”

  She inched herself back until she was flat on the deck. “You have no idea. Everything between my feet and my shoulders hurt.”

  “Well, you’ve come to the right place. I’ll start with your feet and work my way up. How does that sound?”

  “Like paradise.”

  He picked up her foot and started rubbing his thumbs along the sole. “How’s that?”

  “Nice, but not nearly enough pressure. Dig in. I’ll let you know if it gets too rough.”

  Craig slid his thumbs back down hard and a blast of pain and pleasure shot though her.

  She moaned in spite of herself. “Yes! Just like that!”

  The next few minutes were pure bliss. He rubbed every part of her aching foot until she was limp and whimpering. The process felt even better when he hit the other foot. By the time he was done there, she was a puddle on the deck.

  She rolled her head in a circle to ease her neck and ended up facing the glass door. In it, she could see their reflection clearly. She was sprawled back in an almost sexual position and he was staring right at her belly where the tee shirt had ridden up. Or between her spread legs. She couldn’t tell which.

  The desire in his eyes was obvious, though.

  Watching him looking at her like that reignited the heat between her legs. It was as if he was using Superman’s heat vision to light her on fire. If anything, he was probably wishing he had x-ray vision to see through her shorts.

  She really, really shouldn’t even be thinking about it, but it had been so long since she’d had sex. Hell, it had been a lifetime since she was even able to masturbate. Maybe she could get an entirely different kind of massage and show him how thankful she was that he let her stay all at one time.

  The baby picked that moment to give her a good, solid kick. “Ooof! The little bugger is getting active. It usually comes in sets. Would you like to feel?” She pulled her shirt up further, fully exposing her distended belly.

  His touch on her belly was soft and gentle. Other people had touched her to feel the baby, sometimes without a hint of invitation. It was as though her being pregnant meant it was okay for anyone to just come up and cop a feel. Whether she wanted it or not.

  Craig’s touc
h was very welcome, and for the first time, his touch felt sexual. The heat of his hands scorched her and she knew her panties were getting soaked. Could he see a wet spot in her shorts? Did he know how worked up he was making her?

  “I’ve always been in awe of women.”

  “And rightly so.”

  He laughed. “I mean because they can make another human being. That is amazing and special. Somehow, pregnancy makes a woman so much more…alluring.”

  “You are apparently the only man on the planet to feel that way. Guys see me and run. I’m too fat to catch them.”

  “Then they’re idiots.” The baby picked that moment to kick again. His hand slid along her belly just in time to catch the follow up. “That’s incredible.”

  She reached down and put her hand over his. “Craig, do you think I’m beautiful?”

  He stood up to look at her over her belly, exposing his erection. She took one good look in the reflection before she turned her head to look up at him. He had no idea she could see his arousal.

  “Of course you’re beautiful. You’re radiant and sexy. Don’t you dare let anyone tell you otherwise.”

  Jane stared up into his eyes, gauging his expression. How would he react if she asked him to make love to her? Would she scare him off and ruin everything? Maybe. Maybe not. Perhaps she could bring him to the point of making the first move.

  “Thank you,” she said softly. “Could I talk you into rubbing my legs? Your hands feel so good.”

  “Sure. Ah…how do we work this?”

  “I can roll on my side and let you work your magic.” She rolled over so she was facing the glass door. She’d never considered herself a voyeur, but there was something totally hot in watching him lust over her without him knowing. And he was sporting an awesome cock, too.