I was lounging on the couch, my belly feeling like it was occupied by a restless little creature. I groaned playfully, my hands resting on my swollen stomach. "You better be worth it, kid," I muttered to my unborn child.
Just as I was about to close my eyes and take a nap, there was a knock on the door. I grumbled, annoyed at the interruption. "Who could it be at this hour?" I wondered out loud.
I opened the door to find my father standing on the other side, a bag of groceries in his hands. I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Dad? What are you doing here?"
He greeted me with a warm smile. "I wanted to surprise you with a homemade dinner. I know how much you love my cooking."
I stepped aside, inviting him in. As he walked past me, I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles rippled under his shirt. I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought. "You're going to have to brush up on your skills, old man. I've been eating like a queen since I got pregnant."
He chuckled, setting the groceries down on the counter. "I'll have you know, I'm still the best cook in the family."
We bantered back and forth as we prepared dinner together. I teased him about his outdated cooking skills, and he playfully insulted me back, calling me a "pregnancy diva." The tension between us grew as we moved around each other in the small kitchen.
As we sat down to eat, I felt a little flustered. I've always had a bit of a crush on my father, but I knew it was wrong. I tried to focus on the food, but I couldn't help but steal glances at him.
Suddenly, he reached across the table and took my hand. I looked up, surprised. "I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you," he said, his voice low and sincere.
I felt a warmth spread through my body. I couldn't resist him any longer. I stood up, pulling him towards me. We kissed passionately, our hands exploring each other's bodies. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't stop myself.
We stumbled towards the bedroom, our clothes falling off as we went. I giggled as he picked me up, carrying me to the bed. He laid me down gently, his hands roaming over my pregnant belly. I moaned as he kissed my stomach, his tongue tracing circles around my navel.
He entered me slowly, taking his time to savor every moment. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of me. We moved together, our bodies becoming one. I felt a surge of pleasure as I reached my climax, my father following close behind.
We collapsed in a heap, our hearts beating in sync. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't help but feel happy in this moment, with my father by my side.
As we lay there, catching our breath, he looked at me and said, "I love you, sweetheart."
I smiled, my heart full. "I love you too, Dad."
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