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For those individual not of legal age to read this where they live, shame on you!� For those folks who may be offended by this writing, all I can say is caveat lector... you have been warned.� The following is a work of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply here.

A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE

Part I

I recall during my youth the time my sister and I were caught fucking.� We had been happily screwing ourselves silly (as much as a nine and ten-year-old could) until we got busted by our mom.� It felt pretty good, and I remember not thinking what we were doing was either good or bad.� But, when we got caught, I got my ass beat pretty good and was told never to do such a horrible thing again.

We did, but this isn't my point right now.� I remember when asking my mother why it was wrong and getting the age-old answer, "Because it is." Making the mistake of asking my father, instead of getting the answer I was looking for, I got another beating.� Hmm!� Not very smart of me, but I wanted an answer.

In the neighborhood I grew up in, incest between brothers and sisters was pretty much par for the course and, yes, even between brothers in some cases.� To us, it was fun; most of us knew if we ever got caught by an adult, our asses were grass, but I'm sure everyone reading this knows the greater the risk, the greater the excitement.

Anyway, it was years before I finally found out exactly why incest was wrong, learned there were religious and social ramifications concerning it.� In the intervening years, learning what motivated them to do it and the results of their actions I talked to a lot of people who'd had incestuous relationships of many kinds.

More often than not, it was something that happened once or twice and was forgotten.� Sometimes, there was some emotional damage - but this was more of an exception.

Examining sex between parents and their children, I can easily recall my father helping himself to the same sister I was joyfully doing way back then.� Getting bold, years later I asked my sister about those times and learned it was her idea from the beginning.� My father had been reluctant, but she was able to break him down and they got it on.� Then, really getting bold, I asked my father about it.� When he finally found his voice, his explanation was confusing.

Speaking about his needs getting mixed up for his love for my sister, he explained it didn't happen because he didn't love or want my mother, they fucked like rabbits.� His final words were along the line of people being people.

Almost done, so bear with me a little longer, please.

All grown up now, I have three children.� When my second child came along, a girl, I knew something could happen between our first (a boy) and the new little girl and I had to decide right there in the delivery room how I was going to handle it. Through my "studies," I learned the more you try to prevent it, the more of a chance it has of happening; but allowing it to happen could prove harmful in the long run.� What do I do?

By handing out some ass whippings, do I handle the matter in the way my parents did, or do I sit the kids down and try to explain the deal to them?� Simply, I had already decided not to beat them for it.

Our last child was about 7 or 8 when it happened.� My wife was out with her mother and I was doing the daddy thing, watching the kids.� They were in the boys' room playing noisily and if I could hear them, everything was cool and I wasn't worried.� At what point they got quiet or for how long it was I don't remember but I noticed it and went to check on them.� Peeking into the room, I saw my little girl Cassandra was spread out naked before her equally naked brothers, Aaron and Jason!� One was busy humping away on her, the other getting sucked.� Amused and angry at the same time, I pushed the anger away before dealing with them.

Walking into the room and clearing my throat, expecting them to jump out of their skins; to my surprise, they stopped and just looked at me as if saying, "What?"� I told them to get dressed and when they did, I sat them down and asked them if they knew what they were doing.� As you can expect, let alone if they should answer the question, I got blank looks because they weren't sure how to answer.

"We were just playing," said Aaron, my oldest, and I calmly nodded.� As simply as I could, I proceeded to tell them what the deal was and how much trouble they could get in.� They were surprised to learn their playing was considered to be wrong and it was at this moment I realized rightness and/or wrongness was a matter of perspective.

If you are doing something wrong and you don't know it until told later, does it still make it wrong?� Taking years to drive the point home, explaining it to them was the hardest thing I ever did and thinking I didn't know, they still indulged themselves.� Keeping a very close eye on things, I decided to let it go away on its own while and without any mishaps, it eventually went away.

All during this time, I'd sit them down and explain to them what was what.� During one such discussion, my now 13-year-old daughter stood up and said "It's my body, isn't it?� If I want to let Aaron or Jason do me, then what's the problem?"� She said she'd rather learn it at home and not out on the street and if she had a choice, she'd take home any time.� Bold, huh?

Logically, Cassandra's argument was sound: As an individual, had the right to choose.� Morally, well, it was obvious - despite the detailed explanations - they didn't have much in the way of problems with it.� But, followed by a short lesson in genetics, when I added the pregnancy issue to the discussion, it took care of things from that point on, but from them, I learned that even forbidding such things to happen didn't stop it from happening.� Beating them wouldn't solve anything and, in today's society, would get me jailed for child abuse.

What are your thoughts, readers?

Part II

Continuing from there, if I may, I'd like to begin by asking the fathers out there a rhetorical question:� What do you do and/or say when your ten year old daughter tells you she loves you and wants to marry you.� And have your children?

Of all the things I expected from my children, I didn't expect this one!� Wise in her own right, taking this to mean I should expect the worse and be surprised when the worse never showed up, my mother once told me parenting is easier if you leave room in your thinking/expectations for your children to make mistakes.

With this in mind, from the moment she was born, and because I used to be one of those guys myself, I knew one day boys would be knocking on my door with one thought on their minds:� Get the booty!� But being prepared for incest between my children and boys chasing my daughter and one day getting to her?� I wasn't prepared for this!

In her mind, this was the ultimate show of affection she was capable of thinking of, and I was touched by the love felt in her announcement.� I wound up explaining we could never marry or have children together because, well, it is illegal to do so and there would be a lot of trouble - but thanks for the well-intended feelings.� Going about her business, she seemed to accept this simple explanation, leaving me to ponder my actions in this matter; did I handle it well without hurting her feelings?� Assuring myself I had, the matter was filed away.

A couple of years go by and my now-routine discussions with the kids are proving to be quite beneficial.� Wishing my own parents had bothered to explain how the world worked to me in as much detail as I did and without pulling any punches, after every such discussion, I'd reflect upon them.

Covering topics like preferences, anatomy, pregnancy, and STD's; having to deal with their incestuous activities, I had stumbled upon the perfect way to educate them about sex in general.� With the boys, pointing them out for them lest they fall into the same frame of thinking I fell victim to, I'd talk about some of the misconceptions I grew up with.� Letting them know you really didn't go blind or grow hair on your palms, we discussed masturbation and various techniques involved!� This subject was also discussed with their sister and I even provided her with a vibrator.

Well, all of this was well-received, except for a matter of privacy.� Because they could now masturbate openly and at their leisure, it got interesting whenever one went looking for the other and unintentionally walked in on their private autoerotic session!� Had to lay down a new set of rules - knock first and wait for a response before entering!� Took a while before it really set in, but eventually everyone was happy.

I came home from work one day and clearly angry about something, Cass runs up to me.� "Whoa!� What's up?" I asked.

After regaining her calm, she said, "Aaron and Jason keep bothering me about doing 'it' and they won't take no for an answer!"

"Doing...?� Oh!� Go get them.� Now."

Waiting until they were all present, while waiting, I flushed my anger at this.� Not angry because they were hitting on her, it was because they didn't seem to want to respect her rights in the matter and I wanted to know why.

Sitting them down, I calmly explained to Aaron and Jason, "Look, guys, your sister's body belongs to her.� If she wants to share it with you, it's her choice and if she doesn't, well, too bad."

"Oh, one more thing; if I were to hear you're trying to force the issue, I will be most unhappy."

Well, a reaction I hadn't expected, the boys felt this was pretty unfair!� Because sharing things was the preferred behavior my wife and I drilled into them, they felt sex also fell into the same category.

Frankly, even if I didn't agree with their premise and I was impressed at this leap of logic, the rule was "voluntary sex is one thing - forced sex totally unacceptable."� Although grumbling about it, with a better understanding of what was allowable and what wasn't, they went away from the meeting.

For her part, Cass was satisfied with my handling of the matter, but, I was curious as to why she had turned them down so I asked, "Cass?� Uh, why did you tell them no?"

"Well, Aaron's too fat and Jason doesn�t know enough to keep me interested," came the response.

Because she was so serious, laughing inwardly, and managing to keep the smile off my face, I told her "Okay, well, don't to worry about it; but if they try to infringe on your rights again, let me know."

Later in the evening, I was discussed the matter with my wife, Karen, to bring her up to speed on the conversations I'd been having with the kids.� As I expected, she was skeptical at first because I was telling them having sex with each other was okay.

"Let me explain my thinking here," I said.� "I believe nothing can be done to prevent it and, with this thought in mind, I figure if they are going to continue, they may as well be taught the pros and cons, as well as the alternatives, like masturbation."

Karen looked thoughtful.� "And?" she prompted.� I could tell she was starting to see my point so I continued.

"Because of these open discussions - and because the rule is everyone could speak their minds, I know the boys are hot for their sister, yet, nothing has taken place for a number of years."

This satisfied Karen and she agreed with the way I was handling the situation, even though I felt she did so hesitantly and I knew why.

Even though we've known each other since high school, Karen being almost two years older, this was something we never talked about before now.� Because I was all too aware of a couple of experiences she'd had with her brother and knew the subject of incest between the children wouldn't sit well with her.� Earlier in our marriage, I was awakened one night by her fighting off someone in her dreams and after some prodding I got her to tell me about it.

Karen sat up and lit a cigarette, exhaling noisily before saying, "Are you sure you really want to hear this?"

Lighting my own smoke, I said, "Sure I do."

"When I was 13 or so," she began "a babysitter forced my brother Raymond to have sex with me.� She told us if we didn't, she would cause trouble for us with my mother."

Fascinated, I listened to Karen as she detailed the events of the day, and I could see the effort it took for her to tell me.

"I don't know about Ray, but I was more afraid of the Denise and not what my mom or pop might say."

"What did Ray say?" I asked.

Karen swallowed hard before continuing.� "Hell, Ray was all for it but I could tell he was just as scared as I was.� Denise went and got a belt and made me get undressed, telling me she'd beat my ass if I didn't."

I could see the scene unfolding in my mind, Karen getting undressed while the babysitter watched, belt in hand, occasionally slapping the tough leather against the wall as if reminding them of what could happen if they didn't do her bidding.

"What happened next?" I prompted.� Hell, this was starting to get interesting and, in a strange way, it was exciting.

"Well," she said "Ray took his clothes off and I could see his dick was already hard."� She shook slightly. "He climbed on top of me, trying to put it in me, but he kept missing."

I could feel myself becoming more aroused as I asked, "Did you help him?� Did he get in?"

Karen turned and looked at me a frown creasing her features.� "You're really getting into this, aren't you?" she asked, noticing the tent I was making in the bed covers.�� Covering my hardness with my pillow (didn't hide much), I said, "Look, I want to understand this and I can't if you don't tell me all the details.� Shit, you've gone this far, so you might as well finish, right?"

"Well, to answer your question, no.� I didn't help him and he never made it in me.� I guess he was too horny or something because he just started going through the motions, which was making Denise happy."

"After a couple of minutes, I felt something squirt between my legs and Ray was shaking like a leaf!� I didn't know what was going on but when he got off of me, I could see some white stuff all over my legs."

I was about to ask another question, but seeing she was rolling right along, I kept it to myself.� Karen's eyes were focused on some single point in the room, remembering.

"Oh, but she wasn't done.� I was getting ready to put my clothes back on when she came up behind me and started feeling me up.� She told me to lie back down and when I said no, she shoved me so hard I fell.� Then she stuck her head between my legs and I could feel her tongue in my pussy."

With my excitement threatening to get out of control, I asked her, "What did it feel like?"

Giving me a look of total disgust, she said, "I was too scared to even care.� After she got finished licking me, she grabbed Ray and sucked him until he got hard again - and it didn't take much, believe me - then she got on top of him."

"I wanted to run away, but she told me if I ran, she get me the next time."

Pausing for a breath, Karen finished her sordid tale.� About time, too, because I was having, ahem, a hard time paying attention!

"Finally, she was done with us.� My mother picked us up and when we got home, I told Mom and you know what happened?"

"She had it out with Denise?" I offered.

"Not even close,� Karen answered, shaking her head.� "She didn't believe me and accused me of making it up."

"Well, damn," I said, clearly stunned.� "I know your brother backed you up, didn't he?"

Karen looked at me as if I were insane.� "You're kidding, right?� You know he didn't open his damned mouth."

We sat quietly for several minutes while Karen composed herself.� I was both fascinated and, shamefully, aroused by her tale.� Cautiously, I asked, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Well, there was the night Ray snuck into my room and tried to fuck me while I was sleeping."

"Oh?" I asked, trying to be nonchalant.� "And when did this happen?"

"Before I tell you, you gotta promise me you won't get pissed off and kick Ray's ass!� You two don't exactly get along as it is and, shit, I know you and your temper."

I agreed, knowing Karen was getting ready to tell me something I didn't want to hear; but, in for a penny. . .

"You and I had been together for a couple of months when he tried this.� I was sleeping and, well, you know how sometime you just know something ain't right?"

I nodded.

"Well, at first, I thought I was just dreaming - until I felt hands on my breasts and the top of my pussy!"

Ooooh!� The next time I see Ray...!

"It woke me up," she continued, "and when I saw it was him, I wanted to know what the hell he was doing.� Like I couldn't tell from the hard on rubbing against my leg!"� Lighting another smoke, Karen went on.�� "He was trying to give me some lame excuse - I didn't believe one word of it - when he started begging me to let him fuck me, over and over, talking about how bad he needed me."

In my mind's eye, I could see this scene being played out: Ray, all hot and bothered, a wild, lustful look in his eyes while Karen was doing her best to hide under the covers.� My erection returned with full force as I nodded for her to go on.

"Well, I ruined his whole night for him!� she said with a note of triumph in her voice.� "You know my room is next to my parents, right?� I told Ray if he didn't get out, I'd yell loud enough to wake Dad.� I think you know what he'd do."

Karen's father was one of those rough, hardened construction workers, with hands the size of hams.� Yeah, I knew what he would do to Ray - or anybody else he caught in his daughter's bed.

Karen nodded, seeing I did know.� "Ray knew what the deal was.� He said something about getting even for this before he stalked out.� I thought about waking my father anyway - but I knew Ray would lie and Dad would believe him.� Hell, Ray would probably say I came to him and then I'd get my ass beat."

Damn!� This explained a lot because even today, Ray and Karen rarely speak to each other and even though Karen discounts it, I believe it has something to do with that night.

Okay, back to my conversation with Karen.� "According to my plan,'" I explained, "the children would soon forget sex with each other, opting to get it from outside sources as normal.� But they'll go out there with all the knowledge I possess crammed into their heads."� I was confident they wouldn't go out having sex indiscriminately or without thinking about the consequences.� I felt as if I had given them the power to make their own, informed choices on who they wanted to have sex with and how to go about it safely.

One day, I was having the first of three one-on-one sessions with the gang, the purpose of finding out how they were handling peer pressure and generally wanting to know what was on their minds.� During these sessions, I would sit and listen, allowing them to ask questions, even personal ones about my own life and I'd give them straight answers.� Whenever asked a question and I didn't have an immediate answer for (rare), I would promise to get them the answer quickly and give it to them during the next rap session, which I would do without fail.

So, sitting with Aaron, the oldest, I learned a couple more things I didn't leave room for.

"Well, son, what's on your mind?� I began.� Aaron looked back at me as if not understanding the question before a sheepish look replaced the blank one."

"Ah, well, um, I've been jerkin' off just about every day," he finally said.� I silently nodded, urging him to continue.� When he didn't say anything, I asked, "What do you think about while you're, ah, indulging yourself?"

Again, the sheepish look.� "Well, I usually think about fucking my mother."

Oh, wow.� Before I could respond, he added, "And you."

I wasn't really surprised with the announcement about his mother because we both had a habit of walking around the house in our underclothes, so the children were used to seeing us half-dressed and, on a few occasions, naked.� But, wanting to have sex with me?� Oh, I just had to hear about this!

I have to be careful here because he's not an easy person to talk to most of the time and if I appeared to be overeager or uninterested, he'd clam up.

"How do you feel about this?" I asked.

"Pretty good, actually!� he replied.� "But, uh, is it wrong for me to have these thoughts?"

I used the pause of taking a deep breath to think of the appropriate - and honest - answer.� "Nah, man," I finally said.� "Nothing wrong about thinking about it."

My answer seemed to put Aaron more at ease.�� I was about to turn the conversation to a different direction when he asked, "What do you think Mom would do if she found out I wanted to, uh, do her?"

I blinked in surprise - then I got an idea!� "Well, now, I can't speak for your mother, but I'll tell you what.� Because I love you, I would be willing to, say, give you some head when you feel jerking off just won't do.� In this case, all you have to do is ask and we'll work something out.� But, in your mother's case, well, you need to talk to her yourself."

This seemed to put a damper on his mood, as a frown crossed his features.� I couldn't help but notice just how much he looked like his mother whenever he did it.

"Look, Aaron, I'll tell you what," I began.� "I'll let your mother know you might be coming to see her to ask a question.� It'll be up to you to say what you gotta say.� Deal?"

This was a smart move on my part, because I felt the rejection I knew Karen would give him would come out better if she knew what the question was ahead of time.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he finally said, "Deal."� With this done and out of the way, I went to find Karen, all the while thinking things were going to get interesting around here.� Finding Karen in the bedroom reading, I went and sat next to her.

"Hey!� Got a minute?"

She looked up from her book.� "Sure.� What's up?"

It was all I could do to keep the grin off my face.� "Well, Aaron wants to talk to you about something."

"What?"

"I'd rather you hear it from him, babe."� My grin widened.

Suspiciously, she asked again.� "What?� Will you get to the point?"

I told her what he was going to ask.

"He wants to do what?"

"He wants to make love to you," I repeated.

"Where in the hell did he get such an idea?" she asked.

"Need I remind you that you parade around in front of him in just bra and panties and he's even seen you in the raw a couple of times.�� Now, where do you think he got the idea from?"

After thinking about this for a few, Karen finally saw my point.� "Well, yeah, I suppose it's enough to do it."� She laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"I just think it's funny!� Look, tell Aaron it's all right for him to talk to me when he's ready."

"Honey, go easy on him, okay?� I mean, you know how hard it is to get him to talk and you've got to be careful to let him down without crushing him."

"Ah, don't worry.� I'll deal with the situation as gently and as diplomatically as possible."

Part III

If you've been following, and I hope so, we left of with the discussion between my wife, Karen, and our oldest son, Aaron.

On the day of their historic talk, I made it a point not to be present because I didn't want either of them to feel intimidated.� Even though I pretty much knew the outcome, I felt pretty good because we were addressing the issue, not skirting it or hiding it under the rug.

An hour later, they broke from their little meeting.� Aaron was looking a bit disappointed and Karen was unreadable.� I was really anxious to hear how it went, but didn't push it.� Later in the evening, she told me what was said to him.� She sat on the bed wearily and met my expectant gaze.

"Well," I began.� "How did it go?"

"It went pretty good, I think.� I explained to him as best I could that although I appreciated the thought and found it flattering, I'm just not interested.

"He looked like he lost his lunch money," I said, relaxing when I realized she answered him honestly and without hurting him badly.

"I think he'll get over it," she said.� "I'm glad we got this out in the open."

The next day, I happened to be sitting in the family room when Cass came home definitely upset about something.� She stormed past me without the benefit of a greeting.� I caught up with her and said, "Hey!� Hold up!� Are we having a problem?"

Indignantly, she replied, "A problem?� A problem, he says.� Why would he think I was having a problem when I found out from Carol today why the boys are hanging around me all the time?"

Uh, oh.� As I watched her, she folded her arms across her ample breasts and began rocking back and forth.� In an instant, it dawned on me what the problem was.

"So, I take it you just found out the guys don't like you because of your sparkling personality, huh?" I said while hiding a smile.� THIS didn't make me her favorite person.

"You think it's funny, huh?" she said, tears forming in her deep brown eyes, wiping the smile right off my face.� Pulling her to me, I gave her a big hug.

"Oh, come here.� I'm sorry, okay?" I said, taking out my handkerchief and wiping her eyes.� "Honey, look, remember when I was telling you about what boys would want from you when you got, uh, more grown?"

Sniffling, she said, "Yeah, I remember.� I didn't want to believe you!"

"Cass, I wouldn't lie to you about something like this.� Remember, I wasn't born as old as I am and, since I'm a boy, don't you think I'd know the deal?"� The look she gave me was precious; like it never occurred to her that I used to be a teenager.

"Dad, what can I do about this?"

I was puzzled because, as far as I could see, there wasn't much she could do other than try her best to weed out those who truly liked her from those who only wanted to fuck her.� So this is what I told her - even though she wasn't satisfied by this answer, by any means.

"Oh, great," she groaned.� "You mean I have to put up with this for the rest of my life?"

"'Fraid so, Pumpkin.� Think of it as an occupational hazard - it's all part of being a girl.

Thinking the conversation was over, I started to turn away.� As I did, I could see Cass deep in thought - there was something else on her mind.

"Was there something else you wanted to say?"

"Huh?� Oh, I was just thinking about something."

"Okay, what?"

With a look of determination, Cass said, accusingly, "You know, you never did answer a question I asked you a couple of years ago."

Question?� What question?� Frantically, I tried to recall every question she had ever asked me, trying to find the right one.� Impossible, right?� Seeing I couldn't remember, she proceeded to refresh my memory.

"You remember the night we were talking about, um, me wanting to marry you and other stuff?"

"I do now," I said, feeling a little stupid.

"You remember I told you I wanted to do something, but I didn't know how to do it?"

Then I remembered!� Cass had said something about wanting to have sex with someone, but was afraid to approach them.� As the conversation replayed in my mind, the real question finally appeared and I felt my heart go cold for a moment.

"You asked me if I would make love to you."� A statement, not a question.� Cass looked at me, waiting for an answer.

I remembered clearly now.� We had gotten so tied up in discussing the whys of the situation and, truthfully, I never answered the question.� And now she wanted an answer.� I sat there in silence, thinking of how to deal with this.� Cassandra is very attractive; in addition to her large breasts, her deep brown eyes were a perfect match for her tawny brown skin and, initially, the sudden thought of doing her was delightfully sinful.� "Why would you want this?" I asked, a feeling of panic going through me.

"The way I see it, sex between two people is fine, especially if the two people love each other."

"This is true, hon, but why me?"

Cass's answer was simple and to the point:�� "Because I love you and I know you love me."

Gathering my composure, I quietly began to explain the implications of such an action.� "Honey," I began, "Something like this could leave you emotionally damaged, not to mention physically harmed."

"So?� I'm not worried about any damage because I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

Okay, this tact didn't work.� "Well, you gotta know the emotional damage could show up later in life."� I was fishing, but she held her ground.� You would think an intelligent adult could out-think a 13 year old, huh?� But just by looking at the base logic of her argument, I couldn't find any holes in it.� Yet.

"Okay, consider this.� Do you have any idea what could happen to me if anyone ever found out I had done this?� I'd be arrested and booked for a serious crime!� I'd lose my job right along with your mother and brothers.� Providing your mother didn't kill me first!"

"Oh!� And if she didn't, well, I'd have to go to court and you would have to testify against me."� I was regaining my confidence.

"Hah.� I'd just tell them it was my idea!"

"Oh, right.� You know what they'd say?� They'll say I pressured you into saying it.� In any event, I'd be convicted and would probably go to jail for the rest of my life.� And, even if they let me out of jail, my life would be ruined forever."

I was getting to her - I could see the fear in her eyes as it ran rampant through her as she soaked up this information.� I had no doubt about how much she loved me - in fact, I was counting on it to help me in this situation.� Then the fear vanished and she said, "So, no one will ever know.� I promise."

Even though this wasn't going very well, I was doing a great job of keeping my composure.� For a moment, I gave some thought to using the age-old parental prerogative of saying "No," followed with the ever popular "Because I said so!"� However, there was the matter of my solemn oath to never take this stance on serious matters relating to their growth and well-being.

I reached down for the big guns, even though I now knew in my heart that I wanted to make love to her.� Even though I was arguing with her, the truth had made itself known the moment I hugged her as, feeling her breasts pressing against me and her arms wrapped tightly around me, I could feel my cock stirring.

Still, I tried to dissuade her.� "You remember our discussion about pregnancy and genetics?� Good.� You know even if we took every precaution, you could still get pregnant and, genetically, there could be problems.� Hell, just being pregnant and not being able to "point the finger" at someone would arouse suspicions."� Check!

With a maturity I didn't know she had, she walked over to me, sat next to me and took me by the hands.� With tears in her eyes, she said, "You know, all I ever dream about is having your baby.� Every night, I lay awake waiting for you to come and make me a woman.� I have to settle for the vibrator and pretend it's you inside me."

I could feel my full erection straining against my underwear as she spoke, so much I made a show of sitting on the sofa.� I patted the spot next to me and after getting comfortable, she continued.

"Dad, you don't know how many times I'd sneak to your bedroom door and peek in while you and my mother were doing it, wishing that I was in her place!"

Listening to her, I felt so much love for her because I knew what it felt like to want someone so badly.� There had been quite a few ladies in my life that I felt this way about and so I knew the maddening frustration all too well.

What to do?� Do I allow something to take place that could destroy me personally and ruin my family?� Or, by rejecting her, do I run the risk of having her out running the streets, fucking anyone who asked?� I knew this action could be more trouble for her because she'd be labeled an easy piece of ass and make her a target for any boy/man who could convince her to drop her panties?� My God, what do I do?

Cass played her trump card, saying, "I'll understand if you won't do this for me, but, I guess I'll just have to go out there and learn the hard way."

How in the Hell did she know what I had been thinking?� So, with as much determination I could muster I called her bluff - she is bluffing, isn't she?� "Okay, this is what we'll do.� When you're ready to make love and the coast is clear, let me know and we'll see what happens."

She smiled.� "Thanks, Dad.� I love you!"

"And I love you, too.� Now, go change out of your school clothes."� As she practically ran to her room, I went up to my own room to ponder my predicament.� I searched my feelings and found I was of two minds on this.� On one hand, the thought of making love to my daughter was intoxicating.� She was beautiful and, oh, to be able to feel her young body responding to my years of experience.� On the other hand, there was her innocence to be considered. �Could I justify letting her run wild, laying down for any and everybody?

What do I do?

PART IV

A few days after this conversation, I was at home alone having decided to take the day off from work, you know, to get away for a moment and chill.� I was waltzing around the bedroom picking up stuff when I heard a sound coming from downstairs - there was someone else here!� I wasn't too concerned about my safety, but whoever was in my home was about to run into some problems!� I eased down the steps quietly, easy to do with the thick carpeting and, after reaching the family room on the second floor, I paused to pick up the sound again.� There it was again, coming from the kitchen.

I crept down the back staircase leading to the kitchen, my plan of attack already in place.� Even though I was completely naked, I could use that bit of shock to my advantage.� I heard the intruder coming in my direction. Ready to strike quickly, when I heard the footsteps near me, I jumped out!

Cassandra dropped the cup of milk and sandwich she was carrying, a look of utter surprise on her face.� My ability to recognize things quickly paid off as I stopped the blow before it really began.� I'm sure both of us were going through an adrenaline rush.� She wasn't surprised at my nakedness - she was surprised to see me period, obviously thinking no one was at home.� After relaxing, I asked, "Damn, it, Cass!� You almost got hurt!� Why aren't you in school?"

Cass found something really interesting about her feet to look at, deliberately avoiding the question.

"Well?"

Taking a deep breath, she said, "There are these two boys at school.� They keep asking me if they can, uh, you know.� So I decided to hide in my closet and skip school."

"That's no excuse for missing school, young lady.� Look, clean this mess up; I'm going to get dressed and you're going to school.� And, I'll talk to the principal and your teacher so we can try to head off any problems.� Be ready in ten minutes!"

Leaving her to clean up her mess, I went upstairs, still pretty charged up from the encounter so I paced the large bedroom to use up the supply of adrenaline surging through me.� At one point during my pacing, I turned and faced the bedroom door - and found Cass standing there.� How long had she been standing there?

Dismissing that thought, I said, "Yeah?� What do you want?"

"You know what I want" she replied, not taking her eyes off of me.� I suppose that the look I gave her back told her that I didn't know.� Frowning slightly, she said, "You said when I was ready to make love and the coast was clear, I'm supposed to ask.� So, I'm asking."

Uh, oh.� Trapped.� And something in my mind quietly shut itself down as I remembered my promise to myself to never bullshit the kids as my parents had done me.� Up to this point, I had never broken a promise to any of them.� But, I felt maybe this might be a good time to break a promise; I'd deal with my guilt later.� I called her bluff.� "Cass, are you sure you want to do this?"

Her answer was to start taking her clothes off.� Okay, this is no big deal.� I've seen her naked since the day she was born.� As she removed her panties, I could see the triangular patch of hair covering her mound, and I caught myself wondering when it grew in.� I also noticed something else was taking place - to my shock, I was getting hard.� After removing her top, she reached around - as only women can - and unfastened her bra and I couldn't help but notice how large and firm her breasts were.� And I was growing harder every second.

Now completely naked, she walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me, my now hard cock nestling against her.� Even in this close proximity, I was still in control, right up to the point where she looked up at me.� Looking into her deep brown eyes froze me in place, distracting me as she dropped to her knees, grabbed my cock, and without a word, began licking it.

Whatever common sense I had left at the first touch.

I could feel her trembling - or was it me?� As she licked the shaft of my cock.� When she closed her mouth around the head, I tried to push her away before my lust got the better of me.

"Baby, no..."�

Didn't work.� She was licking and sucking the head and the feeling was so intense... I lost it.� I guess she felt the spasms and lifted her mouth from me, just in time to catch a face full of sperm.� I was embarrassed - but not for the reason you may think.� In all my years, no one had ever gotten me off so quickly and here she was, doing it for only a couple of minutes and I exploded like I had no control whatsoever.

Cass looked up at me smiling, and went into the bathroom to clean her face off.� Bringing back a wet washcloth, she proceeded to clean me off.� And I stood there like an idiot, my mouth hanging open as she wiped the remnants of my seed off my semi-hard cock and the few drops that found their way onto my feet.� To say I was stunned isn't doing the word any justice.� While I stood there shaking, the last bit of sense I had left, leaving me running on sheer passion.

I picked her up and took her to the bed and, upon laying her down, I spread her legs to expose her young pussy, lowering my mouth to it.� Something in my brain that still lived was screaming at me to stop - what I was doing was so wrong.� I ignored it and flicked my tongue between her - surprise - wet pussy lips.� This wasn't my daughter now and I went to work on her, eating her like a man possessed.� Finding her clit, I sucked it in and began running my tongue over it.

"Oh, yes," she exclaimed, and she grabbed my head and began fucking my face so hard and so fast!� For a moment I couldn't keep up.� My world consisted of her legs clamped tightly around my head and the hot wetness of her pussy as I licked and sucked furiously.� Although muffled, I could hear the sounds of her passion.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, YES!� Please don't stop, oh God, don't let him stop."� Hearing these lusty outcries served to increase my passion as I plunged my tongue into her hot slit.� Suddenly, I felt her shaking tremendously - all I could do was to hold on.� I felt her small, hard clit give a strong pulse and she FLOODED my face with a blast of liquid love.� The initial surge was so strong; it went up my nose, stopping my breathing.

"Oh!� Oh!� WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?"

I was in complete shock as her flow just kept coming.� Even though I had stopped sucking her clit, I still had it between my lips; each time it pulsed, a jet of liquid followed, as if she had been saving it all for this moment.� As God is my witness, her orgasm lasted for a full five minutes.� Never before in my life had I seen a woman come so hard and so much.� Cassandra was so overwhelmed by the intensity that she was as stiff as a board and trembling like she had epilepsy.� One final, incredibly strong pulse and she went limp, breathing very hard.� I turned and looked at her.

She was practically glowing.� Slowly she opened her eyes - had a little trouble focusing - and smiled at me.� She reached over and grabbed my erection and tugged on it, pulling me towards her.

"Now,� she said.� "Do it now."

I grunted something unintelligible in return.� As I positioned myself between her legs, my mind screamed at me to stop.� Hah.� Fat chance.

"Cass, baby, let me know if I'm hurting you," I murmured, wondering if I'd be able to get it in her.� In reply, she nodded and I began my penetration, telling my mind to shut the hell up in the process.

I expected some resistance so I went slowly.� When I pushed gently, I slid halfway into her so easily that I wondered who had been there before me.� She must have known what I was thinking, because she said, "You forgot, didn't you?� Remember the toy you got me?"

Oh.� That would explain no cherry; obviously she'd been making very good use of the 12" vibrating dildo I'd gotten for her.� After giving her a minute to adjust, I reveled in how good she felt around me.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Go, go, go!" she cried and I began stroking inside her until I was able to penetrate her to my full length.� Again, I was impressed.� She next did something that further surprised me, moving under me until she could look down between us.� Of course, it meant I had to shift my position, easy to do since I hadn't put my full weight on her.� I mean, after all, I was easily twice her weight.

"Okay.� Hey, don't stop now!� I want to see you going in me."

I started again and she watched my cock sliding slowly in and out of her.� It must have been quite a sight for her because I felt a strong contraction and her fluids splashed out of her, adding to the literal puddle already there.� With her being so much shorter than I was, being on top of her was uncomfortable.� So I withdrew, which she didn't like.

"Hey, don't worry!� I want to finish from behind."� She tensed and I could see she thought I meant to enter her ass.� "Cass, just relax and trust me, okay?"

I flipped her over and positioned her and after spreading her buttocks, I entered her in one thrust, drawing a squeal of delight from her.� I watched as I slid easily in and out of her, marveling at how something so big was being taken without any problems.� Then I realized something - I wasn't wearing a condom.� In fact, I never used condoms before and never kept them around.

Noticing I had stopped, she asked, "Dad, what's wrong?"

"Shit.� No condom.� I can't come in you, so I'll have to pull out before I do, okay?"

"I don't care - just as long as you finish.�

Relieved there was a bit of sense left in me after all, I got going in earnest.� Each time I went deep into her, I felt the contraction and knew she was coming.� I looked under her and was shocked to see a rather large puddle of liquid under her.� It was too much for me.� I was at the point where if I didn't get out now, I never would so I started to pull out.� As I did, I lost my balance, causing me to fall forward onto her.� She grunted at the impact and I was scrambling on the soaked sheets to get up and out.� But it was too late; I was already pumping what seemed to be a gallon of cum into her so fast I got dizzy.

"Ugh.� Jesus, NO!� I screamed as I came, frozen in place as my cock continued to shoot jet after jet of hot stickiness into her.� Cass was coming again, trembling and thrashing under me so much I thought I was hurting her.� I looked down between us, mesmerized by the sight of my long, thickness buried deep inside of her and the seeing my come flowing out of her, despite being filled.

"Oh, yes!" she cried out.� "I can feel it shooting in me!� Ooh, it's so hot!"

Finally, I was able to get up and out of her - but the damage was done.� No, she didn't get pregnant, but I was pretty angry with myself for one, being so clumsy and two, for not being able to get out of her.� My brain, just now coming back from its exile, was mumbling something about me not having this to worry about had I not done it in the first place.� I sent my thoughts back into exile as, spent and somewhat confused, I laid down next to Cass, trying to catch my breath.

After a minute, I turned and looked at her, keeping my concerns from showing on my face.� Cassandra was glowing, and her smile told me she was just fine, thank you.

"Well?� What do you think?"

Her smile grew wider.� "Wow.� You really know how to do somebody, don't you?� It felt like you were all the way in up to my belly!� I think I just died and went to heaven!"

"Are you okay?"

"Of course, I'm okay.� Daddy, this is all I've ever wanted in life.� Thank you."

"No, Cass, honey; thank you!"� I leaned over and kissed her deeply, feeling her tongue slip between my lips.� I was so happy I was crying, which started her crying.� As I held her tightly against me, I heard myself tell her, anytime, any place - it didn't matter - I'd make love to her.

But, this isn't the end of my story...

Part V, Chapter 1

I was up getting ready for work one morning, about a week afterwards.� While I was shaving, I took a close look at my reflection in the mirror and a pang of guilt flowed through me as my mind flashed back to the events of last week in an instant.� The more I though about it, the more guilt I felt, so much I though I was going to be sick.

I remembered having the sensation of floating above the clouds for the rest of the day, as we made love again.� Only this time, I had enough sense to go out and get condoms.� We spent some pretty special moments exploring each other body and soul and I knew in my heart I'd never been happier.

Later in the night, Karen and I made love despite my having been sated earlier in the day.� But, this wasn't the same.� Now, don't get me wrong - Karen isn't a slouch by any means.� However, there was something missing - or different - and I couldn't quite put my finger on it.� While Karen slept, I sat up thinking.� Oh, it was so refreshing!� Every day after the first time, Cassandra and I made love - well, more like quickies, really.� She would come to me and suck me until I was hard, then I'd go down on her to make sure she was very wet and to give her at least one good orgasm.� Then, after slipping on a condom, we'd go for it.

But I was of two minds.� On the one hand, I felt so very much alive and good about what had taken place.� But as I stared at myself in the mirror, the other side of me had something very different to say.

"You are evil," the other side said.� "You have taken her innocence and, worst, you have sinned."

I blinked, the full knowledge of what had been taking place making itself apparent.� Picking up my razor, I continued to shave - but carefully - because my hands were shaking.

"Pervert!� Child molester!" the voice kept saying as I completed my task, thinking all of the bad things which could happen.� My thoughts were scattered as I absently got dressed and went on to work.� I don't know how I made it through the day as my conscious haunted me every moment.� On the way home, I made a mental stand, fighting to justify it, knowing what had happened was what we both wanted.� With a strong effort, I told myself the truth.� I knew I wanted her; just the thought of it would send chills through me.� At the same time, I knew denying it only meant I was lying to myself.� Having dispelled the demon in my head, I felt better.

Upon returning home that evening, I found the house empty - a note in the kitchen told me Karen had taken two of the kids with her and they'd be back soon.� I frowned at the note, knowing my wife's idea of "soon" meant they'd be gone for hours.

Suddenly, I ran up the back stairs up to the family room, looking to see which two had gone.� Need I tell you what I was hoping?� But, Cass's room was empty and my heart fell.� I headed upstairs to my bedroom, suddenly feeling old.� Passing by the boys' room, I noticed Aaron was the one who got left.� We exchanged greetings and I went up the stairs.

I was in a pretty funky mood - I still hadn't come completely to terms with the feelings I experienced earlier in the morning.� I sat on the bed and began my justification process again, thinking once I regained my purpose, I'd feel better about it all.� After about an hour, I had reassured myself the actions I had taken were the right ones and I really felt much better.

I went down to the family room to put on some music.� Once done, I settled down to play a video game and was soon lost in the business of racking up points.� At hearing the game start up, Aaron came out of his room and stood watching me play.

Aaron is, like I've mentioned before, not exactly strange in his behavior; he's just peculiar.� He spends a lot of time by himself and doesn't really say much.� I noticed him standing there (couldn't miss him, really) and paused the game.

"Aaron!� You need something?� I asked.� As I expected, he just stood there looking at me and it was all I could do to hold back my natural frustration at this.

"Aaron? Hello?"

Again, all I got was a look.

I put the controller down and stood to face him, my temper flaring a bit, and asked again, "What do you want?�

To my surprise, he answered, "Uh, you remember our deal?"

For one moment, I didn't know what he meant.� Then I remembered.

"Yeah, I remember.� What about it?"� Actually, it didn't take much to figure out what he wanted, since I remembered what we had talked about.� I watched him shifting his weight back and forth and it became obvious to me he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

"Aaron, would you like for me to suck you?� I asked, holding back a laugh.

Well, you would have thought I just told him that he won a million dollars!� His look of relief was quite evident.� But, I wasn't going to let him off easily!

"Well, if you remember, son, I also said if this is what you wanted, you'd have to ask for it."

My reminder seemed to ruin his day a little as he looked around the room nervously.� Me?� I just stood there because I was actually enjoying his discomfort.� After a couple of minutes, he cleared his throat and said, "I want you to get me off."

"Wasn't so hard, was it?" I asked.� He just nodded.� After making sure the front door was locked, I took him to his room.

A bit of an aside, if I may.� In the course of my own learning about sex, I had several opportunities to have men make love to me.� I learned I really didn't like having a hard one up my ass, mostly because the guys I let do it would just start pounding away without realizing how uncomfortable it was for me.� However, I did find out I like to suck cock and learned to appreciate why a lot of the women I knew just loved doing it.� I had decided nothing could replace making love to a woman in my life, but if the opportunity ever presented itself, well, it's an interesting change.

Okay, thanks for letting me get that in.

Once in his room, I walked over to him and unfastened his pants, noticing he was already hard.� I helped him to step out of his pants and underwear and stepped back to admire my first born's equipment.� Even at his age, he was well developed, with a curious bend to his cock, sort of making it look like a banana.� While I surveyed things, I could hear him breathing hard and fast.

"Aaron, lie down and relax.� Oh, if it helps, you can close his eyes.� After he got as comfortable as he could, I began.

Taking his turgid meat in my hands, I began jerking him slowly, massaging him along the way, which made him moan - and almost had me laughing.� I squashed the urge to laugh and got down to business, taking the head of his cock into my mouth.� I sucked and licked him slowly, all the while watching his facial expressions.� He had his eyes screwed tightly shut, his mouth partly open.� So, he's okay so far.� Good.� As I increased my activity, I became very much aware of my own erection trapped in my clothing and my own excitement was mounting.

Remember the little voice that was screaming at me when I first made love to my daughter?� It had returned in good voice, proclaiming again just how wrong I was.� I ignored the voice, continuing to work my son's cock.� Slowly, I took him deeply into my throat, causing him to raise his hips some.� I repeated the maneuver, getting same result.� I drew my mouth back to the head of his cock and began tonguing under the rim of his cock, making sure that I didn't miss the slit.

He began thrusting into my mouth as my tongue flicked across it, slowly at first, but soon he was really going for it, so much I put both hands on his hips to slow him down a bit because I was losing my rhythm.� Getting him down to a speed I could deal with, I went right back to the slit of his cock, alternating my attack between it and the sensitive spots under the crown.

It wasn't long before I felt those telltale tremors running along his shaft and I knew what was next.� I was really into it, relishing the feel of a hard cock in my mouth and knowing I was giving him pleasure.� His whole body went stiff as the first spurts came and I concentrated on getting his full load.� He began to tremble as spurt after spurt flowed from him until, finally, I could feel him growing soft.

But I was full of fire!� My own hardness was crying out for attention!� Getting up from my kneeling position beside him, I freed myself, causing Aaron a moment of alarm - he was thinking he would have to return the favor.� Shaking my head, I grabbed my cock and began to work it furiously, my hand literally a blur.� After just a few minutes - I was really horny - a blast of semen went right over his prone form to splash against the window.

"Wow," I said, smiling.� "I never did that before!"

"Dad?"

"Yeah, son?"

"Thanks.� You just don't know how much I needed that."� What Aaron didn't know was I needed it just as much as he did.

"You okay about all of this?" I asked before turning to leave.

"Yeah, I'm fine.� I just hope this won't be the only time!"

Smiling, I said, "That depends on you.� If you want to, then you know the deal, right?" At his nod of agreement, I left his room.

Part V, Chapter 2

Over the next several months, I made love with either Cass or Aaron whenever asked, making sure after each "session," we would talk so I could be sure they were doing well emotionally.�� There were days when I would have my doubts about my role in this.� Was I really in this because I loved them so - or was I just using them?� Usually, the answers were always the same.� I knew I loved them more than ever.

I wanted to tell Karen about all of this, so I could share my happiness with her.� She had other plans though.� While preparing dinner one evening, Karen approached me, saying, "Chris, we have to talk."

"Sure.� Wait a minute."� I lowered the heat on the food and sat at the table.� "Okay.� What's on your mind?"

Karen thought for a few seconds before saying, "Is there something going on between you and Aaron?"

"Yes."� No point in lying to her, but I was curious as to how she found out.

"It's because he, well, he just doesn't show any interest in girls, isn't it?"

"Mostly.� Some of it has to do with me.� Does this bother you?"

"Oh, no!" she replied.� "I noticed a change in him - he's standing taller and he's showing a confidence I didn't know he had.� Yesterday, I found him mopping the kitchen floor - and I didn't have to ask him!"� "My curiosity got the best of me so I asked him what changed him."

"He told you about our little sessions, then?"

Karen nodded before saying, "Honey, you probably did him a favor.� His school work is better, he doesn't argue with Jason or Cass as much as he used to.� It's like he's a whole new person!"

With some relief, I said, "Ah, so you approve!� I was hoping that you would.� You know I've done this with other guys in the past.� I still like it very much, so in a way, it's like killing two birds."

"Did you include Jason as well?"

"I gave him the choice, but he said he'd join in if he felt the need to.� So far he hasn't."

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that I don't have a problem with it."

"But, it's incest, regardless of the reasons!"

"Only if you get caught, dear."� She came over to me and kissed me.� "I love you very much.� I know you're doing this out of love and not need.� Just be careful that nobody else finds out about this, okay?"

Smiling broadly, I agreed - this was one of the reasons I married Karen.� She could be so understanding in situations where you'd assume she wouldn't be.

Part V, Chapter 3

Life continued on for the family.� Because of some financial problems, we had to give up our large home and move to one not so big.� But, it was a place to live and we went about the business of settling in.� Cass and I shared each other's bodies whenever we could.�� We had a code to use if one or the other of us were interested.� To ask if she was interested, I'd flash one, two, or three fingers at her.� This indicated the time she wanted me to come to her room and, if interested, she'd nod and show fingers for a time convenient for her.� If not interested, she'd just shake her head or shrug her shoulders.� On more than one occasion, we almost got caught at this by Karen.� I can't really say why I never told her about Cass and me.� It wasn't because I didn't want to - I just didn't.

The cat nearly came out of the proverbial bag one day.� Karen and Cassandra had been having a semi-heated discussion about Cass's use of makeup.� I watched as the two women I loved with all my heart battled over the pros and cons.� Karen was saying, "Cass, no man wants to sleep with a woman that wears too much makeup!"

Cass replied, "Oh, yeah?� My father doesn't think so!"

I had a great urge to be somewhere else.

Karen, looking amused, said, "Really?� And how do you know what your father likes?"

Cass, looking smug, replied, "How do you think I know?"

I'd rather have been in Philadelphia.

Karen looked over at me with a questioning look, but said, "He'll tell you anything, since you're daddy's little girl!� knowing Cass hated being called that.� Eyes wide in mock surprise, Cass grabbed a pillow from the sofa and threw it playfully at her mother.� Throwing it back, Karen said, "We'll talk about this some other time, okay."� She turned to me.

"Did you do what I think you did?� she asked.

Time to face the music.� "Yes."

"Well, you could have said something before now, you know."� It wasn't exactly an accusation but she was justifiably didn't like not being told about it.

"I'm sorry, Karen.� I thought that you'd feel, well, threatened - it's why I didn't say anything."

"Do you love me, Chris?"

"With all my heart."

"Come on.� Let's go upstairs."� I followed her to our bedroom, closing the door behind me.

"Something has to be done about this, you know."

"I understand, Karen."

"Good.� Now, get those clothes off and take your punishment like the man I know you are!"

I couldn't get undressed fast enough!� Once she had her clothes off, I went to her and kissed her for loving and understanding.� Karen smiled and reached between us, stroking me.� "I'll just have to show my friend here who's the boss, won't I?� I mean, we don't want him to forget who made all of this possible, do we?"

I returned her devilish grin with one of my own.� We moved to the bed and I began my exploration of her body.� In the back of my mind, something was making comparisons between mother and daughter.� Both had large breasts with nipples that cried out for attention when erect.� But where Karen had straight hair covering her mons, Cass had tight curls.� I took each of Karen's nipples in turn as my fingers rubbed her clitoris, feeling the copious wetness there.

Karen gasped as my finger penetrated her tight canal and I delighted in the way she moved against my hand.� I could feel my pulse pounding as I opened her legs and began to lap at the sweet, hot juices flowing from her. Using the firm sucking motion I knew she loved, I quickly brought her to climax and was rewarded with an all too familiar spurt of fluids.� There's a Swahili saying I learned years before:� "Kama mama, kama binte - like mother, like daughter."� Indeed, my two sweet ladies were very much alike!

Part V, Chapter 4

Then my worst nightmare came to life.

All during the summer, I knew that Cass had been having sex with some guys in her grandmother's neighborhood because our sessions were becoming scarce.� Concerned, I talked to her about it.

"Cass?� What's going on with us?"

"I don't know what you mean, Dad."

"I think you do.� Does the name Bobby mean anything to you?"� Cass was never good at lying, the look on her face telling volumes.

"Yeah, I know him."

"You wanna tell me about it?� I've been hearing some pretty ugly things about you and, well, I'm concerned."

"He wanted to do me so I let him."

"Why?" I said feeling hurt.

"Because it's boring over my grandmother's house and I didn't have anything better to do.� At first I told him no but he kept asking me so I gave him some so he'd stop asking."

"Baby, what did I tell you about having sex under those conditions?� Let me guess what happened next.� Bobby went and told all his friends about you, right?"

"Something like that.� They all kept asking and asking..."

Obviously, they knew all they had to do was put a little pressure on her and down came the panties.� I was furious - I didn't want my little girl being known as the local whore.� "I hate to do this, but this will pretty much end the trips to grandmom's house.� You understand why I have to do this?"

Instead of being angry, she seemed relieved.� "I understand.� If I keep going over there, they'll just keep coming and I really don't want to be bothered anymore.� And, I'm not a whore."

"I hope not, Pumpkin.� Word was spreading through the neighborhood that anybody could get in your panties - fast.� I think you know why."

"How did you find out?"

I smiled.� "Honey, I grew up in that neighborhood.� There are people still living there that know me and your mother - and you.� These people care about you, enough that one of them called me and told me what they've seen."

"And I thought I was being, um, what's that word?"

"Discreet?� I offered.

"Yeah, that.� Daddy, I'm sorry.� I'm just so confused right now."

"About what?"

"Oh, everything."� Cass waved her hand in frustration.� "I don't know!� I'm just confused."

"Anything I can do to help?"

Cass shook her head.� "If I figure out what's wrong, I'll let you know, okay?� I just don't want you mad with me."� Turning, she left the room, leaving me with more questions than answers.� I started after her and stopped, realizing she needed her space.

School finally got started and Cass found herself a boyfriend.� She was happy, so I didn't argue with her.� Reader, you should keep this in mind - I'll get back to this boyfriend in a moment.

One day, I stumbled across her diary sitting open on the dining room table.

"Cass!� You want to come get this before someone reads it?"

"What?� Oh, my diary.� You can read it if you want to - I don't have anything to hide from you."

A part of me wanted to respect the sanctity of her diary; another was dying to read it.�� Guess which part won?� Sitting at the table, I read about some guys she was crazy about and the ones she had taken to bed.� She also wrote about her first time with the new boyfriend and how disappointed she was after listening to him rant and rave about his prowess.� What was the most interesting reading were her thoughts about me.� In her writing, she spoke of how angry she was at me for ruining lovemaking for her because it seemed (to her) no one could satisfy her.� At the same time, she said being my lover was what she always wanted, ever since she could remember.

I was troubled by her anger because she'd given me the impression she was all right about our relationship.� I called her so we could talk about it.� "Sweetheart, your diary says you're angry with me because I've ruined sex for you.� Please tell me why you feel this way."� This was one of the "damages" I was worried about.

She looked nervous as she spoke.� "I really love you, Dad.� You've shown me so much and you really make me feel loved and wanted.� I still don't believe what we're doing is wrong.� But, I need more."

I was puzzled.� Because of our relationship, I was practically giving her anything she wanted, much to Karen's disapproval - she thought I was unnecessarily spoiling Cass.� She then asked a question, stumping me.

"Dad, have you ever wanted something all your own?"

"All the time, sweetie.� May I ask what you want?"

"A baby."

Oh, shit.� "A baby?� Why?� Honey, you're 15 years old; you've got plenty of time to have babies!� Right now, having a baby would hurt you more than anything else.� You've got to finish school and how are you going to support it?"

"I've thought about this.� All I know is I want someone I can devote all my love and attention to."

"What am I - chopped liver?" I asked, feigning hurt.

That brought a smile to her lovely features.� Cass reached across the short distance between us and touched my face gently.� "No, you're not chopped liver, silly.� Besides, I hate liver.� Can we talk about this again tomorrow or something?� I want to go finish reading my book."

"Sure, precious.� Whenever you're ready."

I went away from the conversation still feeling uneasy.� Cass wanted children - this told me that her maternal instincts were alive and well; however, she wanted children now and it bothered me.

Back to her new boyfriend, Barry, because this is important.� It's her 16th birthday so she goes out with him, gets laid, and comes home looking like she'd lost her lunch money.� I knew what she had planned - it was in her diary - so I knew what the source of her displeasure was.� I told her that if she needed me, I'd be available, to talk or whatever.� She didn't want to discuss it, so the matter was dropped.

A couple of weeks later, it's Christmas Eve and the usual family celebration was underway.� Karen and I watched as Aaron, Jason, and Cass trimmed the tree.� Jason was in charge of the project and with a seriousness that I found amusing; the tree was going up in good order.� The scene gave giving me a warm, fuzzy feeling as I.� Right on schedule, the tree was finished right around midnight so we cheated and began exchanging presents and the room was quickly filled with colorful paper and ribbons.� As I gave Cass her presents, she looked directly at me and flashed our signal - two fingers.

My heart fluttered in anticipation.� Since meeting Barry, we hadn't made love - I didn't want to spoil any chance at her being happy with him.

I lay in bed next to Karen, too excited to sleep.� Even though I had "confessed" to Karen - and because nothing had happened between Cass and I since she met Barry, I knew Karen thought my making love to Cass had been a one-shot deal.� No longer able to make myself wait, I got up and went downstairs to wait.

I paced the living room quietly, listening for the sounds of movement which would signal Cass's arrival.� As I paced, my cock was already growing large in anticipation of tasting her sweet flesh once more, feeling the anxiety coursing through me.

A sound from upstairs froze me in place.� Nervously, I listened as the sounds of soft footfalls reached me.� Cass appeared on the stairs, dressed in a white, flowing nightgown and my heart started to pound.� She looked so angelic as she approached and wrapped her arms around me, nuzzling her face into my bare chest.� Looking up at me she silently mouthed the words "I need you."� I dissolved into jelly.� With trembling hands, I lifted her gown to expose her young, firm body.� Tossing the gown aside, I kissed her lips gently, working my way across her cheek to run my tongue softly behind her ear.� She responded with a shudder, her hands rubbing my back and buttocks.

I stepped back a little to give her room to remove my underwear, which was doing little to hold the raging erection inside, the head of my cock protruding from the waistband.� Under the glow of the tree, we began to make love.� As always, it began with her sucking me.� She was so good at it, much better than her mother!� She surprised me by sucking each of my balls gently while stroking my cock, sending waves of delight through me.� Leaving my balls, she returned to taking me deep into her throat - I told you she was good, didn't I? - It never failed to amaze me, knowing it was something only her mother was capable of doing it.� For long minutes, Cass licked and sucked me, causing me to bite my lip to keep from crying out in sheer ecstasy.� Her soft hands caressed my ass as she continued to pleasure me.

When she stopped, she looked up at me, an impish look on her face.� She knew she had power over me and she loved every minute of it.� I laid her down and began to shower her supple body with kisses.� As my mouth closed on a nipple, she cradled my head against her and I could hear a sigh of pleasure escape her lips.� My tongue traced lazy patterns across the large globes of her breasts while my fingers found her swollen clitoris. I could her little sloshing sounds as I worked my fingers into her hot, wet opening, causing her to wiggle her bottom.� As my tongue and lips tasted the flesh of her tummy, I added another finger, spreading her wide.

"Yes," she whispered, lifting her hips to meet my gentle thrusts.� The blood was pounding in my head as I replaced my probing fingers with my mouth, turning myself until we were in a 69 position.� I went at her like a starving man, nibbling and sucking the succulent flesh of her femininity as she teasingly licked the head and shaft of my cock.� I could feel her breath hotly against my turgid flesh, increasing my excitement.� I cupped her firm bottom in my hands, placing her legs back and under my arms, exposing more of her quivering flesh to my invading tongue.� I plunged my tongue into her, drinking deeply as she came, her body shuddering under me.� I could hear her gasping as she tapped me on my back - the signal she was ready.

I licked, sucked, and nipped at her, for a moment longer, sending another intense orgasmic wave through her.� I savored the moment as her hot liquid filled my mouth to overflowing.� I knew she couldn't take much more so I stopped, reluctantly, and prepared to enter her.

Damn!� In my haste, I had left my room without a condom!� Cass looked up with me, her eyes reflecting both the lights of the tree and her all-consuming lust.� "Pull out before you come.� Just get it in me!"� Nodding, I slid into her deeply, my cock feeling more at home inside her than any woman I've ever been with.� With a great sense of urgency, we made love under the flickering lights of the tree.� She came often and hard, adding to my continued amazement and pleasure.� She was so hot!� I could sense my release coming and at the last moment, withdrew from her, jerking myself off until I came all over her breasts and stomach.� I shook with the force of my release as her hand replaced mine to milk the last precious drops of sperm from me.� Propping myself up on my elbows, I kissed her deeply and I felt her moan as the flavor of our combined tastes passed between us. As we stood, Cass threw herself into my arms, murmuring "I love you" over and over.

We took turns using the powder room to clean up and, carrying her up the stairs, I kissed her goodnight and with one last playful pat on her firm bottom, went to bed.� Exhausted, I slid into bed next to Karen and in minutes, I was asleep, knowing I was the luckiest man in the world.

Part VI

Winter passes and spring rolls in.� Cass, usually a good student, was doing poorly in school and despite the best efforts of Karen and me, we couldn't find out what was going on with her.� In fact, it had gotten so bad we were considering sending her to a local psychiatric center for evaluation and treatment.� One day, she told me she felt funny, like something was moving inside of her.

"Cass, have you missed your period?"� Nothing like getting right to the point.

"No, I don't think I'm pregnant.� I just feel funny, that's all."

"Maybe it's just gas or something.� We'll wait a little while to see if it goes away - if it doesn't, I'll take you to the doctor and get you checked out."

"Yeah, okay.� It's probably just nerves, Dad."

But I wasn't so sure.� I made a note to get an appointment for her to be seen as soon as possible.� Before this could happen, we had to commit her to the center because she had told a teacher she was depressed and was going to kill herself.� I was really concerned at learning this figuring the strain of our incestuous relationship had finally gotten to her.� I managed to convince myself this was, indeed, the case and all the guilt I had been ignoring along the way showed up at the same time.� I became so depressed at the thought of having done such a thing to her I gave some serious thought about my own suicide.� But I quickly realized killing myself wasn't going to help Cass - or me.

On the way back from admitting Cass, Karen asked, "What do you think is wrong with her?"

"Honey, I don't know; she's been acting strange ever since Christmas."

"Do you think Barry has something to do with it?"

Now there's a thought, I said to myself.� Aloud, I said, "Possibly.� Again, I'm not sure where to look first.� I do know they had broken up - but I don't think it was so bad this had to happen."

Karen: "I think she's hiding something."

"Like what?"

"Maybe she's pregnant?"� It was more of a question than a statement.

"I don't know," I began.� "When I asked her a few days ago, she told me her period was on time."

Or was it?� I remembered my original doubts and said, "You know, you might be right.� She's pregnant and doesn't want to say anything.� Well, that's easy enough to check."

Upon reaching the house, I called the center and told them our suspicions.� The center replied they would perform a routine entrance exam which included all the standard tests for STD and the like.� Comforted by this, I asked them to let me know when they got the results back.

A day later, the center called me at work with some news I didn't expect to hear.� They had taken Cass to the local emergency room because she had passed out.� They couldn't tell me what the problem was and I was frantic, wanting to leave right then to be by her side - but something in the caller's voice said there was more to this.

The woman on the other end of the phone told me they had gotten her test result back and she was quite healthy.� However, they found male hormones in her urine, indicating she was pregnant and they would determine how far along she was when she arrived at the ER.� Did I know about this?

I told her we had suspected as much and, as I spoke, I could feel my blood pressure rising Cass�s strange behavior now having a source.� Pregnant, scared, and not know how she was going to explain it - yeah, that'll do it.

Shit, shit, shit!

I quickly ended the call, and headed for the ER.� I had to exert a great deal of calm, realizing I was doing almost 80 in a 45 zone.� Wouldn't do me any good to either get killed or get busted for speeding so I slowed to just over the limit.� After what seemed to be forever, I arrived at the ER and after bullying the nurse at the desk, I found where they were examining her.� Bursting into the room like I owned the place, I started firing questions at the nurse.� I'm sure she had no idea who the hell I was, but she responded just the same, telling me a doctor was on the way to do a more in depth examination.

I looked at Cass laying on the table, looking so vulnerable, her fear evident and I calmed myself, knowing my being pissed wasn't going to make her feel any better.

I asked the center's rep who came with her to the ER if I could have a moment alone with her and, to my surprise, she refused!� I blinked, not understanding this refusal and was about to really get nasty when it dawned on me: Since they had brought her, they were accepting the responsibility.� But I also sensed something else was going on as both the rep and the attending nurse were giving me some pretty peculiar looks.

After a couple of minutes of silence had passed, I took a deep breath and ordered both women out of the room.� With reluctance, the center representative turned to leave, knowing as her father, I had the final word.� But the nurse insisted on remaining in the room, quoting some hospital policy.� This really had me convinced that something wasn't according to Hoyle - I was very much familiar with this particular hospital's rules, mostly because my mother spent 30 years working for them.� Giving the nurse a look which said "stay out of my way," I crossed to the table and talked to Cass.

"Okay, look.� I want you to know I'm not angry or anything." From the corner of my eye, the nurse relaxed.� "Once we find out what the doctor has to say, I think you have an important decision to make:� Keep the baby or abort."� Looking into her eyes, I could see the choices running around in her mind.� I don't favor abortion, but this wasn't my call.

"Cassandra, honey, what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to keep it."� I wasn't pleased but, again, not my call here.� A tap on the door got the nurse's attention and while she answered it, I quietly asked, "Whose child are your carrying?"� The answer almost caused me to pass out.

She mouthed a single word: YOURS!

Oh, dear God. . .

I was spared any response by the appearance of the doctor who hustled me out of the room to do her exam, telling me she'd be with me as soon as she was done.� Then she turned her back on me and started ordering all sorts of test.� After being ushered into the day room, I thought:� How was this possible?, my disorganized thoughts scrambling to regain some semblance of order as I paced the day room, trying to figure out which end was up.� A million thoughts raced through my mind and all the probable implications - and none of them looked good.� After about ten or fifteen minutes, the doctor came out of the exam room and called me over to the nurses station - and she didn't look happy.

"Mr. Conner," she began.� "Your daughter is fine.� Apparently, the people at the center told her that they had called you with the news - that's when she fainted."

I nodded silently as she continued.� "She is pregnant, approximately four months along. Did you or your wife know about this?"

"No, no.� We both thought something was going on with her, but when asked, she always told us everything was fine.� We figured eventually we'd find out what was going on."� Oh, boy did we ever!� "Doctor, she's told me she wants to terminate the pregnancy."

Even as I said this, I already knew it was too late.� The doctor confirmed it saying, "It would be dangerous, but no one in the state will do it since she's so far along.� You could go somewhere else, but..."� It wasn't hard to figure out she didn't advise it.

I thanked her for her help with Cass, asking if I could see her.� Before I could move, the doctor held up a hand to stop me.� Impatiently, I gave her a threatening look.� "What is it?"

"I was made to understand there's some question about the father of the baby," came her blunt statement.� My mouth opened in surprise and started to reply - then I thought about it - the nurse!� She must have told her of my conversation with Cass when I got there.� "And what might that be, Doctor?"� My tone indicated she should be very careful about what she said next.

I had to hand it to her.� Here we were, standing in the middle of room with me towering over her and she wasn't intimidated.� "To be frank, Mr. Conner, I've been told she named you as the father."

"Did she really?� I said, my temper quickly reaching the point of no return.� "Do I look like a complete idiot or something?� Doctor, she knows she in trouble with me over this.� As her father, I also know she has a knack of diverting attention away from her when she gets in trouble."

"Are you saying she's hiding something?"� I could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't believe one word of what I was saying.� Undaunted, I said, "Why do you think she's at the center to begin with?� She must have known she was pregnant and concocted a story about killing herself to keep us from finding out.� She knew we'd admit her - but she didn't figure on the examination."

The doctor mulled this over.� "Yeah, it fits.� I've seen this kind of thing before."� I relaxed.

"Doctor, believe me.� I know this girl.� If there's something going on, we'll get to the bottom of it."� I excused myself and returned to Cass.� The nurse was just finishing cleaning up and upon my entrance, gave me a scalding look.� I returned her baleful stare with one of my own, causing her to retreat to a corner, pretending to straighten out some sheets.

"Cass, the doctor tells me aborting is out of the question.� So, it looks like we've got some preparations to make, huh?"� She smiled weakly - was it a smile of relief?

"You gonna tell my mother when you get home?"

"Ah, well, I guess I have to, huh?� Don't worry - we'll make sure everything turns out just fine."

After learning nothing else was really wrong with her and she'd be spending the night, I left, my mind in turmoil as I searched for a way to tell Karen she was going to be a grandmother.� Personally, I'd rather face starving wolves. . .

I got home, told Karen the news and, as expected, she didn't take it well.� "How could she let this happen?" she sobbed.� I stood there feeling helpless.

"Karen, how doesn't matter now.� What does matter is getting things ready for the new arrival."� She nodded in agreement.� Between the two of us, we determined that Barry was the culprit and after getting his phone number, I called him and told him the "good news." Not unexpected, he denied it, saying they only did it once (a lie) and he had used protection - at least this much was true because we found an empty package in her room.� I spoke to his mother, who wasn't in the least bit happy about any of this.� I hung up after gaining her support to make sure Barry held up his end.

This taken care of, I set out to develop a plan of action to deal with the new arrival.� We had to arrange prenatal care and all the usual stuff.� Once this was in place, we figured things were going to work out just fine.

Not really.� A few days later, I got a call from the center's social worker, who insisted on meeting with me personally that day.� I had to do some juggling, but I cleared the time and told her I could be in her office in twenty minutes.� Upon my arrival, I was escorted to the worker's office.� For several minutes, she said nothing, making a show of shuffling some papers on her desk.� Then, without any preamble, she hit me with a body shot.

"Mr. Conner," she began.� "Cass tells me you two are lovers - any truth to this?"

I kept my composure - how I don't know.� Before I could respond, she continued by saying, "Personally, I don't believe it."� With a chuckle, she said, "If I told you how many times I've heard this, your hair would curl!"� "But, because Cass has accused you of also fathering her baby, an investigation by state authorities is mandatory."

A cold drop of sweat rolled down my back as panic started to set in.� Terror gripped my heart because I knew the authorities were relentless in their quest to prosecute child molesters.

My fear was so great, I barely heard her say, "You could help clear yourself by coming with me to the lab and taking a blood test."� Her words snapped me back to reality.� "I don't think so, Mrs. Ames.� Let me tell you why.� From where I sit, her boyfriend Barry is the father.� Cass has already told me she and Barry had sex and afterwards, the condom came off of him while he was inside her.� And Barry tells the same story.� Based on this admission, I don't see any reason to take any tests."

"Mr. Conner!� Be reasonable!� If you aren't the father, you don't have anything to worry about, do you?"

Just the way she said it gave me plenty to worry about.� I was all too familiar with the way paternity tests were routinely botched by lab technicians; I also knew about false positive test results.� No, I wasn't about to set myself up to be railroaded.

"No.� I refuse to be tested."

Well, this didn't make Mrs. Ames happy with me.� "We can make you take the test, you know."

I laughed and said, "You're going to need a court order, then.� Good luck."

"I'm sorry to hear you feel this way, Mr. Conner.� Of course, the police will be investigating as well since state law also mandates it.� One way or the other, the truth will be found."

I left the center, burning with a rage I never knew before.� Betrayed!� But why?� Didn't she know uttering those words just condemned me to a life of prison walls?� As the tears flowed hotly onto my cheeks, I realized I was looking at my alpha and omega.�� By the time I got home, I was still pretty depressed.� I went looking for Karen, knowing I couldn't put off telling her what the meeting was about.� After getting Karen and the boys together, I began.

"As you know, we had to put Cass in at the Arlington Center so we could find out what was bothering her."� I stopped to collect my thoughts as Jason and Aaron nodded, sadness overlaying their concern.� "Well," I continued, "we know what the problem is - she's going to have a baby."� Nods of agreement gave me the strength to continue.� "What I just found out will probably not make sense, but it seems that Cass has told the folks at Arlington that I am the father of her baby."

Big mistake - and it's putting things mildly.� The dining room erupted in chaotic conversation.

"You?� Dad..."

"Hold, it one minute!� My sister said what?"

Slapping her hand on the table, Karen quieted Jason and Aaron.� "Let's hear what your father has to say."

"I was told the child abuse investigators and the police would be called in.� Because Cass fingered me, so to speak, they wanted me to submit to a blood test.� I refused."

"As well you should," said Jason and I was touched by his protective attitude towards me.

Karen addressed the boys.� "Your father and I figured out that Barry is the father.� But he denies it."

You can imagine this news didn't go over well with either of the brothers.� "He's history,� intoned Aaron a look of determination on his face.

"Yeah, right," chimed in Jason.� I raised my hands for silence.

"Guys, beating him up isn't going to solve anything."

Jason muttered, "Yeah, but it would feel good right about now!"� I smiled; of the two, Jason was more protective of Cass despite being the youngest of the three.

"We all have to understand that Cass will be going through a lot over the next few months and we have to do all we can to help.� Agreed?"

Both boys nodded and I dismissed them after catching Karen's look of "we've got to talk."� Once we were alone, Karen voiced her concerns.

"These people are going to try nailing you for this."

"I know, I know.

"Is it yours?"

"No!� No way!"

"Okay, I just wanted to know because I'm behind you on this."

"I appreciate it, Karen; I'm going to need all the help I can get."

Part VI - Chapter 2

I only visited Cass once during the rest of her stay at the center and even then it was supervised because the center's staff felt that I would try to coerce her into changing her story or do her some harm.� I thought the whole thing funny, even though I did see their point.� Holding black belts in two martial art disciplines, I doubted if the center's staff could stop me if I wanted to hurt my little girl.

Anyway, with the investigation well underway, the state authorities as well as the local police questioned me.� During all of this, I was an emotional mess.� There were days when I just couldn't think straight, my mind occupied with thoughts of going to jail and having to deal with life there.� I would go for walks and find myself wandering aimlessly through the neighborhood.� Then there were the other moments that added to my despair - the other members of the family constantly questioned me, asking why Cass would say something like this.� My answers were always the same; I had no idea.� Deep in my heart, I really didn't know.

At every step in our relationship, questions were asked to ensure that all was well.� I never pressured Cass into anything.� Sure, there were days when I would have to put my foot down on some things like keeping her room clean; but Cass understood that even though our relationship was deep and special, it didn't excuse her from the day-to-day family responsibilities.� What could I have done to mess up our happiness?

There were my conversations with my closet friend, the only other person I could trust.� I had been unable to contain my joy and confided in Kevin right from the beginning and I knew he understood and agreed with what was going on.� Feeling like I had to get a second opinion, I called Kevin.

"She did what!" he exclaimed after I told him what was going on.� "Is the girl crazy?"� I could tell he was both surprised and angry at my apparent betrayal.� "Chris, what the hell is going on?"

"Kev, I don't know, man."

"Have you asked her?"

"I'm not sure I really want to know; it's not going to make a difference."

"What do you mean?"

"Kev, they are going to believe her no matter what I say.� Plain and simple."

"Chris, you could be wrong."� I knew Kevin was trying to keep me positive but his words lacked any truth.� We both knew cases like this went to court and ended up with the men involved getting long jail sentences.� Just a week ago, a man got four life sentences, even though the girl involved openly admitted to seducing the much-older man.

"Kevin, I appreciate your support," I said as the tears started to flow.� Sobbing and unable to continue, I sniffed out an apology to Kevin, promising to call him later.� After hanging up, I gave in to my fear and pain, crying uncontrollably.� I knew my life was over.� For some reason, Cass had opened the door and shoved me in - the system would make sure the door got slammed and locked.

Cass returned home after two weeks at Arlington and things between us were barely civil.� Whenever she looked at me, I turned away; not in hate, but in sorrow and confusion.�� I didn't want to risk saying anything to Cass that the child abuse center investigator could use against me.� But I had to know why I was going to jail.� When I had a chance to be alone with her, I decided to find out what was on her mind.

As I framed questions in my mind I looked at Cass, who sat before me with her eyes down.

"I have to know, Cass.� Why did you betray me?"

"I don't know," came her infuriating reply.

"You don't know?� Cass, these people are going to take you away and put you in some foster home!� On top of this, they are going to send me to jail!� Please don't tell me you don't know!"

"I told them I said it because I was scared," a teary-eyed Cass replied.� "When they asked me who the baby's father was and who I'd been having sex with, I wasn't thinking."

"Honey, you picked a pretty bad time to tell the truth," I said with a wry, smile.

"But, I told them you didn't force me to do anything!"

I sighed.� "Pumpkin, nothing you're going to say now is going to save me.� First you tell them one thing, then turn around and tell them something different.� They might be thinking that I managed to force you into changing your story."

Cass was crying as she said, "Dad, I'm sorry!� I didn't mean to hurt you or get you in trouble.� I just didn't know what to do."

I nodded, understanding her position.� At the same time, I resigned myself to my fate.� I wasn't really being selfish - this possibility had always been in the front of my mind from Day One.� Nothing else remained but to face whatever penalty they chose for me.

While going over this in my mind, Cass was saying something about her boyfriend and the last time she saw him, on her birthday.� I really didn't hear most of it, but one part stuck out in my mind - the date she last had sex with him.� Suddenly, my mind started doing some calculations: I knew her due date and the last time she had sex with him - and it wasn't coming up right.� Using the formula doctor's use for determining conception dates, I came up with an answer to why it wasn't coming up right - and it stopped my breathing.

The date of conception was, oh dear God, the day after Christmas.� I sat there for a moment, reliving the events.� I clearly remembered being insider her, stroking along.� She came, I was about to come and I got out in time, didn't I?� Apparently not.

She couldn't help but notice my silence.� I looked at her with tears in my eyes now; I can't really say they were tears of frustration or joy.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Quietly I said, "I don't think the baby is Barry's.

Her expression told me she didn't understand, so grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil, I did the math for her.� I watched as Cass's eyes grew wide with astonishment.� Then the weirdest thing happened.� Instead of her getting upset, she smiled, hugged me!

"Thank you, oh, thank you!"� As she continued to hug me, I had to admit I didn't see much to be thankful of; I was going to jail for the rest of my life now.

Part VI - Chapter 3

A couple of weeks later, I came home from work to find the police and CAC investigator waiting for me.� For those couple of weeks, I went through mood swings that surprised even me.� One moment, I would behave like a beaten man, moping my way through things, living each moment as they would be my last.� The next moment I was full of love and happiness knowing Cass was carrying our child.� Seeing the police car in the driveway, however, I couldn't help but feel my nightmare was about to begin.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought a heart attack was in the works.� In a moment of panic, I started to get back in the car and run until I ran out of gas or money.� But I couldn't run.� Not because they'd find me; because I had to be a man and deal with the consequences of my actions.� Taking a deep breath, I went inside.

Everyone in the room looked up at my entrance, their faces unreadable as was mine.� After some introductions, Karen left the house, leaving me alone with Cass and the law.� The ensuing silence was maddening.� Finally, not being able to stand it any longer, I broke the verbal impasse.� "What did you discover?"� And braced for the worse.

"Perhaps this could be better discussed just between the three of us," spoke Detective Brennan, casting his eyes in Cass's direction.

"Cass, would you mind...?"� Cass went outside and they laid the news on me.

Brennan:� "Mr. Conner, given your daughter's statements to us, we had determined you would be charged with child abuse."� I almost passed out right on the spot.

Mrs. Edwards, the CAC investigator, spoke up.� "But we changed our minds, particularly after Cass told us she was a willing participant and, therefore, according to law, not a victim."� Before I could relax, Mrs. Edwards continued.

"We then decided instead of charging you with unlawful sexual intercourse, your daughter would be removed from the home.� You will have to undergo court-mandated therapy."� Again, my heart sunk.� Well, that was better than going to jail - but not by much.

Detective Brennan picked it up from there.� "This was before the CAC got the results of the police investigation.�� Tell me, do you remember the false rape reported by your daughter?"

"Of course I remember.� What does that...?"

"Well, we decided she had an axe to grind, based on the events found in the false report."

Oh, I remembered that day all too well.� Cass had stolen her brother's check book and forged several of his checks to buy some items at school.� Of course, we discovered the theft and faced her with it, proving the accusations with the canceled checks.� She ran upstairs, screaming about it not being fair, only to return a few minutes later saying she needed to talk to me about something which had happened at school and, after several minutes of persuasion, I got her to tell me what she was talking about.� That's when she told me some guy had raped her in school earlier in the day.

I had exploded with rage!� Rape!?� Where is the son-of-a-bitch?� As Karen and I listened to the details, there was a nagging thought at the back of my mind - something wasn't quite right.� I called the police and they sent two officers over to investigate.� After getting her story, they told us she'd have to undergo testing so they could collect any evidence.

Karen left with Cass and the police, leaving me to think things out.� After a minute or two it dawned on me what was wrong - she was lying because we busted her about stealing from her brother and this was her way of distracting us!� Meanwhile, at the hospital, the examination came up clean, only revealing she was sexually active.� But it was a fitting punishment, I thought, because any woman who's been raped and reported it knows how personal the resulting physical exam can be - they want to know everything!

"After reading the report, Mr. Connor, �chimed Edwards, "I went back and grilled Cass again.� As a result of this increased pressure, I got her to confess you hadn't sexually assaulted her and you aren't the father of her child.� Therefore, the case against you is being officially dropped - no charges would be filed in this matter."

Throughout it all, I showed no emotion because I really wasn't sure which emotion would be the right one.� They apologized for the hassles, pointing out the necessity.� Absently, I accepted their apologies and showed them out.� As soon as they left, Cass returned from her temporary exile.� I turned to her and asked, "You lied!� Why?"

Smiling, Cass said, "Once I realized you are the baby's father, I knew you wouldn't be able to provide for him/her if you're rotting in a jail cell.� Dad?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I just want you to know I love you very much.� When they told me I was pregnant, I got scared and panicked.� I really didn't think the center would do anything, since I told the worker there it wasn't done against my will."

"Pumpkin, this was one of the main things we talked about - what could happen if the truth ever came out!"

"I know.� I remembered after telling our story to the center's staff.� I need to know something."

"What?"

"Can you find it in your heart to forgive me for being so thoughtless?"

It was a hard question for me to answer, under the circumstances.� On the one hand, I had been found innocent of any wrongdoing (ha, ha).� On the other, I had been subjected to a great deal of scrutiny by the authorities despite the fact they were trying to poke holes in her story more than mine.� As I sat there, I thought about all the terror I lived through, my fears of imprisonment reducing me to a bundle of nerves.

I knew then that I had no one to blame for this except myself.� Had I not given in to her in the first place, things would not have gotten to this point.� I could have said "No way, Jose."� I didn't and chose to let my lust and my love for Cass get the better of me.� So depending on how one cared to look at it, had I not done the things I did, she wouldn't have been in the position of having to tell of our relationship.

Finished with my thinking, I wiped my eyes and looked across the room at her, knowing in my heart I've never been so much in love with her before in my life.� I stood and opened my arms to welcome her back.� With her tears now flowing freely, she fell into my embrace and we held each other closely while exchanging apologies.� I could feel the slight swelling of her belly against me and the thought of my child growing inside of my child tore down whatever emotional walls remained.

Part VII - Chapter 1

Over the next couple of months, I watched the changes in her.� Her breasts were larger and fuller, filling with milk our son would need.� Oh, yes, one of the first things we learned was it was a boy!� It was hard for me to contain my joy while playing the role of the father with the "disgraced daughter."� Her former boyfriend, having panicked upon hearing of his "fatherhood," skipped town.� To this very day, he believes the child is his. . .

I had taken a half-day of vacation from work, wanting to enjoy the beautiful summer weather we were having.� When I came in, I found my very pregnant daughter sitting in front of the TV, but not watching it.� After putting my briefcase away, I asked what was wrong.

For a moment, she didn't answer; I figured her hormones were plotting against her again, so I wasn't going to bother her.� So, with a shrug, I went to the kitchen for something to drink.� Returning to the living room, I found her pacing the room nervously.� I was starting to get concerned, now wondering if something was wrong with the baby.� She walked past me and stopped.� Turning in my direction, she looked at me and said, "You know, you really make me mad!"

Well, how's that for a slap in the face?� "Huh?� What did I do?" I asked.

Her reply was rather forceful.� "It's not what you did, well, it is, but it's more what you didn't do."

If you thought I was confused before...� So, I waited and while I did, my mind was racing trying to figure out how I managed to get on her wrong side, other than the obvious.� "What didn't I do?"

She rolled her eyes and continued her pacing.� This was getting to be too much for me, so I grabbed her and asked, "What the hell is wrong with you?"� The look she gave me in return would have caused it to snow in July.

"I need some loving," she finally said.� "And you haven't even bothered to see if I was alright in this regard."

Women - damned if you do, damned if you don't.

Suppressing my bafflement, I said, "Well, since we kissed and made up, we didn't discuss that aspect of our relationship."� I mean, hadn't I done enough already?

Her frustration was coming through loud and clear and she said, "Just because we had a problem before doesn't mean we have one now."

As I stood there, looking totally silly in my confusion, she took a step toward me and declared, "If you don't take me upstairs and make love to me, I'm going to lose what was left of my mind!"� With this having been said, she headed up the stairs, with me right behind her.

I caught up with her just in time to see her removing her maternity clothing.� As I closed the door, I took in the scene before me.� The sight of her swollen breasts and tummy was intoxicating.� Even being on the other side of the room, I could feel her sexual energy wash over me.� I must have been taking too long in undressing because she came over to me and started pulling my shirt over my head, not even bothering with undoing the buttons.� I could feel my own heat building inside of me as I unfastened my pants and stepped out of them, ripping them at the crotch in my haste.

She was so beautiful in her pregnancy; well, at least I thought so.� Gently, I reached out and placed a trembling hand on the swollen curve of her stomach.� And felt our son moving inside of her.� I could feel the tears running down my cheek as I looked into her smiling face.� Taking my hands in hers, she sat on the edge of the bed and began to lick the head and shaft of my now rock-solid cock.� My knees buckled for a moment and I felt lightheaded as she took half of me into her hot, wet mouth and sucked gently.� A sigh of contentment flowed from me as she sucked me until I couldn't stand up.� Not wanting to come in her mouth, I tried to pull away but she placed her hands firmly on my ass, holding me in place as she took me deeper into her throat.

I fought like a madman to maintain my control!� I could feel and hear her own contented sounds as she increased her sucking motions.� Her tongue had a mind of its own, flicking over the more sensitive parts just enough to get my attention - and to have me wanting more.� Leaving only the head in her mouth, she ran her tongue around it, once, twice and once again - real hard.� And I came just as hard, shaking like a man caught in a seizure.� She pulled back and smiled at me as she continued to stroke me, keeping me hard.�� Through the orgasmic haze, I heard her say something about not having done that in a long time.� Whatever she was talking about, I didn't care - because now I get to exact my revenge.

Gently I laid her down, her legs still hanging off the bed.� Sitting down on the floor, I spread her legs and bent her knees, holding her feet in my hands.� I could feel her tense in anticipation and it made me smile.� Sitting up a little so I could peek over the rise of her belly, I could see her face.� It was a portrait of impatience personified as she chewed her lower lip.� Again, I smiled as I looked between her legs, trying to decide where I wanted to start first.� Decision made, I began by running my tongue along the inside of first her right thigh, then the left, feeling her shiver at the touch.

"That tickles!" she protested.� I didn't answer.� Instead, I nuzzled my face in the place where her leg joined her body, breathing in the very musky scent of her sex.� In fact, it was muskier than I remembered.� Hmm.� It really is true, you know, what they say about making love to a pregnant woman being different...

Getting a bit impatient myself, I slipped my tongue between her pussy lips, feeling them swell and part to admit me.� I licked her slowly from the top of her slit all the way down to that little spot of flesh that separated her twin openings.� An evil thought flashed through my mind and I licked the tight buttonhole of her ass.� The result was electrifying!� She flinched and a gasp came from her and she tried to get away from me.� But I was having none of it and continued to tongue her ass, forcing the stiff tip of my tongue into her.� Her hips started moving instantly, screwing my face.� I'd teased her long enough and I moved to her pussy, my tongue sliding into her easily.� Ah, she was so wet and tasted... different.

Plumper than normal outer lips surrounded my mouth as I licked and sucked her at my leisure, savoring this new taste.� I could hear her moaning softly, her hips moving in perfect rhythm to the strokes of my lips and tongue.� Moving up to her clit, I sucked it between my lips, feeling it twitch in protest of being captured.� I sucked hard, exposing the tip and shaft of her clit and began attacking it with my tongue.� I was lost in my own passions as I ate her faster and faster.� She reached down and pulled my head to her wetness so hard that I felt a tooth loosen.� Ignoring the pain, I held my head still as she worked her hot pussy all over my face.

I felt that now familiar strong pulse - she was about to come.� Her breath was coming hard and fast and the lower half of her was out of sync.� Pulling her closer to me and placing my hands under her bottom, I lifted her sex to my mouth and sucked for all I was worth until I felt the first rush of her ejaculation.� It was strong, too, as that initial jet went straight up my nose.� For a moment, I could neither breathe nor see, but I fought against it, sucking, and licking her clit.� Pulse after pulse, jet after jet, it wasn't too long before she was lying in a huge puddle of fluid, the movement of her hips splashing obscenely in the steamy tide.

I stood, my erection throbbing with its own need for release.� I waited for a moment because I could see that she was having trouble composing herself.� I guess she could see me waiting and opened her legs wider to admit me.� That made me smile and I looked at her stomach then back at her.� She rolled her eyes, realizing that our child would be in the way.� Gently, I turned her over and lifted her to her knees.� Spreading her legs wider, I positioned my cock head at her entrance and slowly entered her, being careful not to disturb the child growing inside of her.

Nirvana, heaven, bliss.� Call it what you want, but it felt so damned good.� I had forgotten what it felt like to be inside her without a condom on and it was all I could do not to ram the full length into her - but I managed.� I started slowly, only to have her tell me to "stop messing around back there and get busy."� She didn't have to tell me twice.� I shoved the last three inches inside her and after taking a deep breath, I began to move inside her with gusto.� I spread her ass cheeks so I could watch my thickness slide in and out of her, spreading her wide (but not as wide as the baby would).� The shaft of my cock glistened with our combined juices as she urged me to come.� I really didn't want to, but I aim to please.

I doubled my efforts, my cock now easily going in to the hilt and it wasn't long before I felt that all too familiar feeling.� I could feel my cock swelling inside of her - she could feel it, too.� She pushed back against me, trapping me deep inside her as I came in long, strong spurts.

Did you know that the Japanese call having an orgasm "The Little Death?"� Well, we both died on this one.� Standing behind her, I was gasping for breath and trying to stay upright as she collapsed onto her belly, my semi-hard cock exiting her with a very sexy popping sound.� Exhausted, I dropped to my knees while the intense feelings subsided within me.� I felt that everything was just fine with the world.

"Ooh," Cass moaned as she tried to sit up.� "You, sir, are dangerous!"

"Dangerous?" I replied in mock surprise.� "What makes you say that?"

"Because you give me all that I need - and more that I can't handle!"

Laughing, I said, "Honey, that's the whole purpose; to be more than you could ever expect."

After helping her to stand, I took my darling Cass into my arms and held her - well, as much as her belly would allow anyway.� "I love you, baby."

Lifting her eyes to meet mine, she replied, "I know.� It won't be too much longer until our son arrives."

"I can't wait to meet him."

"Well, if he turns out to be anything like you, there won't be a woman safe anywhere!"� As she headed for the bathroom, she winked and said, "I'll see you later tonight for seconds."

All I could do was smile in return...

Part VIII - Chapter 1

For the next several months, things were pretty much routine and it was almost time for the new arrival's appearance.� Normally, you would think that this would be a time to rejoice and be happy.� But my mind was thinking other things and asking questions I knew I didn't have the answer for.

We knew from the doctor that everything was going according to plan and all tests were showing up clean.� So, why was I so worried?� During those final days, she was obviously one miserable soul and the family stopped all the fat jokes and concentrated on helping to get her through the final steps.� Our sessions were put on hold for the duration for obvious reasons.� That didn't stop us from talking about the future of things.

"Dad?� What are we going to tell him about his father when he asks?"

Since I anticipated this question, my answer was easy and immediate.� "The truth," I replied.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" she asked, the concern in her voice unmistakable.

"Darling, our son will be treated no different than you or your brothers.� I haven't lied to any of you, so why should I lie to him?"

"But what if he hates you?"

I hadn't thought about that.� "That's a possibility,� I conceded.� "That is something I will have to deal with if and when it happens.� I'm pretty sure that once we explain it to him, he'll understand that he was conceived out of the love we have for each other."

"I hope so, Dad; I really do."

Cass's question, however, had set off a new wave of guilt cascading through me, leaving me to wonder just how I would handle this situation.� A vision of a grown and angry young man-child towering over my old, frail body popped unbidden into my head, sending a shiver through me despite the heat of the day.

"But, son," my old and cracking voice was saying.� "Your being born was an accident; we didn't plan on having you!� That doesn't mean that I didn't love you, then or now."

The older version of my unborn son was saying something that I couldn't hear because someone was shaking me.

"Chris?� CHRIS!"

My eyesight cleared and I found Karen in front of me, a worried look on your face.� "Are you okay?� Cass told me that you just blanked out while she was talking to you."

"Huh?� Oh, yeah, I'm okay.� I was just thinking about something."

"Must have been pretty deep, huh?" Karen said in relief.� "You looked like you were light years away!"

Karen, my love, you just don't know how right you are.

Part VIII - Chapter 2

Emergency lights flashing, I wove through traffic, careful not to shake up my passenger.� Cass lay in the backseat of the car, panting like a freight train.� Karen, in the front seat, called back to her "Hang in there, Cass!� We're almost there."

"Ooohh!� You can't get there fast enough!� came her pained reply as another contraction ripped through her.�� As I approached the hospital entrance, I was feeling both happy and as guilty as hell.� It really bothered me to see her in such pain and the guilt came in hard and heavy as I knew that I was responsible for her agony.� Shaking the negative feelings away, we arrived at the emergency room.

Karen wanted to get a wheelchair but Cass waved her off, saying that now that she was standing up, it wasn't that bad.� While checking her in and getting directions to the maternity ward, another contraction hit her, causing a sharp intake of breath.� I could see her battle the new and painful sensations and, of course, there was no way I was going to miss the look she was giving me!

We arrived on the maternity floor and I won the toss to go into the labor room with her first while Karen took care of notifying the family of the impending birth.� Cass lay on the bed uncomfortably as we waited for the doctor to arrive.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"This hurts!"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.� "It'll be over with soon - try to hang in, okay?"

Another pain coursed its way through her.� Gasping for breath, she said, "I've got a great idea."

"Oh?� And what might that be?"

"You can take this pain for me.� This is your fault, you know," Cass laughed.

"My fault!� No way, sweetheart - it's the person's fault that last had it!"

"Well, you gave it to me," she said protesting.

"Hah!" I replied.� "You wanted it just as much as I wanted to give it to you!"

"Oh, yeah - that's right!� Well, you can take it back now."

I knew that this playful banter was keeping both of our minds off of the increasing labor pains.� I was about to say something when the doctor arrived.� When he introduced himself, I couldn't keep from laughing - his last name was the same as ours!

"Okay," said Dr. Conner.� "Let's see what we've got here."� I was expecting him to ask me to leave the room.� Instead, he drew back the sheet, exposing Cass's swollen belly.� After pulling on a pair of gloves, I watched in amazement as he plunged into Cass halfway to his elbow - while I was standing there!� Cass's grip on my hand increased twenty-fold as Dr. Conner did his internal exam and after a few seconds, he carefully withdrew.� As Cass gratefully relaxed, he turned to me.

"Well, she's in active labor, alright but she's only dilated one centimeter.� Is this your first child?"

Without thinking, I answered, "No.� She's my second."

Dr. Conner looked confused.� "Her chart says this is her first..." It dawned on me what he was talking about.

"Oh, no!� This is my daughter!� I'm the baby's grandfather!"

Understanding, he continued.� "I don't think she's quite ready yet.� I'm going to get another doctor to confirm this, though."

As he left the room, Cass and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"He thought that me and you..." giggled Cass.

"I was wondering why he had that look on his face.� Poor guy, he just doesn't know how right he is!"

Further conversation was halted as a team of doctors invaded the small labor room.� Over the next ten minutes, Cass was poked, prodded, and wired for sound as the team checked for her readiness to deliver.� I stood by watching the ultrasonic picture of our child while listening to his heartbeat and realized that I wasn't breathing.� I took a breath so deep and loud that the team looked up at me and smiled.

When they finished, the team leader came over to me.� "Mr. Conner, your wife is in labor, but she's not ready to deliver yet.� She can go home now, but keep an eye on her."

"My wife?� I asked, my confusion returning.� The doctor looked back at me just as confused.� "This isn't my wife."

Embarrassed, the lady said, "Oh.� Yes, well, your girlfriend..."

Ah, okay.� I get it now.� "Doctor, she's not my girlfriend either; she's my daughter."� The doctor laughed nervously as she finally caught on.� "I see!� Well, she can go home."� Cass was getting dressed and when the team left, we burst into laughter once again.

Part VIII - Chapter 3

After a couple more false alarms, the time finally came.� And I missed it.� I was at work when I got the call from Karen - it was time and they were on the way to the hospital.� Instead of having that sense of calm, knowing that everything was under control, I was furious!� I had promised Cass that I would be there when she delivered!� Oh, I could have just left work to be there; but I knew that by the time I got there, it would be all over.

So I waited.� Through the rest of the day, I was kept updated on the progress and was told that the doctors were considering a Caesarian because her hips were too narrow for a natural delivery.� That didn't make my disposition any better, but I saw the necessity of it.� Before I left at the end of the day, the news came: He's here and everybody is doing fine.� I could hear the elation in Karen's voice, knowing that she had been there throughout the entire ordeal.� However, instead of joy and relief, all I could feel was emptiness and an irrational anger.� The biggest moment in my life and I couldn't be there!

The next day, I went to the hospital and met my newborn son.� I wish I could explain with clarity what I was feeling at that moment.� Relief and pride, certainly.� But, somewhere deep inside, I felt a sadness that even to this day, I can neither explain nor understand.

Entering the room, I immediately went to Cass, kissed her, and told her how happy I was that everything turned out okay.� She was tired but happy as she handed Leslie Christopher Conner to me.� Fighting back the tears as I held him, I barely heard Cass explaining how she came up with his name.� I looked at him and he did something that really made the joy in my heart overwhelm me.� Leslie looked back at me and raised an eyebrow as if saying, "Who the hell are you and why are you holding me?"� I passed the wriggling newborn to Karen.

"He looks just like Jason did when he was born," she noted and it caused Cass and me to look at each other nervously.

"Of course he does, Karen!� It makes sense that if the kids all resemble me, our first grandchild would bear that same resemblance."

"I just can't get over how uncanny the resemblance it!� He's darling!"

As the other family members present fussed and cooed over Leslie, I slipped out of the room unnoticed, my hands shaking terribly.� That Leslie would look so much like Jason at birth never occurred to me and I felt very close to panic as I realized that anyone paying close attention to the baby would realize that he didn't have any of Barry's characteristics.� Leslie had his mother's tawny-brown skin coloring and green eyes (that later changed to my light brown ones).� Long, black hair adorned his head and Leslie reminded me of someone, too - me - when I was born!� I was sure that Karen and my mother would notice but, as it turned out, they never did.

Returning to the room, I sat on the edge of the bed next to Cass, who whispered "He looks just like you."

"Don't I know it?" I said nervously.

"He's beautiful, Dad.� I can't thank you enough for giving him to me."

"You're so welcome, darling.� Let's see how happy you are when he starts growing up and getting into trouble!"

Part VIII - Chapter 4

And get in trouble he did, but not as you might imagine.� Leslie was only home for a day when Cass noticed that he was listless and wouldn't eat.� After taking one look at him, we rushed him to the hospital; that one look told me that my son was dying.� His pediatrician came out and gave us the bad news, saying that he couldn't be certain without more tests, but it looked like Leslie's body wasn't processing his formula as expected.� As we recoiled in horror, he told us that in order to save his life, he would have to be transferred to another hospital that specialized in neonatal disorders.

Without hesitating, the arrangements were made.� Leslie was flown by helicopter to the children's hospital and, by the time we arrived an hour later, he was in the intensive care unit, tubes and wires covering his tiny body.� A team of specialists ran in and out of the room as the team leader approached me and Cass.

"Mr. Conner, Ms. Conner," he began.� "I'm not going to play games here.� Leslie is a very sick little man.� Right now, he's stable but we don't expect him to survive the night."� Surprisingly, Cass took this news better than I did as my heart fell right out of my chest.

"What do you think is wrong with him?� I asked after gathering up my courage.

"If I didn't know better, �said the team leader, scratching his head, "I would say that he's in diabetic shock - he has all the symptoms of someone who has just died of a massive heart attack due to a lack of insulin."

Whatever calm I had left the room.� "Then treat him for that, if you don't really know!"� Puzzled, the doctor looked at me.� I went on.� "You said his glucose level is zero - give him glucose!"

That seemed to shock the man out of his stupor.� "Yes!� Yes!� Of course - excuse me!"� He ran into the room holding my dying child, screaming orders.� Nurses burst into frantic activity as the orders were carried out.� All the while, we stood by helplessly.� Karen and Cass were talking quietly and I could hear Karen tell Cass that she could always have another child.� Cass was saying something about knowing that and being happy to have had this time with Leslie.� I really couldn't tell because I was consumed with guilt and grief because my son was dying and I had a feeling why.

The team leader emerged from the room smiling.� "Mr. Connor, have you ever studied medicine?"

What kind of question was that?� "No, but my mother's a nurse and I guess I picked up a lot of things from her and other sources over the years.� Why?"

"Well, your suggestion worked!� We are treating him for hypoglycemia and somehow, he's responding to the treatment!"� "He's not out of danger yet, but his signs are improving."� His words caused all of us to relax and I turned to him. "Doctor, I don't care what it costs.� Keep him alive.� He hasn't given up, we haven't given up, and don't you dare give up!"

"We need some information from your family, in order to pin this down.� Has anyone ever had a problem like this?"

I shook my head.� "No, not that I know of."

"How about on the father's side of the family?"� Cass nervously looked at me before answering.� "I don't think so; besides, I don't know where he is.� When he found out I was pregnant, he disappeared."

Impatiently, Cass added "Can I see him now?"� As the doctor agreed, he pulled me off to one side.

"Mr. Connor, after getting the lab results back, we've determined that the baby's problem is genetic in nature.� It appears that he's missing an important enzyme."� As he launched into an almost incomprehensible explanation, his remarks about his problem being genetic kicked me in the gut.

"We don't know enough right now to say for certain, but we should know more in the morning."

To make a long, painful story short, we learned that Leslie did have a genetic defect - but it wasn't because of his parents.� The doctors told us that his metabolic disorder was rare, on the order of one in a million and that all previous children found with the disorder died before becoming a year old; learning this didn't make the family very happy.

Part IX - Chapter 1

The months rolled by.� Leslie continued to grow despite his metabolic problem.� Because very little is known about it, the doctors aren't sure if he can ever be cured.� We did learn that the way to keep him alive and happy was to simply feed him (it's actually more complicated than that, but I won't bore you with the medical details).

Cass and I were becoming less and less involved with each other because of Dale, the new love in her life.� I was sitting in the dining room one morning when Cass asked to speak with me.� As we stood on the patio in the cool summer morning, Cass came straight to the point.� "Dad, it's over between us."

I was stunned.� "O-over?" I stammered.� "Why?"

"I've been thinking that I just don't love you like that anymore."

Recovering, I managed to ask, "Does this have anything to do with Dale?"� Her moment of silence told me that it did.� "Ah, I see," I remarked, fighting to get the words through the huge lump that magically appeared in my throat.

"Dad, it's not that I don't appreciate everything that you've been to me; I love Dale and I think that he can be better at loving me than you are."

I shook my head in bewilderment, not sure that I was hearing her correctly.� "Are you telling me that some guy old enough to be one of my own children loves you more that I can?� Somehow, honey, I don't think so.� No one will ever love you as much as I do."

"Do you agree that I have to give him a chance to try?"

"Yes.� No.� Oh, hell, I'm not sure!� Yes.� You should give him a shot at making you happy."

"In that case, we can't be lovers any more.� I hope you understand."

Even though I said I understood, I really didn't.� How could some pimply faced kid possibly love her as much as I did and in as many ways?� I realized that jealousy was chewing on my backside, clouding my judgment.� Realistically I should be able to let her go and find her own way.� After all, aren't children supposed to grow up and strike out on their own?� As I stood on the patio, I felt the pain of separation deep within me.� Like it or not, I had to let her go.� At the same moment, I felt incredibly old and useless.

Part IX - Chapter 2

I was lying on the daybed, neck restrained by a cervical collar, reading.� A week earlier, I had undergone surgery to replace two herniated discs in my neck, requiring me to be at home for months.� The only joy I had during my confinement was Cass took it upon herself to be my nursemaid while Karen worked.� Between Cass fussing over me and being able to hold Leslie without dropping him from numbed arms, I felt pretty good.

Cass and I had a routine of cooking shows we'd watch during the day before she'd turn my care over to Karen, leaving to spend time with Dale.� I had learned from Cass that as a lover, Dale left a lot to be desired.

"Dad, it's pathetic.� He doesn't even know how to eat!"� One part of me shouted in triumph and the other truly felt sorry for Cass.

"Well, honey, what did you expect?� He's not me, you know."

She sat straight up at this.� "You're right!� I keep expecting him to please me the same way you do.� Dad?"

My heartbeat increased in anticipation of her next question, as did my seemingly ever present erection.� "Yes, Pumpkin."� Yes!� Yes!� She needs me!

"Do you think you can give him some, uh, pointers?"� My heart, as well as my erection, left the room.

"Dear heart," I said, perhaps a bit too frostily.� "There's no replacing experience.� And, I think under the circumstances, it wouldn't be a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Think about it - how would I know what pleases you?"

"Oh, yeah.� I didn't think about that. �What should I do?"� Now, here's a bit of irony!� I'm going to lecture Cass on how to make her boyfriend a better lover?� Hard as I tried, my jealously took over.

"No, I can't help you.� You know what you like and maybe it'll be a better experience for you both if you could teach him.� After all, I taught you."� Boy, did I suddenly feel like a dog!

"I've tried,� she said, the frustration making her more animated than usual.� "But he just doesn't get it!"� Again, the evil part of me was delighting in her predicament, feeding the Green-eyed Monster.

We sat in relative silence while on the TV a chef deftly sliced shallots for a sauce.� Cass finally broke the silence.

"Dad?"

"Daughter?"

"Do you think that we could, um, just this one time?"

Now came the really painful part for me.� As her father, I tried to teach Cass (and her brothers) the importance of making decisions and sticking with them no matter what.� The Green-eyed One jumped on this opportunity.� "But that would mean that both of us would break our word to each other, doesn't it?� I mean, you decided that Dale had to have his fair shot and I agreed with you, even though I didn't want to."

"I know what I said," she snapped as she fidgeted on the sofa, a sure sign to me that she was hornier than she cared to admit.

"A little testy, aren't we?" I teased.

The look Cass gave me would have fried fish.� "I thought you loved me."

"I do.� But, I gave you my word of agreement to stop being your lover.� To go back on that word would not only dishonor you, but it dishonors me as well.� And," I said, adding a little salt to the wound, "it doesn't give Dale the chance you promised him."� Oh, am I enjoying this or what?� Was I being mean and nasty to my horribly horny daughter?� Not really; I was really trying to get Cass to stick to her original decision despite the empty feeling I carried with me.

"So," she said, defeated, "I should give him another shot at pleasing me."

"I think that would be better, yes."� Cass saw the point I was trying to make; so why did I feel like I just let her down?

The next day, well into our daily routine, I had to acknowledge the gnawing hunger inside of me.� I knew that my neck had healed enough that I could get back to having sex, even if all I could do was just lay on my back.� Lying on the daybed, I could feel my erection throbbing hotly as it lay across my thigh.� Having decided to make a trip to the bathroom to take this matter in hand, I started to get up, catching Cass's attention.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Bathroom."

"You just went a little while ago."

In my horny state, I answered her.� "I've got something to take care of.� Do I need a note?"

Having not been fazed by my outburst, her reply was "Oh.� Anything I can help you with?"

The flames inside me were being fanned by her coy remark.� Now standing, Cass couldn't miss the knob of my cock peeking over the waistband of my pajamas.� Something inside of me snapped and before I could close my mouth I put my foot into it.

"Cass?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you let me eat you?"� Oh, well - so much for promising to give Dale his chance.� Without a word, Cass left the room, only to return a minute later - naked.� "Wanted to check on Leslie - he still sleeping.� It's about time you came to your senses!"

Lust poured through me with white-water intensity as Cass stepped past me, stretching out on the daybed.� "Well, what are you waiting for?� You aren't the only horny person here, you know."

Hesitating for only a moment to listen for that nagging voice in my head and not hearing it, I positioned myself alongside her as she lifted her knees, her supple legs parted, allowing the musky, heady scent of her to escape, causing my head to pound.� An involuntary moan escaped my lips as I began lapping at her hotness.� My hunger for her was great; yet, I knew that I couldn't rush this.� With patience I really didn't feel, I captured her swollen clit, using my lips to slide the protective skin away from the very sensitive little bud.

Cass uttered a moan from somewhere deep inside, lifting her legs higher to grant me total access.� Slowly, my tongue traced a long line from the stiffened bud of her clitoris, across the moist inner labia to the opening of her canal, pausing only to tease the hot, pink flesh there before returning to her clit.� Oh, she tasted so sweet, I thought as I recaptured her clit, running my feverish tongue around its circumference.

The sounds of our heavy breathing filled the room as I continued to drink from her fountain of love.� Barely audible obscenities coming from my sweet princess only served to heighten my desire as, finally running out of patience, I went for the coup de grace.� Sucking hard on her throbbing clit, my tongue flew across the sensitive spot I knew would start her orgasm.� Cass cried out, "YES!!� DO IT!" and to my horror, wrapped her legs tightly around my head, pinning my mouth to her steaming sex.� I felt her clit pulse; as I tried in vain to free my head from the tremendous pressure of her legs, she erupted, her hot essence flowing so copiously I couldn't begin to keep up.� Her strong, runner's legs tightened, threatening to break my still-fragile neck as she fucked my face, riding out her pleasure.

Cass shuddered as the last of her orgasms flowed through her, allowing her legs to relax their deadly grip on my head.� As she lay there panting, I freed myself, gingerly testing my neck to see if, in her passion, she had broken my neck.� Discovering that the only thing wrong with me was that my face was drenched with her hot fluids, I stood.� No longer hungry for her flesh, there was the matter of my hot hardness to deal with.� My hand went to it and began to stroke it and I was amazed at the blistering heat coming from it, reveling in the silky smooth - yet hard texture of my maleness.

Slowly, Cass propped herself up on an elbow, shaking the fuzziness from her.� "Do you have a condom?� she panted, causing me to look frantically around the room.� Oh, this was more than what I'd bargained for!� Quickly, I became frustrated - since she was sleeping with Dale instead of me, I hadn't bothered with restocking my supply of condoms - and I wasn't about to enter her bare again!� Wait!� Jason had a condom sitting on his stereo!� If it's still there...

I rushed up the stairs, my cock rebounding off my stomach while streams of my juices went everywhere.� As I searched frantically, I could hear Cass calling to me, "Hurry!� If you can't find one, don't worry about it.� Oh, Daddy, I need you NOW!!"� I shook in utter frustration, literally turning in a circle, when I spotted that little package.� With a shout, I grabbed it and rushed back downstairs so quickly I almost fell.� I was beyond reason, tearing open the cellophane.� My hands trembled so much I couldn't get the condom on so Cass did it for me.� I could feel the condom's coolness against my turgid, hot flesh as I fell into her embrace.

Kissing her face and ears, I could feel her reach between us, positioning me at her steaming entrance.� I could feel her own heat as I slipped the knob of my cock past the ring of muscle, causing her eyes to widen at being spread so wide.� Without hesitation, I plunged into her until I hit bottom.� I looked into her deep brown eyes as the love we felt for each other passed between us.

"Baby, it's been so long!" I panted, fighting for control.� "I don't think I can hold this much longer!"

"Don't," she whispered.� "Come, my darling father.� Let me feel you do it!"� All thoughts of prolonging the moment were long gone as I slowly withdrew, savoring the sucking, sloshing sounds we were making, before plunging into her with long, rapid strokes.� I was out of control as I reached under her, lifting her ass so I could fuck her deeper.� Maddening, torrid lust dissolved my conscious ness as my cock grew thicker inside her.� Pain shot through me as Cass's nails dug into my shoulders, crying out, "NOW!", shoving me over the threshold and I came harder than I could ever remember.� My heart was pounding in my chest as the initial wave crested over me, stopping the scream building in my throat in mid-cry.� Over and over, I pulsed inside her, causing her to experience another intense orgasm.

Thoughts scrambled so badly I couldn't move, my seed continued to pour into her; I could feel its sticky warmth quickly filling the condom almost to overflowing.� Reluctantly, I withdrew, so overwhelmed with love that I was surprised to find tears running down my cheeks.� Cass sat up and held me as the unusual emotions ran their course, murmuring to me "It's okay.� Let it all out."� All the pain and grief I'd built up over the last year burst through the dam and I succumbed to it.

Part IX - Chapter 3

The house was dark and silent.� Wide awake, I went through the events of the afternoon, trying to put my mental house back into order.� Making love with Cassandra had been both a refreshing and cleansing experience - but at what cost?� There was no question about my love for her, nor was there any doubt about how much I enjoyed making love with her even though by giving in to my lust (and Cass to hers), we broke our word to each other.� We loved each other as men and women should, emotionally as well as physically; however, being her father a different set of problems presented themselves.� Leslie's birth and subsequent medical problems made it necessary for Cass to grow up not only faster, but in a multitude of different areas.

As her father, it is my duty to guide her through early parenthood; more often than not, we would have "heated" discussions on child rearing with me eventually pointing out that I had raised three children to her one - and she was one I raised!� As her friend and lover, I was dedicated to fulfilling her every desire and it really clashed with my role as Dad.

Part X - Chapter 1

Cass was spending more time with Dale than ever before and I could feel the distance growing between us while she attempted to build a life with him.� I was sad most of the time, missing the intimacy.� Karen had convinced me to let a girlfriend of hers move in with us and after a period of time, Cindy came to share our bed with us.� That's another story, but please keep Cindy in mind as I continue.

My relationship with Aaron, once dormant, began to revive itself in a peculiar way.� I was watching television when, for some strange reason, I felt a strong need to have him in my mouth.� Surprised by the errant thought, I dismissed it, only to have it return stronger than before.� It was like being hungry, but not knowing what you were hungry for.� On my way to his room, we literally ran into each other.

"I was just looking for you," I said after making sure I wasn't injured.

"That's funny," he began. "I was just coming to find you!"� Without another word, I began to unfasten his pants, not caring if he protested or not.� After undoing my own pants to give myself some breathing room and dropping to my knees in front of him, I sucked his soft cock into hardness in record time as my own erection grew.

"Ahhhh," came his contented sigh and I knew I was on the right track.� Greedily, I sucked him while my hands massaged his shaft and balls.� Feeling his hands on my head, I relaxed while he fucked my mouth with long, slow, delicious strokes.� I could feel the tremors rippling in my own staff as he picked up his pace, his cock knob colliding against the back of my throat.� Suddenly, he tensed sending a spurt of semen down my throat and I sucked hungrily to get every salty drop.

"Thanks, I sure needed that!" as he sat down.

I stood, absently licking my lips.� "I know what you mean, believe me."� My hunger now satisfied, I turned to leave, only to have him stop me.� "What?"

I asked - I wanted to get to my room to take care of the burgeoning erection that was threatening to tear through my pants.

"Only this," he replied.� Freeing my cock from its cloth prison, Aaron took me into his mouth in one prodigious gulp, his hands attaching themselves to my quivering buttocks.� Impressed by this bit of boldness on his part, I settled in to enjoy this treat.� I was growing more excited as I watched him suck me, the slurping noises coming from him sounding both exciting and obscene.

"You've done this before?" I asked.

Aaron stopped long enough to say, "Nope.� First time." before continuing to pleasure my thick shaft.� I was really into it when he suddenly stopped, leaving my cock bobbing crazily and got on his knees on the floor beside, his plump ass aimed for the sky.

"Fuck me," he whispered.� "Give it to me back there!"� Well, now - this was really getting interesting.

"You ever been, ah, fucked before?" I asked fighting the crazy urge to dive right in.

"Oh, yes," came the breathless reply.

"I'll be right back," I said, running into my room.� I returned with a tube of lubricant and applied it in thick, slippery gobs to his puckered back hole and my steel-hard rod.� In position, I asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure!� Put it in me!"

Leaning forward, I felt the large head of my cock make contact and with a little push, I was beyond the tight ring of muscle, stretching his backside wide.

"Yesss," he hissed, grinding his ass against me until I was more than halfway into him.� The feeling was exquisite!� I could feel his muscles fighting to reject my invading tool as I withdrew, only to plunge into him once again.� Between the surprise, my own increased need and his tightness I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching.� Increasing my strokes I pounded into him over and over until that first spurt of semen exploded from me, filling his ass to overflowing.� Quickly, I withdrew with a wet, plopping sound as I slid my still-heaving cock between his ass cheeks until I grew soft.

"Wow," I said, after making my way to the bathroom to clean up.� "That was a rush!"

"You're telling me," came his pleased reply.� "We need to do this more often."� As Aaron took his turn in the bathroom, I wondered why we hadn't spent more time with each other like this.� When he returned, I asked him.

"Why haven't we been doing this before now?� watching his soft cock hanging heavily between his legs.

"I don't know; just been too busy, I guess.� The hours I'm working doesn't give me much of a chance to be here when you are."

I reached out and lovingly caressed his cock and was rewarded with feeling it beginning to grow once again.� "I know what you mean - we keep missing each other."� Aaron's shaft was growing thicker in my hand as I gently squeezed out a crystal clear drop from the tip.� Flicking out my tongue, I deftly removed it.� I could hear his breathing grow heavier and my own excitement was returning.� Without really knowing why, I had to have him inside me.� "Come on," I said, applying a thick coat of lubricant to him.� "I want to return the favor."

"I thought you hated this?"

"I do, but what the hell," I responded, getting into position and making myself relax as much as possible.� As he entered me, I had a sudden feeling of being full as his knob forced its way past my protesting muscles (it had been a very, very long time for me).� Grunting with the exertion, Aaron backed off a little, taking a deep breath.� Without warning, he rammed into me, the sick feeling in my stomach reminding me why I hated it so much, while at the same time, I felt a soothing warmth flow through me.� Satisfied that he was in, Aaron began to fuck me slowly, reaching around and under me to massage my hardness.� The combination of feelings were intoxicating, each trying to upstage the other as Aaron filled me with his cock again, mumbling something I couldn't quite make out.

His pace quickened and I felt myself being rocked with the force of his thrusts, his swollen sac colliding with mine.� He released his hold on me, holding my hips with both hands as he pounded into me harder.� I could feel him growing larger, stretching me, and filling me with a delicious sort of pain.� With a grunt, he lunged into me, his cock spurting his hot seed into me, triggering my own release.� Pushing back as hard as I could, we rode the wave, my cock sending spurt after spurt of semen into the rug.� I could feel his sticky juices flowing from my stretched hole, coating the inside of a thigh.� After a moment, he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling strangely empty, but satisfied.

We didn't speak while cleaning up, each lost in his own feelings of the moment.� Before going to my room to change clothes, I took the strapping 20 year old into my arms and kissed him, something that startled me just as much as it did him!

Part X - Chapter 2

Over the last couple of years, things have changed, not necessarily for the better in some cases.� Making love with Cassandra is almost impossible now that she has two children to take care of, having given birth to a daughter of her own, fathered by Dale.� Our son, Leslie continues to stump his doctors as he continues grow and do well despite his illness.� Aaron spends most his time working and Jason is serving in the armed forces overseas.

Karen, Cindy, and I have formed an odd love triangle at Karen's insistence, so I suppose that as far as love and sex is concerned, I couldn't ask for more, could I?

Not so, because despite the current living arrangements, I feel empty without Cass.� We've only made love twice in the last two years and both times, it was a time to be remembered.� The first time, after having so many opportunities pass us by, Cindy caught us while we were in a serious 69 position.� Knowing that Cindy wouldn't understand, the family agreed to keep any activity we might get involved in a secret from her, until such time we felt her capable of understanding love on this scale.

Caught in the act, I was then forced into explaining it to her way ahead of time.� Sure, she threatened to tell Karen and was surprised when I told her that Karen already knew!� That seemed to change her mind about some things, especially since she has two teen-aged sons of her own.

Even though Karen is free to make love with Aaron, she hasn't yet, saying that she's waiting for one special moment before indulging.� I suspect that Aaron is in for a real treat one day soon.

Cass and I have spoken about the future of Leslie and Carol, his sister - soon, they will be old enough to begin exploring each other's bodies.

"Dad, I'm not worried about it right now," she said on the phone.� In the background, I could hear my son and my granddaughter making a lot of noise.� "What do you think I should do?"

Over the sounds of playing children, I said "Pumpkin, it's your call.� What do I think?� I think you should encourage them, just as I encouraged you.� Remember, you must be careful to bring them along in this slowly."

After calling out for some quiet so she could hear, Cass said, "Yeah, that's pretty much what I intend on doing.� I'll let you know how things progress."� Could we be seeing the continuation of a new family tradition?� I certainly hope so.� They say that love conquers all and even though we've been from heaven to hell together in this, we are still very close and very much in love with each other.� Such a tradition should continue, wouldn't you say?

After years of battling my own personal demons, today, as I write this, I am at peace with myself and the things that I've experienced with my children.� I know that I am experiencing love on a level that very few people ever have, something that warms and comforts me.� I've never felt closer to my son and daughter and will love them for all that they've shared with me.� My experiences with them taught me that love is love, no matter where you find it and, as long as it good and fulfilling, it should continue in every aspect.

Finis� for now!

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