11 comments/ 119846 views/ 29 favorites A Father's Story By: bmunchausen Another chapter in the ever incestuous Matson family. Sorry it took so long but life and a limited access to the internet has caused delays. Sorry, but that's life. I would advise that you read A Solder's Story and A Nephew's Story before reading this. Whereas those two are more or less stand-alone stories, this one this one does I want to thank TryingToTry for her help in editing this story. * Once again, Death had raised its ugly head and taken the one person who I had loved all of my life. This woman, who gave birth to me; who loved me; who took my virginity; who gave birth to two of my children; who gave birth to my sister, my wife, my Rachel; who loved me after I lost my Rachel; was taken from me in a senseless accident with a drunk driver, two and a half times over the limit. He walked away unharmed. I wanted to kill him. I was no stranger to killing. I had been in the infantry in Viet Nam. I had done things I would never tell anyone about. Things I was not proud of. So, I knew that I could kill that bastard. And I wanted to. But, the Courts of the State of Vermont prevented me from doing it by putting him in prison for twenty-five years to life. I was devastated. Losing my Sarah all but destroyed me. We had been living in the same house for the past fifteen years. To everyone we were Mother and Son-in-law. No one, not even the children knew the truth. After mom's second husband, "Uncle Freddy" was killed, also by a drunk; Mom, Rachel and I with the children bought house large enough for all of us. We lived like this through the loss of Rachel to a cerebral hemorrhage, until my youngest, Melissa moved out. Then Mom and I bought a small cottage and lived there together. It seemed the natural thing to do, a mother and Son-in-law living in the same house. All of the children came to the funeral. Sally and Freddy; and Terry, Deborah, Robert and little Melissa. They were all there. Trying to help me and help to ease the pain. Sally and Terry, who lived in Great Britain, wanted me to go back with them, but I couldn't. At fifty years old, I was alone, for the first time in my life. I found relief in the anti-depressants that the doctor gave me. The Valium and other drugs whose names I don't recall. For a couple of weeks I was in a drugged stupor. Hallucinating, thinking I was still making love to my Sarah and Rachel. My daughter, Deborah had stayed with me. Her husband, Dennis, was on an extended business trip. She nursed me back to sanity. She weaned me off of the drugs and forced me back into the classroom. Did I say that I am a full professor in Astro-physics in a rather reputable university in Vermont? Well, I am. And Debby brought me back to that world. It was difficult having Debby leave. I had come to lean on her and depend on her to keep me on the ground. But, when her husband returned, she went back to him. I was alone again, but now I could handle it a little better. I lived alone, teaching, attending meetings and doing research. Back to my life. One night, about three months after Debby left, I got home and checked my phone messages. Debby had left a message. She sounded upset. She wanted to talk to me; it was important. I immediately caller her. She was really upset. She had a fight with Dennis. She told him that she was pregnant. He went ballistic. He didn't want children. He had insisted that she have an abortion. If she didn't have it aborted, he would throw her out. She refused to end the pregnancy. I told her that she should come and stay with me. The next day Debby showed up at my front door. She was standing there with her bags in her hands. Debby was about 5'6, with short golden blonde hair. She had a small thin build, smallish breasts, slim waist, round hips with a lovely firm butt and wonderful shapely legs. Her belly showed the barest hint of her pregnancy. She was my beautiful daughter. I took her in my arms and hugged her. She started to weep. We went into the house and she went into Sarah's room. We sat on the bed and talked. She told me that before the marriage, Dennis said that he wanted to have kids. However, right after the wedding he changed his mind. "I don't want a sniveling, crapping, little turd around. My time is far too important to be wasted on something like that," he told her with a laugh. "I thought that he would change his mind when I told him that I was pregnant," she wept into my shoulder. Five months later Debby gave birth to my grandson, Daniel. Debby didn't want any part of Dennis so she gave Danny her maiden name, thus my grandson was named Daniel Matthew Matson. Shortly after Danny was born, Debby and Dennis were divorced. Debby got full custody of Daniel. Dennis gladly gave up all rights to him; in turn there would be no child support. I had argued that the bastard should pay something, but Debby was adamant about it. "I don't want him to have any connection with Daniel. Anyway I will be able to support my son all by myself," she told me. Just before getting pregnant, Debby had received her doctorate in genetic engineering. Her paper, on something far above my head, was very well received and she was offered a number of very lucrative job offers. After her breakup with Dennis, Debby accepted a job not far from the University where I taught. Over the next year, Debby, Danny and I lived in the cottage. Having Debby and Danny at home was heaven. I wasn't alone and I couldn't ask for better company. Debby was wonderful, witty and charming. It seemed that we were always laughing about something. After a bad or stressful day, I would calm down soon after getting home. Taking care of Danny was my joy, he was such a happy baby and although there were times he wasn't, they seemed to be few and far between (selective memory?). Each night Debby and I would have dinner together after putting Danny to bed. I have never been one for early dinners and neither was Debby. We would enjoy leisurely dinners and sometimes break open a bottle of wine. Afterwards, we would either do some work or sit and watch TV, doing more talking and laughing than watching. I would usually sit in my stuffed armchair and Debby would lounge on the sofa. There were times, after she had a tough day that we would sit on the sofa and cuddle. Sometimes, the three of us would go out to dinner. Debby wanted to take Danny, even when he was an infant because, as she said, "I want him to learn how to behave in a restaurant." I couldn't count the times when the waitress or waiter would tell me how beautiful "my son" was, or what a lovely wife and child I had. At first I would correct them, but I quickly stopped that and just thanked them, telling them that I wholeheartedly agreed. It gave me sort of a perverse pleasure to think that they thought an old man like me could have such a beautiful wife and son. When Debby would go on business trips, Danny and I would have Grandpa/Grandson, guy days. As far as I was concerned my life was perfect. About a year and a half after Danny was born, Debby had come back from a conference in England. After Debby put Danny to bed, we sat in the living room having a glass of wine, talking and laughing. She had told me about her presentation and the conference and I told her about the times Danny had going to the Zoo and park. Although we had not eaten, neither of us wanted to get up and prepare dinner. We had a couple glasses of wine and I was beginning to feel all warm and comfortable. I said that I was going up to my room to get changed and Deborah said she was too, but she was going to call for Chinese take out first. I thought that was a good idea. I came back down I was wearing a sweatshirt, a pair of flannel pants and slippers, a real fashion statement. Debby was wearing a heavy robe and a pair of fuzzy slippers. Like father, like daughter. As we were waiting for the food to be delivered, Debby opened another bottle of wine. As I nursed the glass of wine, the food came and we ate. The food made me feel better, but I still felt a little buzz We sat in the living room Debby on the couch and I in my armchair. She told me that she had visited her Aunt Sally and her brother Terry. Sally is my daughter and half sister and Terry is my son and nephew. Sally and Terry think that they are aunt and nephew. They are now married...to each other and have three children. I've known this for years and so did Mom. Debby said that she had suspected something but was surprised that her intuition was right. She had known that Sally always loved Terry, and that years ago, when they were in their teens, Terry had confided in her that if Sally wasn't his aunt he would have tried to seduce her. At the time Debby thought that it was so funny, her brother having the hots for his aunt. Even though Sally was only three months older than Terry. Debby told me that they are so happy that it was a pleasure to be with them. She was so pleased that they had found such happiness, something that has thus far eluded her. Then she laughed strangely and looked at me in a funny way. Debby was going to get up and fill the glasses once again, but I told her that I would do it. I got up and got the wine bottle and filled our glasses. When I returned, Debby patted the couch next to her and said, "Please sit with me, Dad." I sat down next to her and she put her arms around me and hugged me. "Dad, I don't know what I would have done without you. Taking me in like you did. Being here for Danny and me. You are so wonderful. "But, sometimes I wonder if you want to be stuck with Danny and me living here. I really don't want us to be a burden. Oh, Daddy, I love you so much," she said with a far away look on her face. "I love you, too. You and Danny. I love having you here with me. I wouldn't want it any other way," I said Then I asked, "Is this a way of telling me that you are leaving?" I was in a panic. Had Debby met someone? Was she going out of my life? I didn't know what to do. All of a sudden I realized that I was in love with my Debby. I wanted her to be with me forever. I didn't know what I would do if she left. "Do you want me to?" she asked smiling. "No, I don't ever want you and Danny to leave. But, that is selfish of me. I will understand if you want to. It would be easier to find someone you could love if you were on your own. Then you could find that happiness that has eluded you. You know that you will always have an available babysitter," I answered, my heart breaking but trying to take the high road. She laughed and said, "Daddy, you are the best baby sitter in the world, and as far as finding someone to love, I love you, and you are right here with me." We hugged tightly. I looked into her eyes and said, in a quiet voice, "Debby, I love you and I love having you here with me. But, you should have someone your own age, someone to be a father for Danny." Debby lightly kissed me and whispered, "Daddy, no one could be a better father for Danny than you. He loves you so much, and so do I." Then she kissed me on the lips. A hard passionate kiss. It took all of my will power not to return the kiss. But my body betrayed me; I began to get an erection. I pushed her away and sternly said, "Deborah, I am your father, you can't kiss me like that." She just smiled at me and whispered, "Why not Daddy? I know that you are my father, but I want you. I want you more than anything else in this world." I put my hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes and said softly, "Oh my sweet, beautiful Deborah, I love you so much...but that would be incest and..." She interrupted me and said, "Daddy, that is the last argument I would expect from you." "If you are talking about Terry and..." She put her finger on my lips, silencing me and said smiling, "I'm not talking about Sally and Terry. I'm talking about you and mom, and Grandma. "Daddy, my love, I know all of your secrets. I know that Mom was also your sister and that Grandma was your mother. Daddy you had four children with your sister and at least one child, Sally, with your mother, I don't know for sure about Freddy." I stammered, "But...how..." "Oh, my sweet loveable father, she laughed. "What do you think I do? I'm a geneticist. I work with DNA. "When I was in school, who's DNA do you think we look at first? Our own. It came as quite a shock when I first looked at mine. I thought that I screwed up the tests. But, after about a dozen or so times with the same result...I knew there was no mistake. My mother and father were brother and sister," she explained. As she talked I thought that I was lost, my whole world was falling around me, I didn't know what to say. I always thought that I would be able to keep that secret. We had never told anyone. We had worked out all of the documents to make it look like there was no familial connection between us. I looked down and started to cry, "Oh god, Debby, I'm so sorry." Debby took me in her arms and whispered in my ear, "There is nothing to be sorry about, my love, my daddy." I looked into her eyes and slowly brought she brought her lips to mine. She softly kissed my lips. I returned her kiss. Then, I kissed her again, a soft butterfly kiss. Then she pulled me into her and kissed me hard and passionately. I held her to me and returned the kiss with passion and lust. My tongue pushed between her lips and she immediately opened her mouth and accepted it. Our tongues caressed and explored each other's mouth. My hands caressed her body. Moving all over her back from her shoulders to her shapely, firm ass. She lay back on the couch, pulling me on top of her. I broke the kiss and began to kiss my way down her jaw and onto her neck. She held my head to her, moaning that she loved me and wanted me. I spread her robe open to find that she was naked underneath. I kissed down her chest and moved up her breast to her nipple. It was erect. I took her nipple in my mouth and softly sucked. Debby moaned and pressed my head into her chest. I continued to kiss and suck on her breast. Debby reached down put her hand into my pants and started to stroke my dick. I rose up and once again kissed her lips; I moved my hand moved between her legs. She spread them and I began to caress the lips of her vagina. I slowly ran my fingers up and down, feeling and spreading the wetness that was coming from her. I moved one and then two fingers into her vagina. Debby pushed her hips up into in hand and groaned louder, as I began to rub and tease her clitoris. She was pulling on my dick, stroking it harder and faster. Her soft hand felt fantastic and I knew that I would be coming if she continued. All of a sudden Debby let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck and mashed her lips into mine. She was pushing up into my hand as I flailed at her clitoris with my fingers. She began to screech "Oh DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU" Her body began to shake as she was over taken by her orgasm. She then went stiff and let out a high pitch whine. Her whine built into a scream and then a gasping for breath. I held her tightly as she orgasmed, I kissed her face, her neck and her lips. As she came down, Debby looked into my eyes and said, "Daddy, I want you, I need you in me...please make love to me." She was pulling my pants down as she said this. I lifted myself up and took off my sweatshirt. I looked down at Debby. I hadn't seen her body since I had last changed her diapers. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was a goddess, my Aphrodite, my Venus. Her breasts were firm and round, her areolas were like pink rose petals with their erect nipples slightly darker. She had a small waist and a flat belly. Her hips flared out accentuating their roundness. She had a small triangle of golden hair that went between her shapely legs, so light that it almost looked like down. I scooped her into my arms and carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom. I lay her on the queen-sized bed and whispered, "This is where I want to make love to you." Debby smiled up at me and as she held her arms out said, "Come to me my love, be mine as I will be yours." She spread her legs as I lowered my body onto her. I kissed her lips. She pushed her tongue into my mouth caressing and fondling my tongue. Debby reached down taking my erect dick into her hand and guided it between the lips of her vagina. I pushed my hips forward and the head of my dick entered her sopping wet channel. I looked down at her face. She was looking into my eyes and smiling. She silently mouthed, "I love you" as I pushed my dick further into her. I slowly continued to push my dick into her until I was completely inside her. Our hips were pressing together, our pubic hair entangled. I held still, fully inside of Debby. We looked into each other's eyes. We knew what we were doing. I was making love to my daughter and Debby was making love to her father. I lowered my head and softly kissed her lips. She returned my kiss with equal softness. I pulled my head back and looking in her eyes, I said, "Oh, Debby don't ever leave me. I couldn't live with out you. I love you so much." "Daddy, you have nothing to worry about, I am yours forever. I will never leave you...ever." I began to pull my dick out of her, I stopped when only the head was still in her and then I plunged back into her. As I rammed my dick back into her she gasped and threw her hips up into me. We entered into a rhythm. Plunge, withdraw, push up and fall back. Over and over we played the rhythm that has been played since Adam first met Eve. We played the music of love and we danced the dance of lovers. Nothing could bring two people closer, could create a union more intimate than we had at this moment. We entered a union that could only be made by two people, who had a complete commitment to each other. The commitment that Debby and I were making to each other right now. Not only the physical union of our bodies but a union of our spirits, of our souls. We were together and would never separate again. I was now plunging my dick into Debby with abandon. Debby had her legs locked around my waist, pulling me into her as deep as possible. I was moaning, just sounds no words, I was beyond words. Nothing I could say could be more eloquent than the passion and love that our bodies were expressing at this moment. Debby began screaming, "OH GOD DADDY, PLEASE...PLEASE...NOW... NOW... DON'T STOP, LOVE ME, FUCK ME, PLEASE DADDY. CUM FOR ME...CUM IN ME. I WANT YOU, I WANT YOU NOW." I had felt my own orgasm building, coming closer, becoming more and more imminent. But now as Debby began to scream, I lost the little control I had retained. I rammed my dick as far into her as I could. Pushing through her cervix and began to ejaculate into my loving daughter's womb. Again and again I shot my cum into her, and it seemed that with each pulse, Debby would spasm around my dick squeezing and sucking me with her vagina. I roared out as I was engulfed by the unbelievable pleasure. I was lost in a world of delight the likes of which I had never experienced. I was lost with this wonderful, beautiful woman who was loving me with everything in her body and soul. We were lost but we never wanted to find our way back. We wanted to remain here together, united, being one for the rest of time. But, it's as if the gods who created us, jealously guard that paradise of pleasure. They allow us to taste it for only a short while and then force us back into the mundane world we live in, no matter how we fight to remain. Slowly, ever so slowly our lust and passion abated, until finally spent, I collapsed onto the bed next to her. A Father's Story We lay there on the bed holding each other close. Quietly whispering of our love. Lightly kissing and fondling and eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. When I awoke in the morning I just stared into the dark and listened to the deep even breaths of this beautiful woman sleeping in my arms. I had no feelings of guilt or regret, just joy in finding a woman who I loved and who loved me with all of her heart. As the sun came up and the room brightened, Debby began to wake and stretched. I pulled her a little closer. With her eyes closed, she smiled and said, "Good morning, my love. Have you been awake long?" "A while, I was just enjoying having you in my arms and watching you sleep. Oh, Debby, I love you so much." "And I love you, Daddy. I love you more than I have ever loved any other man. "Daddy, I am so happy here with you, I have my love and our son. What more could I want? I never want to leave," she told me softly. I held her close, "You will never have to leave. I want you here with me forever." We kissed and I began to caress her breast. "MMOOOOMMMMMMYYYY... POPPPPYYY," a little voice shouted. Debby and I both started to laugh. As she got up she smiled, "I'll get him." "Okay, you take care of Danny and I'll get breakfast." Saturday morning breakfast was pankies (Pancakes), one half slice of bacon and chocolate milk for Danny and a little more for Debby and I.. After a leisurely breakfast (well about as leisurely as a breakfast can be, with an eighteen month old little boy) we spent the morning cleaning and doing laundry. After lunch, we put Danny in for a nap. I sat in my chair and Debby came and sat on my lap, kissing me and holding me close. As we sat there I gave her the full, unabridged, unedited history of the Matson Family, at least from 1968, when I was drafted. I told her how Mom and I first made love in Columbia, South Carolina, right after I got out of Basic Training and that she had gotten pregnant that weekend. How my sister Rachel and I first made love while I was on Christmas Leave. And about that last weekend at home before being shipped to Southeast Asia, when I impregnated her. She found that fact that they didn't tell me about the pregnancies to be funny. Laughing that it must have been quite a surprise to come home to two children. She did understand Uncle Freddy's reluctance in telling me. I told her all I knew about their move from Chicago to Vermont, the purchase of the Restaurant and how the families grew. I did confirm her suspicions that Freddy was my son and about the situation with Uncle Freddy and Mom. I talked and talked, telling Debby everything about the family. Answering all of her questions. I talked until Danny woke from his nap. This was the time that Danny was weepy and clingy. When Debby wasn't around, Poppy was a suitable replacement, but when Debby was around all he wanted was MOMMY. We went shopping that afternoon, for groceries and household items. We were like a married couple with their young son and we were reveling in it. That evening after bathing Danny and putting him to bed, Debby and I had dinner. After cleaning up, we sat on the couch, cuddling. Debby told me that it was her turn to talk. She told me that after she came to accept that her mother and father were brother and sister, she went over her DNA with a fine-toothed comb. She searched for genetic defects or weaknesses. She found nothing, no problems at all. When she was in England she tested Terry, Sally and the three children. Again nothing, no problems. She even tested Danny and found nothing. She told me that she wanted to test Freddy, Robert and Melissa but she really didn't think that she would find any problems. She wasn't sure how to go about it. She didn't want to have to tell them. Then she put her head on my chest and said, "Daddy, I want to tell you something and I ask that you just listen." I nodded, keeping silent. Debby went on, "Soon after the wedding, I realized that I had made a mistake, a big one, when I married Dennis. I came to realize that all he was interested in was conquest. He would do or say anything to get a woman into bed. Even, it appears marry them. But, once he had his way with you, he slowly lost interest. "This is what happened with me, shortly after we were married things started to go slow down until there was very little sexual contact between us. I knew that he was having affairs. At first I was crushed, but soon I stopped caring." I wanted to ask, why in gods name did you let him get you pregnant? But, I said nothing. "Daddy, I knew that if I got pregnant it would end the marriage. But, there was no way I wanted to have that bastard's baby. "While I was here with you after Grandma died, I would have sex with you. You were always calling me by Mom's name or Grandma's name, you were loving them in your mind while you loved me with your body...Daddy...Danny is not only your grandson...but he is also your son. Please Daddy, please don't hate me," she said weeping. I couldn't believe what I was hearing...I had unknowingly made my own daughter pregnant and she gave birth to my Danny...my son? I held her tight and lifted her face to me. It was wet with her tears and I began to kiss them away. I looked into her eyes and softly said, "Oh, my Debby, my love, my beauty, I love you...more than anything, I could never hate you. I couldn't be happier knowing that Danny is my son. Now things made sense. Why she didn't want anything from Dennis, why she tested Danny and why she called Danny our son this morning. I held her tight and kissed her. The kiss became more and more passionate, our lips crushed together and our tongues danced. When the kiss broke. I looked her in the eyes and smiled. She smiled at me, "Daddy, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." "Oh, Debby, we will always be together. Raising our son and loving each other, forever." I picked her up and carried her up the stairs and into my...no...OUR bedroom. I lay her on the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. I slowly stripped her. First I removed her blouse then her skirt, the bra, the pantyhose and panties. I sat up and removed my clothes. I lay down next to her and pulled her naked body into mine. We crushed our lips together, mouths open and tongues meeting and caressing. My hands were all over her back, from her shoulders to her round firm ass. She was holding me tightly to her. Her hands were pulling me as close to her as possible. I began to kiss her cheeks to her jaw and down to her neck. I kissed down her neck, chest to her breast. I kissed the nipple and took it into my mouth and sucked. She moaned and held my head to her. I moved from one breast to the other and back again. While I sucked on one breast I would fondle the other with my hand. The aroma of her body was fantastic. I began to kiss and lick my way down her body. Over her firm stomach, down to her golden triangle of pubic hair. The scent of her body combining with the aroma of her sex was an intoxicant. I breathed her fragrance in. Breathing deeply, getting high on my daughter's perfume. My dick had been hard but now it was like a steel beam jutting out of my body. Lower and lower I went, until I was lying between those magnificent shapely legs. I was kissing her thighs, moving from the tops to the inner thigh. Kissing, licking, loving my beautiful daughter. I spread her vaginal lips with my fingers and began to lick the wet warm folds of her vulva. Debby gasped when I stuck my tongue into her. Her hands went to the back of my head and pushed my face into her cunt. She was wet. Her juices were oozing from her vagina. I drank from her fountain, as I drank from her mother's fountain; as I drank from her grandmother's fountain. She was delicious. Wonderfully, deliciously exhilarating. I was reveling in the thrill of the moment. I inserted one finger into her and then another. I moved my face up a little and began to attend to her clitoris. As I began to suck on her little button she groaned and pushed on my head even harder. I became crazed wanting more and more of her taste, her aroma, her flavor. I attacked her clit. I sucked, licked and blew on that organ of pleasure. Debby, screamed out her pleasure. Her body stiffened and began to spasm as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. I continued worshiping at her sexual altar until, finally her body went limp. She was spent. I lifted up and kissed her. Her nectar was all over my face and fingers. I licked my fingers, enjoying the flavor. Debby began to lick my face, cleaning her off her wetness. "Oh my god, Daddy, that was unbelievable. No one has ever done that to me before, no one has ever made me feel like that. Oh god ...I love you." Debby then pushed me onto my back. She lifted up and moved her leg over my hips. She took my dick in her hand and guided it into her. When the head of my cock was in her she dropped down skewering herself on my rock hard dick. "I want you, my love...I have to have you in me. I need you in me," she groaned She lifted herself up until only the tip of my dick was still in her and then dropped down onto me. Again and again she lifted and dropped. As she dropped, I pushed my hips up, meeting her and forcing my dick into her. She was riding me like I have never been ridden before. Her breasts were bouncing and jiggling. Her head was thrown back as she bucked on me. A low moan was coming from deep in her throat. She then fell onto me and began to kiss me with an unbelievable fury. Mashing her lips into mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth. She didn't stop riding my dick, in fact she became wilder and wilder with pounding her cunt onto my dick. As she bounced on me, I joined her in the furious fucking. I slammed my dick up into her, faster and faster, harder and harder. Fucking each other with wild abandon. I was very quickly loosing all control and I felt the stirrings of my orgasm start deep within my balls. I roared out my love for Debby, "I'd going to cum, I'm going to cum." "Yes, Daddy, yes, cum for me. Put your cum into me. I want all of your cum. Please, Daddy, please, give me your wonderful seed. Give me another baby, make me pregnant." Hearing Debby beg me to give her another child drove me over the top. I stiffened, grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me. I pushed my hips up, driving my dick as deep into her body as I could. And I came. I ejaculated into her, shooting my sperm, my life giving seed into her young fertile womb. Again and again my dick spasmed and unloaded into her body. As my dick twitched inside her body, Debby went into her orgasm. She grabbed me and held me with a strength that I never expected. She stifled her screams by biting my shoulder. The pain was exquisite. The blending of the pain and pleasure made the pleasure that much more intense. She trembled and shook as her orgasms washed over and through her. Our bodies were aglow with the sweat of our lovemaking. The night air was made cooler by the evaporation of our sweat, so I reached down and pulled the sheet and comforter over us. We lay there for a long time. Debby's body on top of mine. Holding each other and cuddling. Later, she moved next to me and fell asleep in my arms. I awoke with Debby cleaning my shoulder. She was visibly upset. She had tears in her eyes. When I opened my eyes, she looked at me, "Daddy, I had no idea that I had hurt you, I bit you and drew blood, Oh god, Daddy, I'm so sorry...please forgive me." "My love, you didn't hurt me. It was wonderful, now you have marked me as yours. I can never belong to another. I am yours forever, branded by my daughter'" I said smiling. It was very early, our son was still sleeping. OUR SON, our son. The idea gave me such joy, so much happiness. I was truly alive again. I had a new wife and a new son. I was in heaven. We went into the bathroom to shower. I looked at my shoulder in the mirror. Debby had truly marked me. I could see the teeth marks and the dried blood, it would scar up nicely. Debby was still apologizing, and cleaning it up. I told her not to worry as I was going to take a shower and would clean it then. "Oh, you're going to take a shower...what about me? I guess I will stand out here waiting for you to finish and then I can take a shower. You can just wash your back BY YOURSELF" I grabbed her and pulled her into me and kissed her. "You're going to stand out here and wait for me to finish...I don't think so. I don't ever want to have to wash my own back again. And I want to be the only one to wash your back...and front...and sides...et cetera...et cetera...et cetera," I laughed. We got into the shower, and we washed each other, very slowly and thoroughly. As we rinsed off, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I lowered her onto my erection and we made slow, sweet love. Once again I ejaculated into Debby's body, as she came on my dick. We just held onto each in the spray of the shower. After getting out of the shower and drying off, Debby put some antibiotics on my shoulder and then bandaged it. As we were making the bed, our son woke up and started to scream for his MOMMY. Debby went to change Danny and get him dressed and I went to make coffee and breakfast. Debby did not get pregnant that night. But, about two months later, she told me that she had missed her period. The instant test indicted that she was pregnant and a visit to the doctor's office confirmed that. We were going to have another child. I would have another grandchild/son or daughter. Debby told every one that she wanted another child and was not going to tie herself to another husband. She could do it on her own. This was accepted by every one. I am sure that there was talk about her being single and having a child but that was all. But then, who would expect that she was pregnant by her father. Sure she lived with him, but he was a live-in babysitter. When Debby was in her fifth month, and showing her pregnancy beautifully, I received a phone call from my youngest, Melissa. No she wasn't my youngest...she was my youngest daughter. She was my baby girl. Melissa said that she hadn't seen me or her sister and her nephew in such a long time she was going to come to Vermont and visit. She is an elementary school teacher in Boston. She said that she was going to drag her brother, Robert along. I laughed and said that I couldn't imagine that he could spend a weekend without going into the office. She laughingly promised that he would be here. But she couldn't promise that he wouldn't call the office. Robert was an attorney with a corporate law office just outside of Boston. He had gone through a rather nasty divorce about a year ago and had thrown himself into his work. I had been worried about him, after the divorce, but Melissa told me that she would keep an eye on him. She said that every once in a while she would drag him out on a double date or would set him up with one of her friends. Debby had told Melissa and Robert about her pregnancy, but not who the father was. Melissa seemed to understand but Robert in his pompous way thought that it was terrible. Especially, because Dad would be stuck with raising the baby. They showed up on Friday afternoon. There were hugs and kisses all around. It only took Danny a few minutes to warm up to his aunt and uncle. I am always amazed when I see Robert with children, especially with Danny. It's no more mister big corporate attorney, but a warm wonderful person, who is on the floor rolling around and wrestling with Danny. He even insisted in giving Danny his bath. I don't know who splashed more. Robert was soaked. After putting Danny to bed we had dinner. It was a great time, we talked and laughed. It was a family dinner. We had not had such a time in a long while. But, there seemed to be a slight tension in the air, Robbie, was more a Robert, a bit formal. My little Lissa was fidgety and wouldn't look at me in the eyes. I just passed it off as a reaction to seeing Debby pregnant. After dinner we were sitting in the living room. Me in my armchair, Debby in the rocking chair we had bought and Robert and Melissa sitting on opposite ends of the couch. The girls (I should say women...but...they will always be my little girls...a father's prerogative) were drinking tea and Robert and I were having a glass of wine. After a while it looked like Melissa was getting a little upset. She looked down at the floor and said, "Daddy, Debby, I have something to tell you." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Please listen... this is very difficult...I'm pregnant. "Please don't be angry, please don't hate me," she said very softly. Debby got up and went over to her and put her arm around Melissa's shoulders and hugged her. It was obvious that Robert knew, I thought that's why she brought him, for support. I looked at her and said, "Lissa, I could never hate you. Tell me, are you happy about the pregnancy?" She looked up with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh yes Daddy, I want this baby." "Does the father know?" I asked. "Yes, he knows and he is very happy about it." "Oh, baby, why didn't you bring..." Then it hit me...she did bring him, the father of Melissa's baby was here sitting next to Debby. Robert and Melissa were going to have a baby. I looked at them sitting on the couch. Melissa and Robert were looking dejectedly at the floor and Debby was desperately fighting to suppress her laughter. Debby looked up at me smiling and said in a quiet voice, "It's in the genes." Either they didn't hear what Debby said or were not paying attention, because neither responded to her comment. All of a sudden, Robert stood up and in his most senatorial voice started, "Father, Deborah, I know that you are shocked and you may even be disgusted with us, but we are in love. We love each other with all of our hearts..." "ROBERT, I interrupted, "Sit down, we don't need any closing arguments. We understand. Things like this happen..." "FATHER, you don't really understand how..." Debby looked at him and said rather sternly, "Robert, sit down, we understand a lot more than you know." Melissa looked confused, "What are you talking about, how can you possibly understand? You don't know anything about what we feel." As Melissa was speaking, Debby got off of the couch and walked over to me. She turned and sat down on my lap. I put my arms around her and rested my hands on her swollen belly. As Debby got up, Robert scooted over next to his sister and put his arm around her, as if protecting her. Melissa, still confused, looked at us and went on, "What's going on..." Then the realization hit her, her jaw dropped, "Daddy? Debby? Oh...my." Robert was still all confused. "Dad, what the hell is going on? What the hell...is...going...Holy Christ," he said as it finally sunk into his brain. He stared at Debby and me. We sat there, Debby on my lap, leaning back against my body. My arms still around her, holding her belly where our child was growing. Robert's mouth moved but no sound came out. He pulled Melissa tighter into him, looked at her and then turned to us. He shook his head and laughed quietly. "At first, when I realized what was going on here, I was going to scream, my father and sister having a baby...that's incest, its wrong, morally reprehensible, illegal. Then it hit me, the reason that we came to visit, was to tell you that my sister and I are having a baby. He went on, "To insist that you accept our situation and not accept yours. That is wrong, morally reprehensible...but not illegal." A Father's Story "I really need a drink, not wine but a good strong one. Dad?" I said, "Just another glass of wine, will do." Melissa got up with Robert and to get tea for her and Debby. While they were in the kitchen, Debby turned to me and whispered in my ear, "I really don't think that we should go into the whole family history. I'm not sure that Robbie would be able to handle it." "I agree, and I think that we should wait until tomorrow to tell them about Sally and Terry," I said softly. Debby leaned over and softly kissed my lips. "I love you," she said. Robbie came back into the living room with his drink and my wine and Lissa brought tea for her and Debby. "Because, we mothers-to-be shouldn't be drinking." Once again they were my children, Robbie and Lissa. For the rest of the night, we talked about how things turned out the way they did. They told Debby and I how neither Lissa nor Robbie could find anyone that they could really feel close to. How slowly they started to spend more and more time with each other. One evening, after both of them having extremely tough days, they had dinner at Lissa's apartment. Afterwards, they were sitting on the couch and cuddling. As children they would often comfort each other by cuddling on the couch or armchair. But, they were no longer children. As they sat there, they looked into each other's eyes and kissed. They ended up making love there on the couch. As they lay with their arms around each other, they realized that they had found the person that they wanted to be with, forever. After that first night, they would use condoms, most of the time. Obviously not often enough, because here they were, in their father's cottage telling him and their sister that they were going to have a baby. Debby then told Robbie and Lissa about her marriage to Dennis. How things began to fall apart, rather quickly. She even told them about making love to me after their Grandmother died. That Danny was my son and their brother. She told them that she wanted children, but not Dennis' children. How after telling Dennis that she was pregnant, he went ballistic and bodily threw her out. She came here to stay with me; the way everything developed and now we are expecting our second child. We talked about a lot of other things and went up to bed after midnight. As we went upstairs to bed, Debby laughed that now that everything was out in the open, there would be no problems with the sleeping arrangements. As we lay in bed holding each other, we talked about the evening. Debby jokingly said, "I'm going to start a search for an incest gene. Because there must be something to it, as it seems to run wild in our family." We both laughed, holding on to each other. It seemed that the tension and stress of this evening really wore us out. We both fell into a deep slumber. The next morning we all had breakfast together. Danny had to sit between "Ann Lissy" and "Unta Hobby" I made happy face pancakes for everyone. Robby and Lissa were ecstatic about happy face pancakes. "It's been years since I have had one...I guess that I am going to have to learn how to make them," Robby laughed as he looked at Lissa, with love in his eyes. Lissa laughed and said, "Well you better start soon, because you will have to practice a lot to become as good as Dad" I interjected, "Don't worry, Robbie, you will have plenty of time to learn to make the perfect pancake. Your children will never remember your mistakes. You guys don't." At that point Danny started to bang on the table and yell "PANKIE." He was hungry and having us sitting and talking about pancakes wasn't getting them made. That afternoon, as Danny napped, Debby and I told them about Terry and Sally. We also talked about what we were going to do, as the world was not at the point where it would accept us or our love. What to do...where to go... Debby and I had decided that we would stay right here, living as we have for the past few years. Everyone around us knew that Debby was a single mother and went to a fertility clinic to get pregnant. Robby said that he had been contemplating a job change. He had been with this firm for a couple of years and although he liked working there and they liked him, it was a small firm and movement to partner was slow. A few firms had sent feelers out to him. He had responded to them by saying he would have to think about it. Now, he was going to look a lot closer at the firms that were out of the area. We spent the rest of the weekend doing things that families do. Go shopping, walking to the park, just enjoying each other's company. There were hugs and kisses as they left, even some tears. A lot from Danny and some from the rest of us. As the time went by, Debby became bigger. I loved sitting with her on the couch with my hands on her belly. Every time I felt our baby move or kick, I would get excited and tell her what the baby was doing. Yea, like she really needed to be told. Debby would laugh, "Yes Dad, I know. Every time the baby moves I feel it." "I know, I know, it's just that when I feel it, I get so happy, that I want to shout it to the world. Our baby is kicking. "It's funny," I said, looking at Debby's beautiful face, "Except for Terry and Sally, I have felt all of my children move and kick while they were in their mother's womb. But, I still get so excited when I feel our child inside of you. "I think that I would get just as excited if we had ten more children, I will never get over it." Debby looked at me and said in a mock stern voice, "If you think that we are going to have ten more children, you are nuts." I grabbed her and held her close, "You are right, I am nuts...crazy...out of my mind. But, you have made me that way. It's all your fault that I love you so much." Debby held my head and with her face inches from mine softly said, "Guilty as charged, I am guilty of loving you, of wanting you, of needing you more than anything in the world." She pulled me into her and kissed me long and hard. Her hand moved down and slipped into my pants. She grabbed my cock and began to pump it. It became hard in seconds. She pulled my pants down and then lowered herself to her knees. She pushed my legs apart and began to kiss the tip of my dick. She kissed it all over licking the pre cum that was leaking out of it. She then took my dick into her mouth. She began to suck it. Moving her head up and down. I pushed back on the couch the feeling of Debby sucking my dick was breathtaking. I wasn't going to last long and I told her so. Debby just started to suck harder and I groaned and began to shoot my cum into her warm mouth. I shot load after load into her mouth. She swallowed it all. When I stopped coming she licked the last of it off the tip of my dick. I helped her up and took her in my arms. I kissed her long and hard, my tongue searching her mouth tasting my cum. We went up to bed and slept in each other's arms. The weeks passed quickly, soon we were nearing the time that Debby would be giving birth. Lissa was on call to come up from New York City to be with Danny while his mother was in the hospital. Lissa and Robbie had moved to New York City. Robbie had changed firms, he was now a New York corporate lawyer. I didn't think that he could become more pompous, I was wrong. At times he would become unbearable. Then Melissa would have to cut him down a notch or two. Lissa was hired as a teacher with the New York Board of Education. As it was early June and as Lissa was out of school having left her job in Boston when they moved to New York, she decided to come up to Vermont before Debby went into labor and stay with us. We were lucky she did. The morning after Melissa arrived, Debby went into labor. I took Debby to the hospital and Lissa took care of Danny. It was a rather short labor, only six hours. Danny had been about twelve hours. Sure, I can say short...it wasn't me in all of that pain. I was with her all of the time. I was there to see my daughter give birth to my son. I cut the umbilical cord and I was the one who handed Debby her second son, Joseph Edward Matson. He was beautiful, perfect in every way (a completely unbiased opinion). He screamed like a banshee, loud and long. Although her milk hadn't come in yet, Debby nursed him. He quieted down right away. Two days later mother and son came home. We had put a crib in our room. We wanted Joey near us during the night. It was so much easier to bring him to Debby for feeding. Having Joey in our room turned out to be a good thing, as Debby became sick the day after she got back from the hospital. I took her to the doctor; it was a bad summer cold. The doctor made sure that the medication that she gave Debby wouldn't get into the breast milk. So for the first two weeks after coming from the hospital, Debby didn't get out of bed. Lissa and I waited on her. We would bring her food, tea, and Joey, when he was hungry. Debby didn't change a diaper during that time. For as bad as Debby felt, Lissa was in her glory. She just loved taking care of Danny and Joey. "Thanks to you, I will be a very experienced mother by the time my baby comes," she told Debby laughingly. Robby came up on the weekends. He really got into the "father" thing. He would change Joey's diaper and he took special care of Danny. Lissa and Robby were absolutely wonderful. It would have been so much more difficult without them. At first Danny loved his brother. Joey was new, something funny to look at and sometimes touch. But, the novelty soon wore off and Danny decided that it was time to send Joey back. He was noisy and smelly; send him back. When he realized that this noisy, smelly thing was here to stay, Danny was not a happy camper. So, Debby and I would spend a lot of time with him and would go out of our way to make him feel special. It took some time but the household eventually settled down. It was with mixed feelings that Lissa left, I was sad that she was going, but I wanted to get back to my life with Debby and the boys. We had been living in an exhausted daze. Feeding Joey every four hours didn't leave much time for sleep. And with Danny up during the day, taking a nap was out of the question. We had not made love since before Joey was born. Finally, at about one month, Joey slept through the night. Six whole hours of uninterrupted sleep, what joy. The next evening after putting the boys to bed, Debby and I decided to splurge and called for Chinese take out. We opened a bottle of wine with dinner. Later we sat on the couch in each other's arms, slowly sipping the last of the wine. As we sat there I leaned over and softly kissed her lips. Then as we parted and looked into each other's eyes, it was like a tsunami of lust suddenly swept over us and we grabbed each other and our lips crushed together. Tongues battling in our mouths. We ripped off our clothes, throwing them all over the living room. She opened her legs wide for me and I moved between them I lowered my head and began to kiss her breast. When I kissed her nipple I tasted Debby's milk. She was leaking. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. I was rewarded with a gasp from Debby and a mouth full of her warm sweet milk. I loved it. Debby moaned, "Yes Daddy, Yes, suck me, let me feed you. It feels so good." As I continued to drink from my daughter's breast, she reached down and grabbed my dick. She tugged on it, pulling me between her open legs. I went with her hand and when I felt the tip touch the sopping lips of her vulva I slammed into her. She shoved her hips up to meet my thrust, and wrapped her legs around my thighs. There was nothing gentle of soft about our lovemaking. We were fucking in every sense of the word. This was rutting at its most basic level, hard and furious. There was no thought other than our own needs. We were searching for that release, to shed the tensions of the last few weeks. To feel the pleasure that had been denied us, the pleasure that we could only find with one another. No one else could give me the pleasure that Debby could and she only wanted to be pleasured by me. As we pounded into each other, her breast went dry, so I moved to the other and began to feast on it. Debby was purring, "Oh Daddy, suck me, feed on my breast, drink my milk, suck me suck...Oh Daddy fuck me fuck me hard...please...please fuck me." I continued to slam my dick into her and she began to whimper, not saying words just a long high pitch whine. I knew that my love was starting to orgasm and I redoubled my efforts. I was like a wild man pummeling into her. I lifted myself off her so that I could fuck her harder and faster. Debby was crying out, screaming out as she reached the height of her pleasure. Her legs were crushing my hips. Her hands were gripping my back and her nails were digging into my skin. Feeling the pain from her nails pushed me over the edge. With one tremendous thrust I rammed my dick as far as I could and exploded into her. All of the semen that my body had been producing during the past weeks shot into her. I yelled to her and I came, and came, and came. I filled her to overflowing and still I came. Shooting my hot potent fluid into her body. Finally my dick slowed and stopped spewing into her. I lowered my body on top of her and moved to my side. I was holding on to her tightly, breathing heavily, listening to her hard fast breaths. She looked at me and said, "Ooohhh Daddy, oh Daddy." I smiled at her, "Oh Debby, my Debby." We lay on the couch for a long while and got up and went to shower. Debby had once again marked me as hers. The scratches on my back bled, but weren't deep. They weren't bleeding when we got out of the shower. We went to bed. Joey let us have another six hours of sleep. We needed it. Debby and I started to get back to having dinner after the boys were put to bed. We would make dinner and sometimes on the weekends we would break open a bottle of wine. We made a point of only having the wine after Joey's last feeding. And then she wouldn't feed him for at least two to two and a half hours after her last glass of wine. Now that he was sleeping through the night there was no real problem. In mid July, Terry and Sally called to tell us that they were coming to the States, on vacation for a few weeks. This was wonderful news, we hadn't seen them since Mom died and their children had never been here. They knew about Joey, but we hadn't told them about us, just a little revenge for the way they had told Mom and I, about their situation. Melissa and Robert were really excited; they had never met their two nieces and nephew. About a week later I took the van to Boston's Logan International Airport. I stood waiting for my son and daughter to come down the ramp with my grandchildren. I couldn't believe that I was so excited. I really wanted to see them. When Chrissy and Miley saw me they ran to me screaming "GRANPA." There were hugs and kisses. Chrissy and Mikey wouldn't let me go but little Sarah was still shy. It was wonderful hearing my grandchildren speak. Their British accents music to my ears. I commented that Terry and Sally were starting to sound British. We got the bags and piled into the van. On the drive home, Terry started to question me about Danny and Joey. Terry and Sally had never seen them in person. When we got home, it was pandemonium. The children were running around and exploring the house. Danny quickly got over his shyness and wouldn't leave his cousins alone and Sarah got into the spirit of things rather quickly. Soon after buying the cottage, Mom and I had the attic finished off. It became one large bedroom. This was where the children would be sleeping. Sally and Terry would be sleeping in "Debby's bedroom" and Debby would be in Danny's room. The day flew by. Robert and Melissa arrived after lunch. They were just thrilled at seeing their aunt and brother and their nieces and nephew. Dinner was mayhem, with the laughing, shouting and the children fooling around. Finally, after putting the children to bed the six of us were sitting in the living room talking. Terry, who was not really comfortable with the way Debby had Joey, started to question her about what she knew about the father. He wanted to know how old he was. "He is a bit older than me." His background. "Well I know that he has a doctorate." Did he have any other children? "Yes he has a couple of children." This went on Terry asking all sorts of questions and Debby giving vague answers. Debby and I were having fun and it is a testament to our self-control that we didn't break out laughing. We kept straight faces during the questioning. So did Robbie and Lissa. They were really enjoying the show. Finally, Terry asked if the father used illegal drugs. Debby said, "No, I know for a fact he does not use illegal drugs." Then Terry shot, "Well, did he ever use them?" Debby, looked at Terry as if she was thinking deeply, very slowly she said, "I don't know...I really don't know if he ever used drugs in the past." She turned to me and asked, "Dad, did you ever use drugs?" I very seriously answered, "Well I did smoke some marijuana when I was in Viet Nam, but nothing since I came home." Sally put her hands up covering her open mouth and said, "Oh my god." Terry was staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. I gave a small smile and softly said, "Surprise." Debby got up out of the rocking chair and came over and sat in my lap. I put my arms around her. Sally started to giggle. Lissa and Robbie were laughing. Terry shook his head. He looked up at Debby and I. "What kind of family is this? My aunt and I have three children, my father and sister have a child..." Debby held up two fingers. "Correction, my father and sister have TWO children and my younger sister and brother here are going to have a child in a couple of months. What are you going to tell me next, that Mom was your mother too?" I looked at them and softly said, "No I'm not going to tell you that Rachel was my mother...she was my sister." Sally said, "My god, you're serious." The six of us sat in silence for a couple of moments. Robbie and Lissa looked astounded. Debby got up off my lap and said, "I think that we could all use a good, strong drink," as she went into the kitchen. Sally got up off of the couch and knelt before me. She took my hands in hers and looked into my eyes. "You're my father." It was a statement, not a question. I nodded my head. She brought my hands to her face and rubbed them with her cheek. She then kissed them. Her tears were falling onto my hands. I pulled her up to my lap and she wrapped her arms around my neck and wept. I held her tightly. Debby had come in with the drinks and put them on the coffee table. She sat down on the couch, next to her two brothers and sister. We sat like this for a long time. The only sound was Sally's weeping, which slowly stopped. "Dad," Terry said breaking the silence, "Tell us what happened." "Please, tell us," Robbie added Once again I told the story that I swore I would take to my grave. They listened in silence, only breaking it to ask a question or ask for clarification. When I finished the story and all questions were answered, Sally got up off of my lap and went over to Terry. She sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck. "Nephew, cousin, brother...only labels and the only label that I care about is Husband," Sally said to Terry and then she kissed him. Their kiss was passionate and long. Their mouths were open and tongues were caressing. When they broke the kiss, Terry looked at me and said, "Dad, watching you tell us about you and our family, I think that you will want to hear what I'm going to say. Now, understand in my mind you have done nothing to be forgiven for. But, I think you need to hear this. I forgive you." A Father's Story Sally smiled and said, "I agree with everything my husband said and like him I forgive you." Lissa and Robbie added their forgiveness. Tears were running down my face. I began to weep. Debby came to me and took my hand and led me to the couch. I sat there with my five children, weeping, deep heart wrenching sobs. I kept repeating, "I'm sorry...I'm so so sorry." Robert began to speak, "Dad, as I said, you have done nothing that needs forgiveness. If you are guilty, you are guilty of loving. Loving our mothers. And we are the product of that love, as our children are the product of our love. "I only hope that when my child...children (?) are grown, that I have the strength and the wherewithal to tell them of my love for their mother and her love for me." I looked at the clock; it was 2:00 am. Sally also looked and said, "I'm exhausted, lets go to bed." We all got up and went upstairs, leaving the now warm, diluted drinks sat on the table untouched. Sally and Terry went into the now correctly named, spare bedroom, Lissa and Robbie went into Danny's room and Debby and I went into our bedroom. As we lay in bed, Debby had her head on my chest. She asked, "Feel better now that everything is in the open?" "I probably feel better than I would if I had been run over by a herd of buffalo, but that's about it," I answered. I could feel her laughter as she whispered, "You'll see it will be better in the morning." "I'm sure it will be, Deb." We fell asleep arms around each other. Debby was right, the next morning was a lot better. It was a crazy morning, the children were so excited about being together. Chrissy was like a mother hen with Danny, helping him into his high chair, bringing him his food; just taking care of him. Danny was eating up all of the attention that was being lavished on him. Debby laughed as she gave Chrissy a hug, "Boy, will I miss you when you go home. Then I will have to start working again." The only thing that changed with my children was that Sally was much more affectionate towards me. She would hug me a lot, touch my arm, my shoulder and hold my hand. She had called me either Terry or Dad, but now it was Daddy. That afternoon, Sally and I were home alone, the others had gone to the mall. I was sitting in my chair looking at some bills. Sally came into the living room and put the papers aside and sat in my lap. She put her arms around my neck and nestled her face into my shoulder. I had my arms around her. I felt her shake, like she was weeping. She held me even tighter and started sobbing. I felt like my heart was breaking. I whispered, "Oh Sally, I'm so sorry." She lifted her head and looking into my eyes said, "No, Daddy, I'm not sad; I am happy, so happy. Please don't feel bad. She put her head down on my chest and continued, "When I was young, after we moved into the big house, I used to dream that you were my real father. I wanted you to be my "Daddy", like you were Terry's and Debby's and Robert's. Now that dream has come true. You are my Daddy and I love you so much." "You have always been my Sally, my daughter. I love you my baby." We sat in the chair and cried in each other's arms. When the others got back, we were in the kitchen starting dinner. It was another noisy, rambunctious meal in the Matson house. I was in my glory. I enjoyed every minute, every scream, every laugh and giggle. It was wonderful. After putting the children to bed, and going up to quiet them about a half dozen times, the six of us sat in the living room. Terry, Debby and I had bourbon, whereas Sally, Melissa and Robert had wine. After talking about the day, Terry asked me, "Why now, Dad? Why tell us now?" Debby interrupted, "That was my doing. You see, I have known for years." Every one looked at me, "You told Debby, years ago?" asked Robbie. Lissa hit him on the shoulder, "Dummies, Dad didn't tell Debby. "I ask you, what is her doctorate in? G E N E T I C S...probably the first DNA she looked at was her own. Even an undergraduate in genetics would be able to figure out that Debby's mother and father were closely related. "What I want to know is, When did you tell Dad that you knew, Debby?" Debby was laughing, "About a year and a half ago." Lissa turned to me, "You tell us about it Dad.' I gave a sad smile (I was thinking of my Rachel, Sarah and Uncle Freddy) and I told them of everything that happened. About Rachel having a different sur-name than I had. About the Maryland marriage license. About all of the efforts that we took so that no one...absolutely no one could fine a familial connection. All of that work, to be undone by a simple DNA test. To say that I was in shock was to say nothing. Now the only one who didn't know was my son Freddy. I then started to tell stories about Uncle Freddy. Mostly for Sally's sake. I wanted her to know about her "Father". How he loved her unconditionally. How her and her brother were the lights of his life. I told them all of what he taught me and how I got home early for Christmas leave. But not what happened on Christmas leave. Hey, I have to have some secrets. The rest of Terry and Sally's vacation was pandemonium, but the most fun I had in years. The day came that we all took Sally, Terry and the children to Logan airport. It was so hard to say goodbye. There were promises to visit, after the birth of Robbie's and Lissa's baby. Debby and I went home with our two boys. A family, Debby's and my family. The next few months flew by. In no time Debby and the boys and I were on our way to New York City. Lissa was getting close to delivering her first child. We all arrived on Thursday and Lissa went into labor on Saturday. It was a long (27 hours) hard labor. But at the end of it, Lissa and Robbie had a perfect, beautiful (again a completely unbiased opinion) baby girl, Laura Rachel Matson. When Lissa came home with Laura, I was there. I held my grand child, my beautiful, lovely grand daughter, Laura We stayed about two weeks. Then when Lissa was on her feet and was able to take care of Laura on her own, we went home. Finally, Debby and I were able to settle down at home, with our boys. Life once again we settled into a comfortable rhythm. I was back in the class room teaching and Debby was working from home. I made sure that I didn't have classes on Thursday, so that Debby could go into the office. I really enjoyed my Thursdays, my time with my sons. I would spend the say playing with Danny, feeding and changing Joey. By this time Danny was sort of potty trained. But he had a habit of waiting to the last minute to go. Then it was "DADDY POTTY...NOW." The race would be on. Sometimes we made it and sometimes we didn't. What did it matter? It didn't. For Debby and I life goes on. * More of the Matson family? Let me know. Your comments will decide.