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    Ruthie was still massaging my back, and she continued her story.

    Robert was quiet on the short drive to my house. He pulled up
and stopped in front of the walkway. He turned to look at me.
    He didn't say anything but he just looked. Finally he moved over
and tried to grab me again but I was in no mood. I knew he had heard me
call my Daddy's name when I was coming and I was scared. I backed away.
    He finally spoke. "Ruthie," he said quietly. "You do this with
your father, don't you?"
    I panicked, Jack. I jumped out of the car and ran up the
walkway. Robert gunned his engine and laid rubber taking off from my
house. He went around the corner but I could see his house. I sat down
in the wicker chair and pretty soon Robert came around again, parked his
car and went into his house.
    "Oh, Ruthie," I said to myself as I sat in the chair. "What have
you done?" I sat there for a long time before I went into the house. All
the lights were off except the hall light. My mom wasn't due for about
four hours. I kicked off my shoes and tiptoed upstairs. I stood outside
my Daddy's room for a long time, listening. I didn't hear anything at
all so I finally went to my room and took off my clothes. I got into bed
and just lay there.
    After a while I began to cry. It was over with Daddy and me; I
knew that. For some reason of his own, he had wanted me to go out with
Robert and he didn't want me anymore. I cried into my pillow in the
darkness and felt lonely for the first time in my life.
    I was so wrapped up in myself that I didn't hear a thing. I just
suddenly felt Daddy in my bed and his arms went around me. I was so glad
to see him that I turned around and hugged him like I would never let
go. I was still crying and he was naked, and I just buried my head in
his big chest and cried until I was out of breath and my eyes hurt. He
just held me and let me go on and when I finally quieted down a little
bit, he began to play with my hair.
    "Did you have sex with Robert tonight?" he whispered. I nodded,
ashamed of myself. He didn't react, he just was very still. Finally he
spoke. "It wasn't as good as ours, was it?"
    Then I was crying again and rubbing up against him. My words
tumbled out and I was telling him how much I loved him and that he
shouldn't have let me go out. Then he spoke again. "Ruthie, you learned
something tonight. I knew you needed to, so I let you go on. You were
mad at me, weren't you?" I nodded, still crying. He continued. "This
wasn't the night. But there will come a night, and when it comes, you
will know it. There is a time for everything, Ruthie, and your time will
come."
    I thought he was still talking about Robert and I couldn't take
it anymore. Daddy was already naked so I just slipped down in the bed
and grabbed his dick with my mouth. It was hard as always and I was so
happy to have him in my mouth again. All my anger was gone.
    We were still making love when my Mom got home and he had to
sneak back to their bedroom before she got upstairs. We had wanted each
other so much that we had forgotten about the time. And I hadn't had a
chance to tell him about Robert.
    You better believe I told him the next morning. He was in the
shop and I found him and just blurted out the whole thing. "I couldn't
help it, Daddy," I finished up. "He wasn't very good and I just started
thinking about us and then it was you there instead of him. I just
screamed it out."
    He had listened in silence, but he listened very carefully. When
I finished, he let out a long breath and we just stood there and looked
at each other. Finally he spoke.
    "Sweetheart, you may not know it, but fathers and daughters
often have sexual fantasies about each other. I don't know how often
they do what we do together, but I know it happens. You need to talk to
Robert and tell him that it was just a fantasy."
    "Daddy, he won't believe me!" I cried. "He could tell that it
was true."
    Daddy still didn't seem too upset. "Let me ask you a question
honey: Do you want to go out with him again?"
    I just shook my head back and forth. "I could never go out with
him after last night. I don't want to see him at all."
    He persisted. "Honey, you'll have to see him. You need to
explain. Now answer my question: Do you really deep down inside want to
go out with him again?"
    There was no hesitation: "No, I don't. I really don't." And I
really didn't. Robert had cured me for good of any desire for boys my
age. As a lover he was worthless and I knew that after last night, we
could never be just friends again because we would always have that
night between us.
    Daddy wanted me to go over to his house and explain it to him
right then. He said it was important. Jack, it was the worst thing I
ever had to do in my life, but even I could see that it had to be done
so I did it. I dreaded every step of the way to Robert's house but when
we were finally alone together, I was amazed at how cool I was. I hadn't
thought I could lie so well, but I just went on and it came out
smoothly. When I finished, he did a really strange thing. He asked me to
go out with him again. I played for time to think and I told him to ask
me again next week. He asked, of course. For several days he asked me.
Then finally he quit and never paid me any attention again. It was like
I wasn't there; he just always ignored me.
    I'm sure Robert was the person who started the rumors about
Daddy and me. I don't know if he believed it himself, but I think he
spread the story. I'm pretty sure he told about what we had done too,
because for a few weeks after that, I got asked out about twice every
day. I told them all to get lost and finally they quit asking. Maybe
that was what made some of them start to believe it. Sometimes I think I
should have gone out with a couple of them to keep up appearances. But I
didn't, and the word got around.
    I really didn't care so long as we didn't get in trouble. I just
kept on with Daddy and really didn't need anybody else.
    But I was really jealous of my mother now. We had never been
close, but she didn't realize that we were now rivals for the same man.
In my junior year of high school, we studied a little bit of genetics,
and I went to the library and studied it a whole lot more. I learned
quite a bit about incest in those books, Jack. And I learned all the
genetic codes and the combinations that created bad children from
incest. But I also learned something else important. I learned that it
didn't have to be bad. If the combination was right, a father and a
daughter could have a perfectly healthy baby together.
    I knew my parents didn't have sex. I don't know when they had
quit, but they weren't doing it now. I wanted my Mom out of the picture,
Jack, and I thought I had finally found a way to do it. In November of
my senior year of high school I stopped taking my pills.
    Now when we made love there was an extra turn-on for me: I was
trying to let Daddy make me a baby. It added a whole new dimension to
our love making and it excited me. Every time he shot inside me, I
thought to myself that it might be the time. I watched my periods and
made sure we did it at the right times. For four months, nothing
happened. Finally something did. When I stood up to get my diploma and
graduate from high school I was so proud. I was eighteen years old and
legal; I was out of school; and I was three months pregnant. No one knew
but me and my baby.

    Ruthie's warm, wet pussy still nestled against my buttocks and
her slender legs still gripped my sides. But the hands on my back had
ceased to move some while before. Physically we were still in bed
together, but now she seemed to be speaking to herself and no longer
aware of my presence. This was it: I'd been waiting for the story of the
baby and now it came.

    I had everything planned -- I knew what I would do. The only
thing I didn't know was how Daddy would react when I told him. I had to
tell him, of course. I didn't plan to tell him all of it, but I had to
tell him about the baby.
    I chose a night in late June. Mom was working four-to-midnight
sagain and I had Daddy in bed by seven o'clock. We made love twice; each
time was better for me than the last now. It was about ten o'clock and
we were snuggling. I straddled him so that my pussy was against his
dick. I lowered my face to his and kissed him really hard, then started
my little deception.
    "Daddy, I have to tell you something." Sensing that it was
important, he stopped playing with my breasts and looked at me.
    "Okay, honey. What's on your mind?"
    "Daddy, I'm pregnant." His reaction was immediate. He tried to
sit up but I was still on top of him. He fell back, and his face colored
a bright red. Daddy never cursed but he did that night.
    "Godammit, Ruthie, you can't be! Didn't you take your pills?"
    He was actually scared, I could sense it, but I knew what I was
going to say.
    "Daddy, I always take them. They just didn't work this time. I'm
sorry, but I haven't had my period for four months and I can tell. I'm
going to have a baby."
    I had known he would be upset and he certainly was. I got off
him and just lay in the bed. Daddy got up and started pacing the room,
the first time I had ever seen him out of control. I smiled a little
down inside because, for the first time, I was the one in control.
    He knew that I was an adult and treated me as one. For the next
half-hour he explained why I would have to have an abortion. Every time
he said it, I reminded him how strongly my Mom felt about abortion. She
thought it was murder. Daddy tried the genes trick on me but I was ready
for that too. I had done my homework well, as usual.
    "Daddy," I said when he finally stopped talking for a minute. "I
am a high school graduate, you know. I know that what we are doing can
make a monster, but the chances are much smaller than most people think.
I've thought about this a lot. I think the best thing to do is to have
the baby and hope that it's okay, and put it up for adoption." I was
leading him slowly down that garden path. His knowledge of genetics was
far less than mine and he fell under the gale of technical talk. We'd
tell mother I had done it with a boy in school and hadn't known about
contraceptives. I kept telling him that she would never agree to an
abortion.
    I had to have that baby for my final act.
    We argued all night and for several days after that, and finally
he was persuaded. I told him I'd go to Mom and confess what I had done
and see what her reaction would be. There was nothing he could do. I had
thought it out too well. He finally agreed that I should tell her. I was
certain how she would react, and I was right. She hit the ceiling; she
called me trash; she quoted from the Bible, and in the end agreed that
there was nothing but to have the baby and put it up for adoption.
    The next five months weren't pleasant. As I'd expected, mother
kept after me for the sin I had committed as I knew she would. But the
worst part was that Daddy stopped making love to me. I hadn't really
expected that. Daddy and I had been doing it for five years now, and I
needed it. To have it cut off cold was something I hadn't counted on.
The problem was that he blamed himself, and he felt guilty. I tried and
tried but he wouldn't do it with me. And after a while, I was too
pregnant to do it anyway. But I had no trouble carrying the baby. My
physical conditiona had always been good and there was no morning
sickness. It wasn't nearly as bad as I knew it was for some women.
    Daddy had done some reading on his own about the subject and in
one of our more rational conversations, decided that we would tell my
doctor that my uncle had raped me. Daddy wanted all the special tests
done to see if it was going to be a monster. I knew my baby was perfect;
I could feel it. But I let Daddy and the doctor do what they wanted. It
made no difference to me, I knew my baby was all right and I knew what
it would mean for me. My plan was working.
    Mom was at working when my waters broke and Daddy took me to the
hospital. He was a basket case. I was totally cool until the first bad
contraction hit. Then I wasn't so calm.
    "Hurry, Daddy," I moaned, in more pain than I had expected.
"She's starting to come." I knew my baby was a little girl.
    They wheeled me into the hospital where my mother was on duty. I
was amazed at the pain. I hadn't expected it to hurt so much and I had
never felt anything like it before. Now I lost my cool, too, and I was
scared. What if she wasn't perfect?
    Labor was mercifully short and they gave me something that
helped. Just at midnight, the doctor started telling me to push. I tried
like hell but I couldn't do it. I felt like I was being torn open. I
almost passed out, and then I heard a baby crying. It was my little
girl, the little girl that Daddy had made inside me. I could hardly stay
awake now, but my doctor showed her to me.
    I looked at her and thought, "Oh shit, something went wrong."
But it was only that I'd never seen a newborn baby before. The doctor
gave me a shot. I began to slip away, but I remember him saying to me,
"Ruth, your baby is fine. You had a little girl and she's perfectly
healthy." Then I passed out.
    Daddy was sitting in a chair right next to my bed when I woke
up, holding my hand. He looked kind of gray as I smiled at him.
    "Honey, are you alright?" He had been holding my hand and I
started to hold his now that I was awake.
    "I guess so, Daddy." Then before we could say anything else, the
nurse brought my baby in. She lay her flat on my stomach. She was so
tiny that I couldn't believe she was really here. I felt so much love
for that little girl that Daddy and I made, but I was afraid to touch
her. The nurse motioned for Daddy to leave but I told her that he was
going to stay. She just kind of shook her shoulders, undid my gown and
rubbed the side of my daughter's face against my nipple. The baby
started to suck and I felt good; I was in love with my little baby. It
was Daddy's and mine and I loved it. The suckling felt a little bit
sexy. I hadn't expected it to feel like that. She was my baby daughter
and I wanted to keep her. I hadn't expected that, either.
    Tears seeped from Daddy's eyes. He was crying. I'd never seen
Daddy cry before, and was embarrassed. I wished he would stop.
    Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw my mother standing
just inside the room. That brought me back to reality. It was finally
time to finish what I had started. I held my baby with one hand, but my
other hand went up around my Daddy's neck. I pulled his face down to
mine and kissed him on the mouth. He hadn't seen mother yet and he
kissed me back. I broke it off and said to him, just loud enough for her
to hear, "Oh, Daddy, we made a perfect baby. I knew we would. She's just
beautiful. I can't wait to start another one."
    It worked as I had planned. My mother screamed and ran out of
the room. Daddy heard her and turned just in time to see her flight. The
baby started to cry, but I just nursed it and put my nipple back in its
mouth. My plan had worked perfectly. But I had to play it through.
    I looked at Daddy in alarm. "Oh, no," I cried. He stood up and
said, "I'll be back." He ran out the door. Then it was very quiet. I
just lay there with my baby. I led her tiny mouth back to my nipple and
she quieted down and started sucking again. She was happy, I was happy,
it felt good to be a mother to something so tiny. She wasn't very pretty
but I loved her so much that the physical contact between us satisfied
me in a whole new way. In a few minutes, the nurse came and took her
back to the nursery. I whispered, "Sleep now, little new princess" as
the nurse took her. Finally Daddy came back. He didn't look too happy
but I could tell that he didn't blame me.
    "Honey," he said, taking my hand. "I couldn't find her. I don't
know where she went. But I think we may have some problems ahead."
    "I'm so sorry, Daddy," I whispered. "I just couldn't help it."
    Suddenly, my mother was back in the room and all hell broke
loose. She called us fornicators, sinners, and screamed that we would
die and go to Hell. Daddy tried to calm her but she was really wigged
out. At last, she ran out of the room again. That was the last time I
saw my mother.

    There was a pause and I waited to see if she was finished. Then,
in a voice of sadness and torment, came one last sentence: "It was also
the last time I ever saw my baby."
    Ruthie sat silently atop me, alone in her own world. I waited
for her to continue until I realized that she had told all she could
tell for one night. I wanted to make love to her, but this was not the
time. I pulled her down and cradled her in my arms, thinking about all
she had been through. I held her while she fell asleep, and as the
currents of my emotions ran through my head, I finally fell asleep, too,
with my Ruthie in my arms.
    I had the strangest dream that night. In my dream I had a
daughter. She was so beautiful that I wanted to touch her, but couldn't
because she was so young. Yet she came to me while I was asleep and took
my dick in her mouth. She sucked me so hard that I thought she would
take my whole body into her mouth. She was so beautiful, my own little
princess. I couldn't believe she was doing what I had always wanted her
to do. I feared the strength of my feelings as she sucked harder and
harder on me. I looked down at her young body. It was almost like a
young boy's body, slim and undeveloped, but then I saw her tiny nipples,
and knew it was my slim-hipped little daughter with her sweet mouth on
my dick.
    I took her head in my hands and began to direct her movements,
making her go faster because I needed to shoot off in her mouth. I
watched her toes curl as her right hand lowered itself between her legs
and she began to touch herself. I started whispering "Suck me, honey,
suck Daddy. Please suck Daddy good." Her movements became faster then,
her mouth more insistent. She took my balls in one hand while her other
hand continued to please herself. Finally I could hold back no longer
and started to empty myself into her sucking mouth. It was so incredibly
strong that it seemed real.
    Then suddenly I wakened and it was real. I was pulling Ruthie's
head against my dick and crying, "Suck me, honey." The force of the
orgasm had awakened me while Ruthie drank my come. It was morning.
Ruthie woke me from a dream to a reality even better. This was real and
still she drank my come as if she needed it. It was a perfect way greet
a new morning, a new day.
    Finally I groaned and felt my excitement subsiding. Ruthie let
my dick go with a final kiss.
    "Hi," she said, her eyes dancing as she drew up beside me.
    "Hi, yourself." I tussled her hair and she laughed, and shook it
back over her head. It was a mess but it was erotic and beautiful.
    I sighed and relaxed. "God, what I would give to wake up every
morning like that," I expelled. Ruthie danced out of bed and laughed at
me.
    "So sorry, master," she crooned. "Mistress must use bathroom." I
lay back, totally relaxed as Ruthie went into the bathroom. Finally she
returned. She threw a pillow at me.
    "Get up sleepyhead, it's morning. Dreams are all gone." I
wondered how much I had said before I woke up, but she seemed not to
care.
    While we were getting dressed the phone rang. I couldn't hear
what was said, but when Ruthie came back her eyes were wide and lit up.
    "Jack, that was the hospital. They want me take him home today.
God, I can't believe it. They said he's ready to come home."
    Then she saw the look on my face. "Oh, Jack, I'm sorry." She
came to me and put her arms around me. "I wish we could have had another
night, too. But there will be plenty of other times."
    I stood there, holding her, thinking that I couldn't let her go.
But what could I do? I couldn't tell her not to go get him. She dressed
rapidly and was fully clothed before I was able to move. She looked at
me and stopped.
    "Jack," she said from across the room. "Sometimes things work
out the way they should. Just flow with it for a while. You are a part
of my life now. Yes?"
    I nodded. She came over and kissed me on the cheek.
    "Jack, I gotta go."
    "I understand. I'll lock up." And she was gone. I still stood in
the middle of the room, but I knew what I would do. It was all so clear
now, so simple. I would hide in the house and see what happened when
they got back. It wasn't right, or good, or honest, but I couldn't give
Ruthie back to him after what we had shared.