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        I was putting my plan to work.  I felt guilty but I had to do
something.  My Ruthie was bringing her father home this morning and I was going
to stay in the house and see what happened.  Understand, I wasn't planning a
confrontation or anything like that, I just felt like I had to help myself if I
could and I thought that if I could hear them and see what their relationship
was like then maybe it might give me some ideas.
        If I was careful, I would not have any trouble.  The house was almost
as big as a mansion and there was a central hall upstairs that was surrounded
by bedrooms, some unused now.  Each room also connected to each other room
either through a big closet or by a bathroom that they shared so a person could
go all the way around the house through the bedrooms and never go into the hall
at all. For quick flight there were windows that opened onto second story
porches in front or in back.  I was planning to be quiet but if I had to
retreat I had plenty of places to go.  I was planning to hide in the closet
between Ruthie's father's room and a room that was used to store furniture.  If
I had to get away, I could get into the back bedroom which was unused.  I
checked it all out very carefully.  I left the back window open in case of
emergency.  Then I went downstairs, unlocked the back door, and left through
the front door.  I drove away and several streets from there I parked and made
my way back.  I went in the back door, locked it, and went to the front of the
house.  From there I could see the street.  Then I settled down to wait.
        All the memories of my short experience with Ruthie ran through my mind
as I sat on the window seat and peered out through the curtain.  It just
couldn't stay like this, hiding and seeing her just when she could slip away
from him.  It had to grow.  I wanted Ruthie for myself. I loved Ruthie now.
        I saw in my mind the pictures in her baby book, and Ruthie in front of
the fireplace.  How I wish I could have known her then.  I thought about the
time at the lake, and even replayed my dream about my own daughter in my mind
when Ruthie woke me up so sweetly.  I was so lost in thought that I almost did
not notice when the car drove up.  Fortunately at the last moment, I did.
Quickly I removed my shoes and headed for my hiding place in the closet.  I was
betting that they would use the bathroom before they went into the closet.  A
bathroom was my other choice of escape routes, as one connected to another
bedroom on the opposite wall.
        It was a sound house but I could hear the door open.  There was no way
to hear their voices yet and I hoped they would come upstairs soon.  If
Ruthie's father chose to lay on one of the downstairs couches then all of this
was for nothing.  I was betting he would want to rest in his room.
        Pretty soon I could tell they were coming upstairs.  I pulled the door
shut to just a slight crack and cursed as the damned thing squeaked softly. I
thought I probably should shut it all the way but I wanted to see so I took a
chance and left a tiny crack.
        I couldn't see them at first as they came into the room but she was
fussing at him for not leaning on her and for going too fast.
        "Leave me alone princess," his voice was now in the room.  I'm not a
crippled old man.  I'm just a bit tired."  Then I could see him and part of
her.  He was easing down into the bed.  He sat on the edge.  "Ruthie how about
helping me with this shirt?"  She was unbuttoning his shirt and slipped it off
his shoulders.  His bare back was my next view.
        "Let's get your pants off, daddy," Ruthie said as he lay back.  I heard
him chuckle.
        "Never could stay out of them could you princess?"
        Ruthie snickered.  "If you weren't in such a mess I'd pull them up over
your head."  But I could see that she eased them off him gently.
        Finally he lay on the bed and let out a deep breath.
        "Whew princess.  That's some better now."  He lay there in his old
fashioned boxer shorts while Ruthie quickly proceeded to pull her dress over
her head and throw it out of my range of vision.  In five more seconds she was
naked.  There she finally was in person with her father and the truth of what
they had been doing for ten years was brought home to me.  This was the girl
who had born her father a child to get rid of her mother.  Depression hit me
like a wave.  How could I possibly do anything to break this bond.
        Ruthie was down on the bed.  As I watched, she eased her father's
shorts off and removed his socks.  Now father and daughter were naked together
in the bed where I could never be.  I was repelled and fascinated.  The old
man's dick was starting to grow firm.  Ruthie started singing a song to him, so
soft I couldn't hear it.  Then she took her father's dick in her hand and begin
to rub up and down the length of it.  It didn't take long before he was hard. I
am ashamed to admit it but so was I.
        Ruthie crawled up on the bed.  "Just be still, daddy," she whispered.
"I'll do everything."  She straddled him and lowered herself onto him.  As I
watched in fascination and horror she slipped him into her all the way and just
sat there playing with the hair on his chest.
        He suddenly laughed and looked up at her.  Then he spoke.  "Taking
advantage of a helpless old man, huh?  What's the matter Princess, isn't Jack
keeping you satisfied?"
        I was leaning partly against the door.  I learned at that moment the
meaning of someone's heart jumping up into one's throat.  I damn near fell
forward out of the closet and into the room.  My adrenlin released and my hard
on disappeared in fear.
        Ruthie laughed and tossed her hair back over her shoulders.  "I already
told you daddy.  He keeps me satisfied all I want.  But there's always going to
be a place here for you."  She began to rock slowly forward and back, gently
fucking him.  I wanted to get out of there but I was frozen.  If Ruthie had
walked straight to the closet and opened the door, I don't think I could have
moved an inch.
        "Have it your way princes," he said.  "You feel mighty good to an old
man.  So how is it with the young lovers?"
        Then as she fucked her father, Ruthie began to tell him about us. She
recited all we had done since he had been in the accident.  I was beyond
understanding what was going on.  I just watched as Ruthie gently fucked her
father and talked about me as she had so often made love to me and talked about
him.
        She was telling him about what had happened this morning with us.
        "He was crying out in his sleep for his daughter to suck him, daddy,"
she was saying.  "He wasn't faking, he was really asleep.  Maybe he was
dreaming that he was you."
        The old man was slow to respond.  Finally he answered.  "Well princess
have you changed your mind?"
        "No daddy.  He's the one.  I'm sure he is.  Daddy I love Jack.  And I
think he loves me.  I've told him everything daddy.  He's had plenty of chances
to walk away and he doesn't.  I think it will work."
        "Ruthie honey, remember he's only the second young man you've known.
You want to be sure.  Princess you want to be really sure.  If he has accepted
the truth then he's either as perverted as we are or he really loves you.  But
you have to be sure honey.  You don't want a marriage like mine to your mother
Ruthie.  You want someone to love."
        Ruthie's voice rose.  "We are not perverted daddy.  I love you and I
won't ever quit loving you.  But daddy I love Jack too.  I haven't left out
anything about us daddy, honest I haven't.  He never lectures me or says
anything bad about you.  I've told him everything.  Daddy, I know he's the one.
I can feel it.  Jack Williams is the man I want to marry."
        Well, another cliche is in order here.  Sorry folks but you really
could have knocked me over with a feather when she let that one out.  There she
was tossing her hair around as she sat on her own father's cock.  And she was
telling him that she wanted to marry me.  The conversation lagged for a minute.
I was even peeking through the door now I was so much into my own thoughts. But
when I looked back I could see why they weren't talking.  The sex between
Ruthie and her father was getting heavy and I could tell she was close to
having her climax.  His hand was between her legs now and I guess he was
putting his finger on her clitoris the way I had done sometimes.  Her head was
thrown back and she was breathing loud and she was going faster and faster.  I
couldn't see it all but I knew she was close.  Then she was screaming "I'm
cuming daddy, oh cum too, daddy, cum in me daddy," and she threw her body over
his and was hugging his shoulders.  She screamed and I knew what her pussy was
doing.  It was sucking on her father's dick as it had sucked on mine.  Then he
was cuming too.  I could tell because he was moaning and pushing back.  I was
watching Ruthie's father shooting himself inside his daughter, the woman I
loved.  Yes, in spite of all of it, she was still the woman I loved.  My dick
was rock hard and I wanted to pull it out but I didn't dare so I just stayed
there as father and daughter came together.  It should had been lewd, it should
have made me want to throw up but it didn't.  I could feel the love they had
for each other and I could feel that it was real.  I realized that I was
crying.  Softly, I went back through the back bedroom.  I didn't need to use
the window.  I just walked down the stairs and out the back door.  I went to my
car and drove off.

        I didn't go straight home.  It was eleven-thirty in the morning but I
didn't have enough whiskey in the house to do what I was going to do.  I bought
a half gallon of the most expensive brand I could find.  Then I went home.
        I couldn't seem to think about it.  I couldn't focus on it.  It was
like my mind wouldn't let me.  As I made my first drink I noticed my hands were
shaking badly.  I needed to think but I couldn't think.  What the hell was
going on here I had no idea at all.  I had wanted to hear them to further my
cause but what I had heard was so far removed from what I had expected that I
just couldn't focus on things.  I tossed down about four drinks before I even
stopped shaking.  Finally as the whiskey started taking over, I began to take
stock of the situation.
        Obviously-well assuming I hadn't just watched a play put on for my
benefit which I doubted-then obviously Ruthie had been as honest with her
father about me as she had been with with me about him.  It was beyond anything
I could have dreamed, but did I feel a tiny bit proud of her for it? I didn't
know yet.
        She sat in the bed with her own father's dick buried to the hilt in the
pussy I had sucked with love and told him that she loved me.  Even as she
fucked her own father she told him she wanted to marry me.  It was too much. I
made another drink, no water this time, just straight bourbon.
        This was a crazy girl, I told myself.  That's no figure of speech, I
meant to say that Ruthie was crazy.  She had to be.  Incest does that to you, I
told myself as I fixed yet another drink.  This girl would do anything to get
what she wanted.
        But what had she really done?  She had been completely honest with me
about her father, that was obvious.  Now I knew she had been completely honest
with him about me.  He had said it, not she, that I was only her second lover
besides him.  But he had been making it with his own daughter for ten years.
God, I needed another drink, screw the ice, I'll just keep the bottle, it's
easier.  How could she love him and do what she did with me?  Hell, how could
she love me and still keep on with him even when he was too sick to do anything
but just lay in the bed while she attacked him?  I took a long swig from the
bottle.
        She was just a nymph.  Needed it all the time.  No that's not true, she
had had no lovers but her daddy and me except for Robert.  She was on a power
trip needing to control her men.  No that was bullshit too.  She had never done
that except when she got rid of her mother.  Suddenly I threw back my head and
laughed at what Ruthie had done to her mother.  It was all just so ridiculous
that I couldn't focus on it any longer.  The last thing I remember before
passing out was thinking that I needed some food in my stomach.  It was past
lunch time and I was hungry.  I think that I was laughing hysterically as I
passed out in my chair.

        My head was knocking, pounding.  Somebody was beating on it with a
baseball bat.  It was starting to bleed, I was being beaten to death.  I almost
jumped from the chair and I looked around, completely dazed.  It was somebody
at the front door using the knocker.  I looked at my watch.  It was seven
thirty.
        I almost didn't go, I really didn't.  I felt like my head was in a
cement mixer being tossed around inside.  Mechanically I finally made my way
the few steps to the door.  I pulled it open ready to scream an obscenity at
the salesman who had disturbed my drunken sleep.  I peered out through the
screen. I saw a light blue dress, strands of blonde hair, a face I had trouble
focusing on.
        "Jack honey," I heard pounding into my brain like jolts of lightening.
"Wow Jack, what's the matter with you?"
        "Oh," I muttered as I let her in the door.  "I just had a few drinks
after work."  She looked around and saw the bottle.  I looked too and saw it
was well over half gone.
        "All right, Jack," she said.  "You go get a in a hot tub of water and
I'll fix you something to eat."  The thought of food was beyond me just then.
She looked at my face and must have read my thoughts.  "Well," she continued,
"maybe the food can wait.  C'mon Jack, let's go get a shower."
        I felt so bad that at first I did not even realize that she was coming
into the shower with me.  She started the water as I just stood there.  As she
was adjusting the flow she said quietly "a good old tooth brushing might not
hurt either you know."  The toothpaste tasted bitter but made me feel better.
Then Ruthie started taking off my clothes.  When she had finished with me, she
quickly slipped of hers too.  "Well?" she teased.
        The water made me feel clean in more ways than one.  I get drunk about
once a year and maybe never like I had that afternoon.  I felt trashy dirty and
the water helped.  Ruthie and her bath cloth and her tongue did not hurt
either. She worked on my back for long minutes, pulling the tension from my
body and even a little of the pain from my head.  Then she pulled my back
against her front so I could feel her body against me.  She began to soap my
chest while she licked at my back.  I couldn't even get hard because while it
was certainly erotic, it was more relaxing than exciting and it was what I
needed.  I felt weak as a sick man and Ruthie was being my nurse, helping me
back to life.  It was a slow and painful return but after all, I had brought it
on myself.
        Finally her hands dropped and she started to feel my dick.  She put the
soapy cloth around it an gently played until I got hard.  Now that I was half
alive again I turned to her.  The water was pouring off her head and down her
breasts, making them glisten.  Her hair was plastered to her head but she was
as beautiful as ever.
        I gently pulled her mouth to mine.  We must have kissed for five
minutes or more with our arms around each other.  Then slowly we began to
explore each other's body.  It felt so good.  I was still not able to think
straight but I could feel.  After a long time, Ruthie went down on her knees
and took me in her mouth.  I just closed my eyes and felt the love she was
giving me.  I wanted to freeze the moment and just stop our lives at that point
in a time stop.  Then I wouldn't have to think anymore and I could just feel.
It was unlike any oral sex I had ever had.  I didn't want to cum, I just wanted
it to continue.  Ruthie didn't seem to be trying to make me cum. It was almost
like it was a non-sexual act but just a love act.  I lost track of time and
just floated, enjoying the love I could feel emanating from her.  It was at the
same time the best sex I ever had and also not sexual at all.  There was no
pressure, no attempt to make it get better, no drive to climax.  It was just
what it was.  It was Ruthie's expression of pure love for me.  Thinking back,
it was one of the most satisfying times of my whole life.
        I really don't even know how long it might have continued.  But I have
an old water heater and little by little I realized that the water was getting
cold.  The temperature finally broke the mood and the feeling faded.  What a
loss.  She started laughing with my dick still in her mouth and finally stood
up.
        "I think," she said slowly "that we better get out." I was starting to
shiver and I turned off the faucets.  We dried ourselves each with our own
towel.  Then I took her hand and wordlessly led her into the bedroom.  We lay
beside each other for awhile, not even touching, just looking at each other.
Then the kissing and the touching began again and this time the feeling was
sexual.  My desire overshadowed my headache and soon we were thrashing around
the bed like a couple of kids.  When I finally entered her it was like coming
home after a long trip to somewhere I hadn't wanted to go.  It was our best sex
ever, our own private trip into love and when it was over I felt empty and sad.
 Empty because I had given more to Ruthie that night than I ever had to anyone
in my life and sad because I finally began to think about the events of earlier
in the day.  Ruthie just curled up on my arm and nestled against me. I didn't
know I was going to say it until I had already said it.  It was like it wasn't
me talking.  I said to Ruthie "I want to marry you."
        "I want to marry you too."  The answer was lazy and seemed to come from
a long way off.  It took me a minute to recognize that I had asked her and she
had answered me.  Then I was awake, alert, and my body tensed.  She felt it.
She started rubbing mt chest trying to relax me I think.  I was silent but she
spoke again.  "Yes Jack, I want to marry you."  I abruptly sat up, breaking the
spell.
        "Ruthie what are you talking about?"
        She just stretched like a cat beside me and smiled, her head on the
pillow, her face framed by her beautiful hair which was in ruins but was still
erotic.  Then she giggled.
        "Well you just screwed up didn't you lover?  You just proposed and I
just said yes."
        The adrenlin hit me for the second time in one day.  "But what about
your father?"  I was hurt and distrustful, I had heard what they had said that
morning.
        "Jack, he's known about us from the first night.  He knows everything
about you.  Just like you know everything about us.  Jack don't you see, if it
was going to work, both you and he had to know."
        I was dumbfounded.  "But," I studdered.  "Why did you act like we
couldn't let him find out about us?"
        "Jack," she smiled up at me from the pillow.  "If you had known I was
giving him a play by play account about us, would you have kept seeing me?  I
had to tell you about my father, Jack.  It was too much a part of my life to
hide.  I had to know if you could accept it.  But I had to share it with my
daddy too, honey.  I knew what you didn't know soon after we met.  I knew that
someday you might ask me.  And I knew that if you ever did that I would say
yes.  You are the only honest man I have ever known besides my father. I'll
marry you tomorrow if you want."
        I was silent.  I tried to do a quick review on what I was about to do
but with the angel beside me in my bed, the girl I loved, the girl I wanted to
marry, what kind of review was necessary.  Finally she broke the silence.  Her
wonderful eyes bored into mine.
        "Want to retract the proposal.  One chance, Jack.  Right now."
        I did not hesitate, it wasn't necessary.  "We just signed a contract my
beautiful Ruthie," I whispered.  "You can't get out of it."
        Oh how good our embrace felt.  She was real, a warm living person who
would love me and have my children and grow old with me.  Two "moments of a
lifetime" in one night are too much for one person but I'll never forget our
embrace in my bed that night.  Finally she giggled.
        "Want to go meet my daddy now, Jack?  He's waiting for us."


        Well folks, that's it.  Ruthie and Jack were married 4 days later.
Jack moved into the old mansion.  A most improbable marriage began to grow and
as of that date it is still growing.  I have enjoyed sharing it with you.
Let's wrap up with few facts.

        I told you up front that this happened to a friend of mine.  It did. It
happened to my very best friend.  It happened to my wife.  Ruthie is my wife.
You probably guessed that by now.  It really was me all the time.

        I told you it was true.  I have spoken as much of the truth as I can
remember.  I have told you no lies.  Ruthie and I are what I have said we are.
How can I write pornography about my own wife?  I will just say you would have
to know us to understand.

        Why did I write it?  I'm not really sure.  I've asked myself the same
question.  Obviously Ruthie and I are both highly sexually-oriented people.
She knows I'm writing this but she hasn't asked to read it.  Maybe one day she
will.  I will be glad to share it because it is a love story.  But since I
became involved with Ruthie, stories of incest and experiences of young girls
turn me on.  They really did not before Ruthie but they do now.  Very often we
pretend she is a young virgin.  It gets us both off.  Just as I love to look
through Ruthie's baby book, I think someday soon she will ask to read this.  As
soon as I send it up to the board I plan to find her and tell her it's
finished.  She may even ask to read it tonight.  She may read it before you do.
Even as you read this we may be making love while she reflects on what I have
written about us.

        Does she still make it with her father?  I honestly think probably so.
She has opportunities to do it with him.  I can't ask you to understand this or
accept it but I don't care.  If I had to guess, I would guess they probably do
on occasions.  It doesn't concern me and I don't ask.  Ruthie is as I write
this final chapter on July 31, 1989 three months pregnant.  She is now 29.  We
have a two year old baby girl and I also have a baby son eleven months.  The
boy is dark like like me but the girl is very light colored.  I wonder about
her origins but she is my daughter no matter who the father is and I love her
very much. She is a beautiful little girl.  Already starting to look like her
mother a little bit.

        What is the relationship between Ruthie's father and me?  Strained, I
guess I have to say.  He is as friendly as anyone could ask, I just still don't
feel totally comfortable around him.  It's getting better.  Except for the
socially "horrible" things he did with his daughter, he seems like a well
adjusted man.  That facet of my life will improve and I expect he will continue
to live with us for the rest of his life.

        How goes the marriage?  It gets better every day.  Ruthie is an
incredibly gifted lover but I can feel that her enthusiasm is a result of the
love she feels for me.  That love is returned without reservation.  It may be
one of the strangest marriages on record, but I bet it's better than most.

        One last comment before we leave each other.  Just the fact, folks,
that's all.  And am I really telling the truth?  Really?

        Obviously our names are not Jack and Ruthie Williams.  One last time
before I go... everything here is true.  All of it.  I hope your marriage is
half as good as mine. If it is, hold onto it.  Love is a precious thing no
matter what manner of expression it takes or from what origins it arises.
Thanks for listening.


                                Jack