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From: khaan@mindspring.com (Robert B. Morton II)
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A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE, by Rob Morton

This story contains topics deemed, well, bad and evil by society.  If
such topics offend you, don't go here.  This story may not be reposted
or without written permission of the author.


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 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, I 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 which happened once or twice and
was forgotten.  Some times 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 both 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, 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!  Bur 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, in
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 our 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 don'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 seem 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 the 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 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.
She wasn't satisfied by this answer, by no 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, er, 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 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 which 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,
knowing 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 respond 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's 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.  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, anyplace 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 either 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 alright 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 instinct 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 laid 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 was loving 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 I, 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 physiatrics 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 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 it's also mandated by state
law.  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 nail 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, I was questioned by the
state authorities as well as the local police.  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 betrayed 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 which surprised even me.  One moment, I would
behave like a beaten man, moping my way through things, living each
moment as it 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 our 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 for 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 whose 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 all 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 or 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 it's 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?," 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 an 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 I 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."

What ever 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 judgement.  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 or 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 a patience I really didn't feel, I captured her swollen clit,
using my lips to slid 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 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, 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. 


Rob Morton

