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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 cumming 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 God, Ruthie," I said to myself as I sat in the chair.  "What have
you done."  I sat for a long time in the that chair but finally 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 awhile I started crying, Jack.  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 my daddy in my bed and his arms went around me.  Jack, 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 quited 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 should have not 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 was not 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 quickly
sneak back to their bedroom before she got upstairs.  We had wanted each other
so much that we had forgotten about the time.  But I also had not had any
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 very often fathers and daughters
have sexual fantasies about each other.  I don't know how often they do what we
do together but I know it happens.  What you need to do is 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 do not want to see him at all."
        He persisted.  "Honey, you will 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 about 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 over to Robert's house but when we were finally alone together, I
was amazed at how cool I was.  I didn't think I could lie like that 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 while I could
think and I told him to ask me again next week.  He asked me, of course.  For
several days he asked me.  Then finally he quit and did not ever pay any
attention to me at all.  It was like I wasn't there, he just always ignored me.
        I am sure that Robert was the person who started the rumors about daddy
and me.  I don't know if he believed it himself but I think that he told it
around.  I'm pretty sure that 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 that I should have gone out with a
couple of them to keep up appearances.  But I didn't and I think the word got
around.
        I really didn't care as long as I 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 know that we were now rivals for the same man.  In my junior year of
high school, I 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 that my parents did not 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 that 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 also three months
pregnant.  No one knew but me and my baby."

        Ruthie had stopped her massage some time back.  We were still in bed
together but it was like she was talking to herself now.  I wasn't really sure
that she even knew I was there.  She just sat in the middle of the bed and
talked.  I knew this was it.  I had been waiting for the story of the baby and
I was finally getting it.  She went on as if I wasn't there.

        "I had everything planned.  I knew what I was going to do.  The only
thing I didn't know was how daddy was going to take it when I told him.  I had
to tell him of course.  I wasn't going to tell him all of it, but I sure had to
tell him about the baby.
        I chose a night in late June.  Mom was working the 4 to 12 shift and I
had gotten daddy into bed by seven oclock.  We made love twice, each time was
better for me than the last now.  It was about ten oclock and we were just
snuggling together.  I got up and straddled him so that my pussy was right on
his dick.  I brought my face down close to his.  I kissed him really hard, then
I started my little deception.
        "Daddy, I have to tell you something."  He could sense that it was
important so he stopped playing with my breasts and looked at me."
        "Okay, honey.  What's on your mind?"
        "Daddy, I'm pregnant."  He reacted for sure.  He tried to sit up but I
was still on top of him.  He fell back, and his face had colored to a bright
red.  Daddy never cursed but he did that night.
        "God Dammit, 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 that he was going to be upset and he certainly was.  I got
off him and just lay in the bed.  Daddy got up and started pacing the room. It
was the first time I had ever seen him out of control and I smiled a little
down inside because I knew that for the first time, I was the one in control.
        He knew that I was an adult and he treated me like one.  He talked for
half an hour about how I would have to have an abortion.  Everytime he said it,
I reminded him about how strict my mom was about abortion.  She thought that 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 actually smaller than most people think.  I have
thought about this a lot.  I think the best thing to do is to have the baby and
hope that it is okay and to put it up for adoption."
        I was leading him down the path slowly.  I knew that he didn't know
what I knew about genetics.  I blew him over with some technical talk, I said
we would tell mother that I had done it with a boy in school and I hadn't known
about contraceptives.  I kept talking about how she would never go for an
abortion.  I had to have that baby so I could pull my final act. We argued all
night and for several days after that.
        I finally convinced him.  I told him that I would go to mom and confess
what I had done and see what her reaction would be.  There was nothing he could
do about it.  I had thought it out too well.  He finally agreed that I would
have to tell her.  I knew 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, she
agreed that I couldn't do anything about the baby but just have it and put it
up for adoption.
        The next five months weren't too pleasant.  My mother kept after me
about 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 to happen.  I
had been doing it with daddy for 5 years now and I needed it.  To have it cut
off cold was something I hadn't counted on.  The problem was that he was
blaming himself and he felt guilty.  I tried and tried but he would not do it
to me.  And after awhile, I was too pregnant to do it anyway.
        Really, I had no trouble carrying the baby.  I did not get sick and it
wasn't as bad as I thought it might have been, but I was in pretty good
physical shape.  Daddy had done some reading on his own about the subject and
in one of our more rational conversations, we 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 that my baby was perfect.  I could
just feel it.  But I let daddy and the doctor do whatever 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.
        When my water finally burst, mom was working so daddy took me to the
hospital.  He was an absolute basket case.  I was totally calm 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.
        I was wheeled into the hospital where my mother was on duty.  I was
amazed at the pain.  I had not expected it to hurt so bad 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?
        My labor was short and they gave me something that helped some. Just at
midnight, the doctor started telling me to push.  I tried like hell to push but
I couldn't do it.  I felt like I was being torn open, I almost passed out, 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.
When I saw her, I thought "Oh shit, something went wrong."  But I had just
never seen a newborn baby before.  The doctor gave me a shot and I knew I was
going under but I remember him saying to me "Ruth, your baby is fine.  You had
a little girl and she's perfectly healthy."  I passed out.
        When I woke up, daddy was sitting in a chair right next to my bed and
he was holding my hand.  I smiled at him because he looked kind of gray.
        "Honey, are you all right?" he said.  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 that 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.  Then she undid my gown and rubbed the side of my
daughter's face against my nipple.  The baby started to suck and I felt so
good, I was in love with my little baby.  It was daddy's and mine and I loved
it.  The sucking even felt a little bit sexy.  I had not expected to feel like
this about it.  She was my baby daughter and I wanted to keep her.  I hadn't
planned on that.
        I knew that daddy was having strong feelings too because he was crying.
I had never seen my daddy cry before and I was a little bit embarrassed.   I
wished he would stop it.  Then suddenly, out of 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 just as I had planned it.  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 really loved her so much
that just the physical contact between us made me satisfied 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 might have some problems ahead."
        "I'm so sorry daddy," I whispered.  "I just couldn't help it."
        Then suddenly mother was back in the room and all hell broke loose. She
called us fornicators, sinners, and screamed that we would both die and go to
Hell.  Daddy tried to calm her down but she was really wigged out.  At last,
she ran out of the room again.  That was the last time I ever saw my mother."

        There was a pause but I waited to see if she was finished.  Finally in
a voice that was full of sadness and torment she whispered one more sentence.
"It was also the last time I ever saw my baby."

        Ruthie sat silently on the bed now in her own world.  I waited for her
to continue but I finally realized that she had told all she could tell for one
night.  I wanted to make love to her but I felt that this wasn't the time so 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 though 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 I knew I couldn't because
she was so young.  But she came to me while I was asleep and she took my dick
in her mouth and she sucked me so hard that I thought she would suck my whole
body into her mouth.  She was so beautiful, my own little princess.  I could
not believe that she was doing what I had always wanted her to do.  I was
afraid of 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 could see her tiny nipples, and I knew that 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
wanted so much 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, and she took my balls
in one hand while her other hand continued to please herself.  Finally I could
hold back no longer and I started to empty myself into her sucking mouth.  It
was so incredibly strong that it seemed real.
        Then suddenly my eyes opened and it WAS real.  I was pulling Ruthie's
head against my dick and crying "Suck me, honey."  The force of my cum had
awakened me, but now it was real, and Ruthie drank my cum.  It was morning.
Ruthie woke me from a dream to a reality that was even better.  This was real
and still she drank my cum as if she needed it.  It was a perfect way to wake
up to a brand new morning.
        Finally I groaned and felt my excitement subsiding, and 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 in the bed, 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 just stood there holding her, thinking that I couldn't just let her
go like that.  But what could I do?  Obviously I couldn't tell her not to go
get him.  She started dressing quickly and was fully dressed while I was still
just standing there.  She looked at me and stopped again.
        "Jack," she said from across the room.  "Sometimes things work out the
way they should.  Flow with it awhile.  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 was still standing
in the middle of the room.  And I knew what I was going to do.  I had to.  I
wasn't going to leave.  I was going to hide in the house and see what happened
when they got back.  I knew it was not right but I just could not give Ruthie
back to him after what we had shared.  I began to make my plans.