Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep88

There was a picture of Christine, too -- also about a decade younger. It was before she went health conscious -- way before she went health crazy -- and she looked so young. So happy. She was standing with the three kids hanging off her like she was a jungle gym. They were in the backyard during some barbecue. Everyone smiling so wide.

James was sitting in a big, ergonomic leather chair behind a large wooden desk. His computer screen glowed bluish over everything. There was a TV on the far wall. A fish tank to the one side. Rows of bookshelves with titles like, "Winning Marketing" and "Leading the Way." He had a corner office, with two windows looking outward to the rolling ocean of parking lot. The other two walls were also glass, frosted, and James could easily make out the shadows of his co-workers walking past.

In other words, there were plenty of things for him to be looking at -- some of which he was actually being paid to do -- but he kept glancing at the pictures of his kids. His family. Going back to work, James had anticipated that he'd feel weird at first. He imagined he might struggle with some of the old urges, especially as he was exposed to some of his younger, cuter colleagues. But it never occurred to him how much he would miss his family.

James was used to the traditional father role, the one his own Dad had brought him up with. In his world, the family patriarch went to work, came home late, and woke up early. Things like emotional availability, that's what Mom was for. But then the kids had gotten older and started to move away. James began to worry he'd missed their lives entirely. Like those nightmares where you go to Disney World and forget to go on the rides. Worse, he feared it was already too late to fix it. Then that weekend by the lake had happened and closeness wasn't exactly the issue anymore, was it?

Now, back at work, where his emotions were supposed to be sealed far away, James felt like he was leaking them all over the place. He didn't just miss the sex (OK, he definitely missed the sex), but the comfort of being around the people he loved and who loved him back. The office, by comparison, felt cold and anodyne.

James' phone buzzed and he jumped. He'd been completely lost in his reverie. His assistant's voice came over the speaker. "Your daughter is here to see you," she said. "Molly."

James, already shocked by the noise, nearly fell off his chair. Molly?! His family never visited. Part of his work-life segregation policy. He was always too busy for visitors. Or the kids were too young and wild. It was safer, besides, to keep one place from contaminating the other.

Now, though, all James could feel was excitement at the thought that his darling little girl was right on the other side of the frosted glass. What was she doing there? James couldn't imagine. Actually, he could imagine and that was the problem.

Was his blonde baby girl really there to -- what were the words the kids used these days? -- hook up? That didn't seem like a good idea. Yet, how disappointing would it be if she was there for some other reason? The buck-toothed little girl in the velvet-y dress looked up at him from her picture with a disapproving smile.

His door opened and his assistant stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind her. Melanie was young and blonde. She was only about five feet tall and she had a gymnast's build. She was wearing grey slacks with a matching sport coat over a purple dress shirt. She was young, and in trying to look professional she actually made herself appear even younger. Like a kid in her mother's clothes. The power suit sapped away whatever strength she might have had. A simple blouse and a skirt would have been fine, but James had no way to tell the poor girl that without it being inappropriate.

she walked up to James' desk. "You've got that finance thing in fifteen, but I can probably move it to later this

girl -- and she really appeared girl-ish in that moment -- was already flustered. Her blonde hair seemed to

fact that Melanie was

small. "It's. Fine. You're not expected to be psychic. Don't move the meeting, we've been trying to get everyone together for weeks. I'll say a quick 'hello' to my daughter and we'll move

out all the time. First jobs were always hard. He remembered his: eighteen years old, wife pregnant with their first. It felt like he would never move from that place. Then suddenly here he was in this big office with some kid too terrified to look at him. It might as well have been magic. Sometimes

get your daughter," Melanie said and scurried back outside the office. James smoothed his shirt. Checked himself in the

a boundless, bountiful teenager bounced into his office. "Hi Daddy!" Molly exclaimed. She was wearing a plaid skirt and a white dress shirt that, honestly,

the desk and wrapped her arms around her father, tight. He could feel her prodigious chest on his shoulder. Molly had been in

to catch every

good to see you, Molly," James said, "I'm

and lonely by myself and I

of them alone, shutting the door behind her. James wished he could ask her to lock it, but he didn't know how he could frame that request. He looked up at his daughter. His heart pounded at his ribs

soon as the door clicked shut, Molly leaned forward and kissed him right on the lips. She rolled his chair back and swung

I have a meeting in a little bit, but if you're willing to

said, "I think I'll just grab a snack

unbuttoned her top, exposing her luscious, larger-than-life breasts, encased in a bright red, lacy bra. Then

she said, "But I missed this even

said. He intended it as a warning, but even to his own ears

didn't matter to his little girl. She shushed him and reached into his underwear.

at the door. It