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STORY TITLE	Hormonal Imbalance
AUTHOR	Erica S
CODES	M/F, inc (f/d), impreg
DATE ADDED	5th January, 2005
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When my daughter, Erin, hit puberty and started having health problems, I took her to the doctor. The doctor ran every test she could think of, and couldn't seem to find anything wrong. It looked like some sort of hormonal or mineral deficiency, but my wife and I fed our daughter well, including vitamin supplements. We were all stumped.

We took Erin from one specialist to another, getting no joy, until one ran some tests that they normally only used on pregnant women. Finally, we had an answer. "It seems your daughter's body thinks it's pregnant," the specialist told us. "But because it isn't, the hormones are not being produced. This is what's causing all these imbalances and weird
symptoms."

"What can we do?" I asked immediately.

The doctor gave me a list of supplements to try, but they had very little effect. After months of trying, and Erin suffering from various symptoms like hot flashes, cold sweats, abdominal pain, terrible cramps, shortness of breath, etc., the doctor announced that he had formulated his own hormone supplement that should give Erin some relief.

And it did. For the first time in the three years since she had gone through puberty, Erin felt and looked healthy. But the supplement was expensive, since the doctor had exactly one customer for this expensive-to-produce product. Erin needed injections twice a week, and it cost $250 for just one injection. Our insurance wouldn't cover it, so every month we were out $2000. We had to cut down on expensive electronics, buy cheaper food and clothes, use the car less; basically, we had to cut down on the things that made our lives comfortable.

We lived like this for two years, and Erin turned from a happy-if-sick teen into a healthy-but-unhappy young woman. Her grades dropped; she mouthed off to her mother and me; she started hanging out at the mall with questionable friends.

One day I came home to find both Cindy (my wife) and Erin screaming at each other and crying. "What the hell?!" I yelled.

They stopped, and Cindy turned to me. "You know what she wants to do? She wants to stop taking the supplements!"

I opened my mouth to argue, but Cindy continued. "No, it doesn't stop there. Apparently, the doctor told her that if she were to actually GET pregnant, the symptoms would go away, maybe forever."

"That was irresponsible of him," I said.

"A baby would cost less than $24000 a year," Erin said. "I graduate in only a few months. If I got pregnant now, I could have the baby after graduation, and get a job."

It sounded incredibly... logical. "Honey, I know it seems to make sense, but a child is a big responsiblity."

"A child is my ticket to a decent life."

"Honey, you could get a job anyway, and it would pay for your medication. Then we could improve our lifestyle."

"But if the doc is right and the pregnancy makes my symptoms go away by resetting my body's hormonal systems, then we'll never have to worry about stupid hormone injections ever again."

"You don't even have a boyfriend, never mind any prospects for marriage," Cindy said. "The child will be a bastard."

"It's the 21st century!" Erin yelled. "Who cares if I'm not married? As long as I get pregnant, what's the difference? It's for medical reasons!"

"The neighbours will gossip about us."

"Cind," I interrupted. "Maybe Erin has a good point. If it makes the symptoms go away forever, it might be worth a shot. We could even use artificial insemination. I'd rather have a cute grandchild than my daughter spending the rest of her life on hormone injections."

Put that away, Cindy could hardly disagree with me.

Erin started looking out for a guy to knock her up. But most of the guys in her school knew her as the sweaty, sullen, pale girl and most of them knew about the injections, and were afraid of catching something. College guys all wanted to use condoms. I guess I should have forseen what came next, but I'm an honorable man, and it never occurred to me.

Cindy was away visiting her sister in another state when Erin came into the lounge as I sat watching "Die Hard". I've worked in electronic building security for almost twenty years and have set up systems in dozens of buildings, so I was always amazed at the incompetence and pathetic systems shown in movies. "What is it?" I asked, as Bruce Willis tried to convince a radio dispatcher that it was an emergency.

"No one wants me," Erin said. "High school guys think I have cooties, and college guys won't do it without a condom."

"Honey, have some patience. We can wait a while."

"I don't want to be pregnant when I'm at college! Now is perfect! But they won't cooperate!" She looked at me. "Dad, you could help me."

"What? How?"

"You could do it."

I was confused. "Find you a boyfriend?"

"No, knock me up."

I wish I could say that I was stronger, but I wasn't: I started getting an erection! "Uh... what?"

"You could do it, Dad. No one would have to know."

I swallowed, trying to will away the hard-on. "We're related," I said stupidly. "The baby could be deformed."

"That's just propaganda," Erin said. "I've done some research on the Internet. Most of the time the baby turns out fine."

"Erin, honey..."

"Please, Dad. Please." She started to pull off her halter-top. I knew that if I saw breasts, I was a goner. I've always been somewhat of a breast man.

"No, we... we can think of something else. Artificial insemination!"

"But I'm ovulating now!" The top came off.

I started to breathe heavily. "Wh... what?"

"I took my temperature this morning, and it's today. We have to do it now!" Erin left her skirt on but straddled me. "Please."

Her breasts were right in my face. I gave in and latched onto her right nipple. I was sucking my own daughter's tit, and I loved it. She arched her back, groaning, "Yes, yes!"

My hand came up of its own accord and started fondling the other tit even as I suckled her succulent flesh. I pulled back a little and ran my tongue around the edge of her nipple as she groaned and writhed against my mouth.

I switched breasts and began to lave the other nipple with my tongue. Erin squirmed and writhed against my tongue, and ground herself down onto my cock, enough so that I started to think I'd cum in my pants... but that wasn't what she wanted. I pulled my mouth away. "Unzip me," I ordered.

Erin's hands came down over my crotch, and she did as she was told. My cock was carefully though inexpertly extracted from my pants and underwear, and Erin stared.

I gave her nipple another lick. "Come on," I said, pulling her forward by the hips. I reached under her skirt, feeling my way up her smooth, warm thigh, until I reached the crotch of her panties. She was already wet, the moisture quite noticeable. I pushed the material slightly into her crotch, gathering more moisture. "You're wet, honey."

Her breath was coming in gasps as I fondled her through her panties. "Just... do it."

I pulled the panties to the side, my hand just grazing her pussy lips, and positioned her over my cock. I didn't have to coax her down; Erin slammed herself down onto me, burying my cock inside her wet heat.

"You feel so good, Daddy, so good inside me!"

She was tight, and hot, and wet, and I was actually fucking her! I pulled her hard against me, then moved her, my cock still inside, onto her back, and slammed in.

The glide and slide that our bodies were doing was driving the two of us crazy. Her pussy was wet and slick and she was obviously loving every second of my cock inside her. I began to thrust more quickly as she wound her legs around me, pulling me deeper. I was bottomed out in her cunt, fucking my own daughter; I was going to cum soon, and I didn't care! Her slick, tight pussy was going to make me cum in it, and my sperm was going to shoot inside, and I wanted it to.

The thought made me fuck Erin faster and faster, until I felt my orgasm approaching. "I'm cumming in you, honey! Daddy's cumming!" I yelled as fireworks went off inside me and I began pumping semen into my daughter in long pulses. "Aaah!"

Erin pulled me tightly against her and her pussy walls clenched around me as she came, yelling, "Daddy, I'm cumming, Daddy!"

We slowly calmed down, and I lay there with my cock still inside my daughter, feeling very sexually satisfied. "I hope you got me pregnant, Daddy," Erin said, her arms still around me. "I hope you made a baby in me."

"I hope so too, honey."

As it turned out, I did. We fucked twice more, once the next day, and then the day after. Fucking my daughter was so taboo and so naughty that I wanted to keep doing it, but Cindy came home, and I didn't want to take any chances.

Erin did get pregnant. She pretended not to know who the father was. She's breastfeeding our baby daughter for as long as she can. So far, the symptoms haven't returned... but if they do, I'm ready and willing to put another baby in her womb.