Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Bethany shrugged her shoulders. “What else will I do to stay busy all summer?”

Melony sighed and put another piece of salad into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully and completely unaware that Bethany had stolen into the kitchen to ‘spike’ her food with shellfish juice. Not enough to kill her, of course. No, just enough to make her mother get a rash that will force her to back out of their romantic getaway.

Just enough to allow Bethany to steal her daddy away, right from under her mother’s nose.

“It’s never too early to meet some... nice boys, rather than a bunch of women of that persuasion,” Melony continued, and Bethany abruptly stood from her seat. Her mother was always on her back to meet a nice man, and swore up and down that the only women who rode as adults were not interested in men.

“I’m going to my room, Mother. We’re not discussing this again.”

But when Bethany turned her back on her, she couldn’t help but smile. By this time tomorrow, she’d be on her way to the most romantic resort in the Caribbean.

“What do you mean you can’t go?” shouted Sebastian, and Bethany could picture him throwing up his hands in frustration. He was usually so calm, so composed, but his emotions often ran hot under the surface from time to time. This was one of those times. He must have spent a small fortune on this trip, and here her mother was backing out at the last minute.

“Look at me, Seb!” Melony retorted, “I look like I have a disease! There’s no way I’m going out looking like this. You’re just going to have to postpone.”

“I can’t postpone,” he sighed, and Bethany knew that was a lie. He made enough money that he could do anything he wanted at the drop of a hat. No, he had actually been looking forward to this, and was hoping he could push Melony a bit more, put a bit more pressure on her to give in.

A businessman like him wasn’t used to taking ‘no’ for an answer, after all.

When Bethany heard nothing more through the door, she snuck away a few feet just before her father opened the door and spotted her. His face fell, and she could tell he knew about her spying again. It’d been a habit of hers ever since she’d been a kid, and she couldn’t hide the impish grin on her face.

Sebastian shut the door quietly behind him and then made his way towards her, his eyes locked upon her the whole while before he reached her. He always wore the finest of suits, but not the typical attire of businessmen. He was more than a step above your average CEO or millionaire, after all.

A stylish black suit that defied conventions in a flattering, avant-garde manner, a smart silver-grey vest that highlighted his trim waistline, and a very stylish red tie beneath his well groomed beard. Those hairs were so well-maintained that they were always soft and comfortable, never itchy or bristly.

“You know your mother can’t stand it when you spy, hun,” he said to her, and Bethany saw the slightest of cracks in his sullen expression as he reached out to pet her platinum blonde hair. He was so much taller than her, almost six foot five, and had a pair of piercing blue eyes that matched her own, with a head of hair that wasn't far behind either. She made the perfect step-daughter, because no-one assumed she was anything but his blood heir.

“Guess I won’t be heading off this weekend afterall,” he mused to her, that strong hand of his at the back of her head. Seeming to fit the whole of her skull right into his meaty palm with ease.

She was tall, but he still had another foot or so on her, and she looked up at him with a devious twinkle in her eye. This was it, the moment she’d been planning for. All she had to do was lick those plush lips of hers, bat those dark lashes and say the words.

Her pulse raced, and that was so unlike her. She was like him, cool as anything, calm even in the face of enormous stress.

Her words came out just as sultry as she’d practiced, though. “Well, why can’t we have a daddy-daughter date?”

Sebastian was not a man prone to pauses or hesitation of any sort, but whe

ther it was what she said or how she said it, she managed to make him delay a second as he stared down into her ocean-blue gaze.

He flicked his eyes away for just a moment then back, smiling at her. “Wasn’t really the kind of vacation plan that’s ideal for daddies and daughters,” he said, sounding casual and relaxed as he shrugged it off with a soft laugh.

She folded her arms beneath her breasts, pushing up with white dress and the tanned cleavage it barely contained a little closer towards him. Her lower lip poked out, and she knew she couldn’t resist her pout. Even if he could... well, if he glanced a little lower lower, it’d seal the deal.

Bethany was a younger, fresher version of her mother, and she took a step towards her dad, letting the soft scent of her strawberry perfume weave through the air between them. “Come on, daddy. I have to go to college in, like, two months. Then I’m going to be cramming constantly. I could use a little relaxation.”

Her father hesitated, his strong hand sliding down from her hair to her slender shoulder, and for a brief moment she saw his eyes flicker downwards at those offerings of breast-flesh. “I dunno honey, it’s… kind of a private island resort for couples. There’s not much to do,” he said, and she knew exactly the kind of getaway he had in mind. Something adult. Something very sexual.

“Isn’t that the point of a holiday? And, if you forget, I’m an adult now, daddy. C’mon, you never take me anywhere anymore, and you already made the down payment paid, right? And Jacque's already booked to fly the jet there, right?” Her act was so reminiscent of her tantrums when she was a pre-teen, still so logical and appealing to his sense of business acumen. It was one thing to spend money, it was another to waste it, he always said.

Moreover, Bethany knew how to appeal to every aspect of her father’s way of thinking. The sex appeal was something new she only dared try out now, and all she’d gotten was a quick glance for it, but she had a feeling that was all it took to work…

He looked down at her a while longer, his lips as straight as his gaze before he slowly rose up. “Alright sweetie,” he capitulated, leaning in and kissing her forehead tenderly. “Go get your things ready. You won’t need much, just some dresses and swimming suits, it’ll only be us and the servants,” he explained, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

She smiled broadly and leaned up, kissing him on the corner of his mouth and brazenly letting her breasts rub against his chest.

She needed a lot less than that!

The whole way there, Bethany tried to seem transfixed on the turquoise blue waters, the fluffy clouds peppering the sky as they headed further and further east. But as it began to get darker and there was nothing more to look at, she couldn’t distract herself any more, and was forced to divert her attention elsewhere.