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 M/f Incest, Preg.



   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never be this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.



   Renascentia

   by Pedro Feelya for Steve M.  Preg



   Steve met Sarah in grade school, they began to date in high school, they
moved in together at college, and married very soon after.  This was back
when young adults didn't race to see how many people they could fuck before
settling down.  Steve and Sarah were soulmates, cursed by the fates to live
half lives as individuals, complete only when they were together.  They
wanted children, but they were in no hurry.  Steve wasn't sure if he wanted
to share his love with anyone but Sarah.  Sarah was twenty six when they
decided to get pregnant.  For two years they tried to get pregnant, but the
doctors said their odds were not good.  Even with In Vitro Fertilization,
Sarah probably would not keep the baby.  So, they gave up on the idea of
having children, and they didn't need birth control anymore.

   They settled in to live happily ever after with each other.  Then a
small miracle happened.  At the age of thirty eight, Sarah became pregnant
anyway.  She quit her job and spent her whole pregnancy taking care of
herself, while Steve took care of everything else.  The pregnancy went well
and Steve was home when Sarah went into labor.  At the hospital he held her
hand during most of the labor.

   Then the doctor started yelling out orders and they rolled Sarah into
surgery.  Later, the doctors told him about Sarah developing an aneurism
and massive hemorrhaging.  Ultimately, when the nurse placed a screaming
bundle of flesh into his arms, this was all that he had left of his
soulmate.  He was now a widower and father at the same time.  He named her
Renascentia, which is Latin for Rebirth.



   "Hey baby, I made your favorite.  Hurry up."

   A minute later Rena shuffled sleepily into the room.  Steve looked his
daughter over carefully, committing again to his plan.

   Rena was tall and very slender for her age.  Her long hair was medium
brown, with a golden shimmer in the morning light, and it fell straight to
well below her shoulders.  Her delicate features and small nose and mouth
were beautiful by anyone's standards.  The light dusting of freckles on her
upper cheeks and nose kept her looking young and fresh.

   She reminded him more of his precious Sarah every day.  Rena had the
same slightly almond-shaped steel grey eyes.  Steve remembered when he
first met Sarah at Rena's age of thirteen, but he had to admit, Rena was
even prettier, though very similar.

   Today Rena wore her usual long t-shirt sleepwear.  It was getting much
too small for her and hugged her body tightly.  Her breasts were growing
already and made definite mounds pushing outward, and her nipples and
areolas often hardened and stuck straight out in small distinct cones.  She
often complained that they hurt and she would rub them through her shirt in
front of him.

   The shirt also hugged her slender waist which made her hips look more
feminine.  The shirt was now so short that if she stretched or bent over,
Steve could plainly see her simple white cotton panties.  She had an ass
you could bounce a quarter off of and it stuck out, high and firm.

   Rena made her way to the refrigerator and pulled a glass from the
cupboard to fill it with orange juice.  She turned and brightened visibly
when she saw how many crepes he had made.  They sat and she filled hers
with jams and sour cream, or her favorite, cottage cheese and raisins. 
Adding a zigzag of honey and powdered sugar sprinkled on top completed the
masterpiece.

   Rena had her thirteenth birthday almost two months ago.  She still
missed her friends, even though they had moved to Alaska over a year ago.
Steve had tried to make it a special time, but Rena was becoming depressed
more often.  Steve couldn't let her go to school or make friends in the
nearby town.  She had her pets and farm animals.  Maybe he could build a
large heated stable, and buy her a horse.

   After breakfast, Steve left her to clean up and wash dishes, and went to
his shop to work.  Ten minutes later he heard the shop door close.  He
looked over to see his angel with a red face and she looked distressed.

   "Daddy, I'm bleeding."

   Steve froze.  Where was she hurt?  What happened?  Would she need a
doctor?

   Before he could ask any of these questions, she said, "I'm bleeding
between my legs."

   Steve exhaled in relief and anticipation.  He had been watching the
changes and knew that it would be soon.  She hadn't complained of cramps,
but she had never lived with a woman and wouldn't know what to expect.

   Steve got up and escorted his little lady back into the house.  They
went to the bathroom.

   "Drop your underwear and wipe yourself with the toilet paper," he
instructed.

   Rena looked up at him uncertainly.  They wore underwear around each
other most of the time, but she hesitated at being bottomless.  She pulled
her panties down to her knees and tried to keep her t-shirt covering her
bottom as she wiped with the tissue and showed him.

   There was a dark streak of old blood on it.  It was time to put his plan
into action.

   "It's probably just your period.  You know what your period is, don't
you?"

   Rena nodded shyly and blushed deeply.  Sex education in schools is vague
and incomplete, and what children tell each other constitutes the bulk of
their knowledge.

   "I need to examine you.  We have to be sure that's all it is, and we
have to be sure that the bleeding will stop," he lied to his daughter.  "Go
to your room and I'll be there in a minute."

   Steve went and got dark towels, a bowl of warm water, a small penlight,
and some pantyliner menstrual pads he had bought long ago.  Then he washed
his hands and went to her room.

   Rena was standing in her room, still holding her slightly bloodstained
panties.  Steve acted as professional as possible and spread a dark towel
near the end of her bed.

   "Sit here." He pointed at the towel.

   Rena hesitated, and then walked in slow motion toward the bed, turned,
and sat.

   "Lay back.  I've got to see if everything is okay."

   Steve had never tried to see his daughter naked before, so there was no
reason for her not to trust him.  She was just nervous and unsure.

   "This shouldn't hurt, so tell me if you feel any pain at all," Steve
continued.

   That was all Rena needed to hear, so she lay back and stared at the
ceiling.  As she lay back, her shirt was pulled to above her waist, fully
exposing her.  He caught a whiff of a smell he recognized from fourteen
years before.

   Steve tried to act as much like a doctor as he could.  He knelt before
her, put his hands on her knees, and spread her legs.  Rena gave a nervous
little whine.  This was the position she might give birth in one day, and
that thought gave him a little thrill.

   Steve had dreamed of this moment for years, but had no real idea of what
a thirteen year old pussy would look like.

   Rena had been wearing shorts a lot and she was a little tan except
across her hips and pussy.  Here she was so white that she seemed to glow,
and he could faintly see light blue veins across her pelvis.  Where white
thighs parted, her mound of Venus was covered with only a deep shadow of
soft short brown hairs.  Below were the thin outer lips that slowly
separated to show folds of darker lips, nestled in a valley of pink.  These
were the gates to Eden, the garden of creation.

   There were thin dark red lines of wet blood in every crevice.  This was
her lifeblood, given to cleanse herself for his implantation.

   Steve carefully wet a washcloth and wiped her pussy clean from bottom to
top.  Rena gasped when he first touched her, but then bravely shivered in
nervousness without saying anything.

   "You've grown up to be a mature woman.  You are very beautiful. 
Everything looks good.  Okay, I've got to look inside now."

   Immediately he placed the fingers of his right hand on either side of
her labia, to spread them.  He placed his left hand on her lower stomach
and mound, and his left thumb just happened to accidentally fall directly
on top of the hood at the top of her pussy.

   In the daylight through the window Steve could plainly see a white
membrane with a small lopsided hole in the center.  Now he was glad he
hadn't bought her the horse.  It might have ruined her maidenhead.  As it
was, the hole was too small to fit a tampon.  It was perfect.  The perfect
fertile place to plant and grow his soul.

   Steve let go of her pussy and fished in his pocket for the flashlight.
His left thumb just happened to start rubbing circles on her nub as he
fumbled about.  Rena shifted uneasily, and sighed without reason, but said
nothing.

   With the flashlight in his right hand, he slid his left hand down her to
the top of her pussy and spread the lips with his fingers.  Even with the
flashlight he really couldn't see anything more.

   "Well, I don't see any clots, cysts, or lacerations.  I don't think it's
done bleeding yet though.  I want to check again in a couple hours."
Nothing he said was actually a lie.

   He pulled his left hand up and off, and one finger accidentally slipped
inside the folds of her pussy, tracing some moisture up to her clitoris. 
Rena's muscles flexed for a moment.

   Steve looked at his reddened fingers.  He had never considered how
intimate and sacrosanct the fluids of her first sign of fertility were.  He
thought he would be repulsed, but instead, as he rubbed and smelled the
thin blood drying on his fingers, he felt blessed to be trusted with
something even his own beloved Sarah had hid from him.

   Quickly he wiped his hands clean to hide his thoughts from his daughter.
He told her to stay where she was and got a fresh pair of soft cotton
panties for her.  He attached the panty liner as she watched, and then slid
the panties onto her legs.  He pushed them all the way down to her sweet
butt with his hands warmly sliding along her legs.

   Trying to act uninterested, he said, "We'll see what it looks like in a
couple hours."



   Steve tried to go back to work in the shop, but found himself
daydreaming too much about the next two weeks.  He now had ten days to try
and correct for thirteen years of having to live with only a teasing taste
of his soulmate.  He felt like a heel, trying to seduce his only daughter,
but ultimately, everything he did would be for love.  Every day he missed
Sarah terribly, and though he loved the gift she had left him, Rena was not
Sarah.

   Steve waited for two and a half hours, just to torture and tease
himself. He went back into the house where Rena sat at the kitchen table,
doing her homeschool schoolwork.  He washed his hands and then sat beside
her to check her work.

   Steve had always been aware that she was feminine, but now he noticed
the smell of her hair, the swell of her small breasts, and the concerned
way she looked at him.  Her hands were small and pink and fragile.  She
hadn't changed her clothes and still wore the tight long t-shirt and white
underwear.

   Rena seemed to be more nervous and fidgety.  She was probably still
worried about her period.

   "We should probably check your bleeding again," he commented.

   "Okay, sure," she verbally expressed her compliance.

   Rena led the way to her bedroom where everything was still in place. 
She pulled off her panties and they both examined the thin red streak
there. Her period was still light, but flowing.  Steve pulled off the liner
and showed his daughter how to fold it.  Then she lay back on the bed and
spread her legs without being told.

   Steve was elated with her acceptance and trust.  He again tried to play
doctor, kneeling and washing her clean.  The water was cold, and she gasped
and giggled but didn't complain as he did an overly thorough job of rubbing
her pussy deeply and completely.  Rena sighed deeply several times.

   Then Steve again held her lower tummy and rubbed her hooded clitty with
his thumb as he fumbled about.  All of Rena's muscles were tightening.

   This time, Steve commented on how it didn't look just right, and he
needed to touch her.  He placed his right forefinger in the hole of her
vagina.  Rena didn't move.  She stopped breathing and then the muscles in
her pussy began to retract around his finger, almost like it was trying to
suck his finger in.

   Steve wiggled his finger around sharply, like a doctor might, but
careful not to push any deeper or touch her hymen.  Rena exhaled slowly,
with a low sound that was barely audible as a moan.

   "Hmmm," he said theatrically.  "It's still bleeding, but it looks
better. I would still like to check it again in two hours."

   Steve pulled his finger free from her tight hole and slid it up and down
her entire crack twice.  Then he let go of her clitoris and pulled away. 
His finger was bloody now.  He had to resist the urge to lick his finger in
front of his daughter, and taste her blood and moisture.  Instead, he wiped
it clean.

   Steve wondered if he had been going too far too fast, seeing if she
would accuse him of being bad.  He stood and became aware of his hard-on
caught painfully in his pants.

   Rena saw it, but Steve quickly bent over and picked up her panties.  He
handed the panties and a fresh pantyliner to her as she lay on the bed.  He
showed her how to attach it.  Then she handed her panties back to him as
she kept her legs spread wide all this time.  Finally, he pushed them
together when he again got to slide her panties over her ticklish feet, her
slender calves and thighs, and finally to cover her soft promise of home.

   Rena asked if she could shower and for some reason he desperately wanted
to watch.  He nodded yes and then turned to go.

   "Daddy," Rena said sweetly, "I love you."

   "I know," he said haughtily, teasing her, "but not nearly as much as I
love you."



   Now he had to go to his secret place in his shop to masturbate.  For
years, all he did was remember his Sarah, but lately it was their child he
saw in his fantasies.  In the bible they would say, "he spilled his seed on
the ground." The reason he wasted his precious seed was because he imagined
planting it in the most pure and fertile soil possible.

   Steve knew he had to slow down.  If he pushed his daughter too hard, she
might fear or resent him.  If she ended up hating him, it would ruin all
his plans.  She had to accept his gift, and love the baby born from it.  If
she rejected his gift, she would be rejecting him, her mother, and their
two half souls that would be combined again through her, into her baby.

   He tried desperately to get back to work and forget the whole thing. 
Still, He was distinctly aware when two hours had passed.  Then he heard a
noise and looked up.

   "It's been two hours," she said.

   Rena stood there, looking like the sunniest day in spring.  She wore a
pure white sun dress she loved.  Maybe because she never had access to a
lot of women's frilly things, Rena never developed a taste for makeup,
jewelry, or fashion.  Her face and skin were already pretty, and without
those things her simple beauty showed through.  When she blushed, it was a
real blush.  When she sweat a little, she glowed.

   Right now, her hair fell back behind her ears, and her natural skin
colors brightened then flowed down to whiteness as his gaze descended down
the deep V in her dress above her breasts.  She smiled.

   Steve sat and stared for a moment.

   "You said you wanted to look at me again in two hours," she reminded
him.

   If she wasn't going to ask about his touching her pussy, he wasn't going
to ask why she looked like a fairytale dream.

   "My God, you look fantastic.  No, I haven't forgotten, but I'm glad you
reminded me.  Let me wash up first."

   She followed him to the bathroom, and then led him to her bedroom.  She
seemed different now.  She was confident and comfortable.

   Rena looked at the bed with the black towel still on it.

   "Oh, I shouldn't be wearing this." She looked down at her white dress.

   Without hesitation, she started pulling it over her head.  When she
pulled it off, she managed to hold it bunched around her titties, hiding
them.  She hadn't exposed anything Steve hadn't seen when she was in a
bikini, but now his thirteen year old daughter's body caused his cock to
stiffen and he felt it rise.  She was slender like a child, but like when a
rose can be most beautiful just as it is starting to blossom, he couldn't
imagine her being any more radiant.  There was a freshness in her first
fulfillments of her womanhood that was intoxicating.

   Steve was staring again.

   "Well?" She said it like he was being silly.  "Take them off."

   It took a heartbeat for Steve to realize she wanted him to pull off her
panties.

   He first tried to swallow.  Then he bent and knelt to one knee.  He
reached up and hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties, and pulled
them down slowly like a curtain falling after the final scene of an act and
making way for the next.  Her unhidden pussy came into view, with its soft
cleft whispering secrets only his body could fathom.  His fingers trailed
down her legs as he leaned his face closer, as though hoping for a kiss. 
Finally, her panties reached the floor and he was prostrate before her
supremacy of beauty.

   Steve couldn't look away from her young warm forbidden Shangri-la.  Her
hips had just begun to widen and her pubic hair was so light that it didn't
even hide her skin.  Her pussy lips were pouty, and the closed split
between them was a pink line that begged to be explored.

   Rena danced out of her underwear and spun toward the bed, then paused.
Her entire backside, from heel to head, was naked and being displayed for
him.  Her neck curved into her shoulders and her lower back curved into her
fine ass with a gracefulness that would make artists weep.

   Then Rena gracefully turned and sat.

   Steve was sure of it now; he was not the one doing the seducing.  He
didn't know what Rena's plan was or what she wanted.  He could ask her, but
that would risk everything if he laid his cards on the table.

   But things were going way too fast.  The plan was supposed to take ten
days, and they were already halfway there but only halfway through the
first day.

   Steve knew that when lost, taken off guard, or uncertain, you should
always try to stick to the original plan.  Besides, he had fantasized about
this plan for years, and he didn't want to miss a minute of it.

   He walked over and openly gazed down on the peaceful and lovely face of
his daughter.  She already seemed to glow.  Then he knelt down between her
bare legs.  Rena lay back, opened her legs wide and lifted her knees high.
Her white thighs only accented the dark rose red of her pussy.  She was
bleeding a little more now.

   Steve reached for the washcloth and found that the water was hot.  Rena
had prepared for this moment.  He carefully began to wash her very slowly,
enjoying every moment.  He started far outside of where he needed to and
worked his way in.  Rena didn't move and only sighed deeply, constantly.

   When he had washed to the middle, and began to meticulously wash each
fold of her pussy, Rena began to whine quietly.  When he couldn't justify
rubbing her pussy with the wet cloth any more, he again rested his left
hand on her lower tummy and began to massage her wet clitty with his thumb.
Rena began to moan steadily.

   Steve began to stroke up and down her labia with his other fingers and
finally slid one into her virginal hole, up to her hymen.  Rena grunted
loudly now, and then her flesh around her hole closed up tightly on his
finger.  He began to rub that finger around in circles, trying to massage
the edges of her hole.  Rena squirmed and her unnatural sounds got louder.

   Everything Steve had done so far, they could at least pretend to be
innocent.  He wasn't ready to cross the line into things he couldn't
explain.  No matter how fast she followed and pushed the plan, he wasn't
going to let her go too far and get scared by it.  He was a little scared
and beginning to doubt what he was doing.  It wasn't supposed to be like
this.  Maybe everything he was doing was too wrong.  He had to stop now.

   Steve pulled away his bloody fingers, and washed his daughter lightly
again.  He could tell from her breathing that she was upset.  He could
almost hear her mind scream at him.  He got up, and without looking into
her accusing eyes, changed her pantyliner for her and slid her underwear on
cautiously.

   Steve turned to go.  "Everything is wonderful.  In a couple hours I
would like to do more," he stopped to correct himself, "I would like to
check again." He knew he was screwing up.  He just didn't know if Rena knew
what she was rushing into.  In all his fantasies she remained innocent and
unchanged, and he bore the brunt of his sins.  In his fantasies, he didn't
realize how much this could hurt her emotionally.  He then walked out of
her bedroom door, leaving her on her back, almost naked, with her legs
still in the air.

   Still, Steve went back to his shop and immediately to his hidy-hole so
he could masturbate.  When he came back out, he thought he heard the shop
door click very quietly, but no one was there.  For the next two hours he
pounded his brain, trying to figure out what his thirteen year old daughter
knew.

   So Steve waited for her to come get him again.  Right at two hours, the
shop door opened.  She wore the fresh white dress again.  This time she
didn't say anything, but walked up and took his hand.  She led him to the
bathroom where he washed up and then she led him to her bedroom.  She
pulled him to her bed, then pulled her dress up over her head and let it
drop to the floor.  She had lost some of her confidence, but not her
desire.

   Rena stood tall; the top of her head came up to his chin, and she looked
at his chest.  He looked down at her breasts.  They were each a small
handful.  Her nipples were small like her mother's had been, but they were
still growing.  If he kept to his plan, they would soon be swelling full of
milk.  Her nipples barely poked out from the end of her puffy cone-shaped
areolas.  They were an even light pink color that stood out from her bright
white curved breasts.

   Steve looked at his maturing daughter's breasts and didn't know what to
do.  She wasn't moving, just waiting for him.  She was so vulnerable and
unsure.  He could feel her desire, but didn't trust why she was so direct
and passionate.

   "God," he said slowly.  "You are even more gorgeous than your mother."

   Rena looked up into his eyes in shock and quickly looked away toward the
bed.  She carefully lay back onto it.  She was determined not to speak, and
it created a powerful magic.

   Steve pulled her panties off and down to her feet.  He noticed that they
were pink lace, fancier and prettier than the ones he had put on her.

   This time, when Steve knelt before her, his thirteen year old daughter
didn't raise her legs in eagerness.  He lifted one leg and held it up by
her thigh below her knee, then he lifted the other.  Next he bent and
kissed her thigh slowly about half way down.  There was no reason for this
and he wouldn't be able to justify it; he just wanted it.  His plan was
completely useless and he was flying blind.

   Rena inhaled deeply in a long gasp.  It sounded like she was preparing
for a lot more.  Steve kissed her other thigh.  He could feel her relax. 
He continued to work his way down both legs, kissing and nibbling on the
softest parts of her inner thighs.  Rena began to moan with each breath.

   When he got close to her blood-smeared crack, he had to release her
legs. The washcloth was again hot.  He didn't spend too much time washing
her before he put the cloth back.  He again grasped her thighs and,
lowering his face, placed a firm kiss on her pubic mound.  Rena whined.

   Steve began to kiss the outside of her pussy lips and tongue the soft
areas vigorously.  Then, suddenly, he covered her pussy with his mouth.

   Steve had never eaten out his wife when she was on her period.  He had
never thought about it.  And now he wondered why.  No man had ever shed
this blood.  This gift belongs only to a woman able to conceive, is an
intimate part of her fertility cycle, and yet in some ways, her greatest
shame.  Suddenly, Steve wanted to be privileged.  Especially since it was
his daughter's first period and her first time being kissed down there.

   He hadn't expected a huge mess or a disgusting taste, but he was a
little disappointed in its mildness.  Her pussy was wet from the washing,
and he could taste only a little warm flavor, though it was very familiar.
He had cut his fingers enough to know the taste of blood.  This was a
little bit softer, sweeter, and very nice.

   Steve licked up the length of his daughter's crack.  Rena cried out.  He
felt responsible to give her an orgasm.  He lick-wiggled his tongue up and
down her crack, building her up.  Then he stuck his tongue into her hole
far enough to feel the hymen.  He wiggled his tongue hard and sucked at her
warm flavor.  Rena was starting to lose control and began bucking on the
bed.

   Steve held his daughter down and began to nibble and flick at the hood
covering her virgin clitty.  Rena began wailing and started to spasm.  He
held her and kept licking gently until his daughter came down slowly from
her climax.  Then he licked her clean, wiped his face with the washcloth,
and stood to get her panties.  His cock was rock-hard and stood straight
out in his pants.  Rena watched it and him as he prepared her fancy pink
lace panties and then slid them up over her legs.  While still bent over,
he leaned over her body and kissed her lovingly on the cheek.

   Steve immediately went to his shop and to the secret place.  He pulled
out his cock, added lotion, and began to work it furiously.  He was getting
close to cumming when she stepped around the corner.

   Rena had caught him.  She was still wearing only panties and her nipples
on her high breasts were hard in the cool air, or perhaps for another
reason.

   Steve froze.  What was he going to do?  His pants were down around his
ankles and his hand-covered cock was in plain view between them.  Her
mother had never watched him masturbate; she would have wanted to help. 
But she often stood around topless in her underwear and watched him do
things.  The memories brought tears to his eyes.  For years he masturbated
to memories of his soulmate just standing, watching him.  Now her legacy
also stood before him.  His cock hardened at the idea.  He rubbed it a few
times and felt the power of his desire.

   His thirteen year old daughter stood and watched her father masturbate.
He watched her and didn't have to fantasize about anything.  Her lips were
red and she licked them uncertainly.  Her eyes were soft and glued to his
cock.  Her look was non-judgmental, only interested.  Her shoulders weren't
completely bare.  Her soft brown hair fell over them and down her back. 
She stood, unconscious of how erotically her whole body screamed of her
readiness to mate.  He imagined what she would look like with her tummy
stretched out and her breasts swollen.

   Steve was cumming hard and he kept his eyes glued to his daughter's
face. He held his hand over the end of his cock and, as he came, white
sperm leaked over his fingers and dripped to the floor.  Then he relaxed.
With the show over, Rena turned and disappeared around the corner.

   It was a crappy day to get any work done.  Steve piddled around, and
decided this was his final two hours.  Thirteen years of planning had
fallen apart in the first day.  Now he was just a passenger on this runaway
train and there was nothing he seemed to be able to control, least of all
himself.  He still missed his Sarah so much.  Rena was not Sarah; she was
Sarah's gift to him, but it cost Sarah her life.  He should hate his
daughter, but he couldn't.  Rena could give him back a little piece of
Sarah.  A soul is far too precious to bind within just one person.  He
wanted Sarah's and his soul to be passed to as many children and
generations as possible.

   A few minutes before the two hours were up, Steve looked up and saw his
daughter standing patiently.  She was still naked except for the fancy
underwear.  He stood and she walked up and stood close to him, really
close. He looked down into her eyes and she looked up into his.  He could
smell her body and feel her breath.

   He wanted her.  She wanted him.  All the logic and reasoning faded. 
Everything he believed and had been taught was wrong.  He wanted her just
for himself.  What could it hurt to kiss her upturned mouth?  He lowered
his head.

   Their lips met and they shared softness and warmth, gentleness and
passion.  She learned as they kissed and followed his lead.  After a minute
he wrapped his arms around her.  After another minute, he broke the kiss
and pulled back.  He would not take her like an animal.  If he would have
her, there was no hurry.

   "I need to wash up," he whispered to her.

   Rena giggled and followed him to the bathroom.  He was planning to quit
for the day and he usually showered.  He started the shower before he
washed his hands.  Rena was standing in the bathroom doorway.

   He looked into her eyes.  "I know you've showered already today.  But if
you want ..."

   Rena stepped into the bathroom and giggled, smiling.  She wanted to be
silent again.  Steve began to unbutton his shirt and she helped with a few
buttons.  He kicked off his shoes, then undid his pants and let them fall.
She bent quickly to pull down his underwear and began to pull off his
socks. When she stood her arm brushed his half-erect manhood.

   Steve bent, pulled down her underwear, and kissed her tight little
tummy. Someday soon her belly would be huge with an already-loved life
inside it.  He then opened the shower door and led her in.  As the water
poured over her, it made the shower floor pink for a few seconds, and then
cleared.  It was hard to share the same showerhead, but it wasn't a
competition.

   He took the soap and began to lather her back and shoulders as she
pulled her hair over her neck to her front.  Then he reached lower and
began to rub her soft tush.  It was firm and smooth and deliciously curved.
He ran his hand deep in the crack of her ass and fingered the tight
muscular hole there.  He realized his hand was supporting more of her
weight, as she was either trying to impale herself on his finger or her
legs were faltering.

   Steve pulled his hand free from his daughter's butt and turned her so
that he could rinse off her back.  She flipped her hair behind her and he
began to lather up her perfect little titties.  He couldn't remember her
mother's titties being this firm, but when you're young, those things
aren't as important.  He had never intentionally touched his little girl's
tits before, and now he got to enjoy massaging and squeezing them.  Rena
enjoyed it too and tilted her head back and hummed.

   Steve's cock was standing at attention and painfully waving back and
forth.  After a minute, he decided to finish this.  He stepped to her side
and began to lather the soap in circles down her ribs, stomach, lower
tummy, and onto her mound.  Then he transferred the soap to his other hand
and ran it down the crack of her pert ass again.

   Carefully, Steve slid his finger down the slit of his thirteen year old
daughter's virgin pussy.  She leaned heavily against his arm and moaned
deeply.  He began to rub his finger up and down.  At the same time he ran
all of his fingers of his other hand down deep into the crack of her ass,
and under.  His fingers of both hands almost met and he could support most
of her weight.  Within a few seconds he did have to hold her entire weight
in the warm spray as he rubbed her pussy from the front and underneath.

   Rena clutched at his arm and she convulsed against him as she came
quickly and powerfully.  Steve held her lovingly in his arms as she
recovered and looked up into his eyes.  They kissed as their heads passed
under the warm spray of the shower.  That was a sensation he would never
forget.

   Then Rena picked up the soap.  She had always been fascinated by her
father's mat of chest hair, and now she played freely with the soap in it.
Then her hands dropped and wrapped around his iron-hard sword.  He could
tell she didn't know what to do with it, but that was hardly disappointing.
He would be happy to teach her later.  For now she explored it with her
hands and cleaned it thoroughly.  Then she ran one hand up between his legs
and up the crack of his butt.  He whooped loudly in surprise and they both
burst out laughing.

   Rena didn't want to stop playing with his dick, but Steve had her rinse
him off, then they both stepped out of the shower.  Rena reached for a
towel but he took it from her.  He would take every opportunity to touch
her body that he could, and now he got to rub her down with a towel while
she turned and posed for him.

   Steve made her put on underwear so she wouldn't drip blood in the house,
but she wanted him to remain naked.  They sat in her room while he dried
and brushed out her hair.  He did this at least once a week anyway, but
never with her fondling his erect penis in her hands.  Now that she could
touch it, she didn't ever want to let go.

   When he was done, Steve lay back to talk to his daughter.  They had a
couple hours until dinner anyway.

   Rena had her own plans.  With her father on his back and his hard cock
in her hands, she pulled off her panties, knelt beside him and swung one
leg over his body, starting to straddle him and push his cock into her
crotch.

   Steve quickly grabbed her by the ribs and kept her from impaling
herself. He looked deeply into her eyes so she could see he wasn't mad.

   "Rena, what are you doing?  Why are you doing this?" he asked calmly and
softly.

   "I want to fuck you.  I thought you wanted to fuck."

   Ultimately, he did, but not like this.  He lifted her off of him and
laid her nude body beside him, so they faced each other.

   "First off," he said gently, "I don't fuck and have never fucked.  I
have only made love to your mother." He paused a long time.  "And yes, I
want to make love to you.  But why do you want to make love to me?"

   Rena looked down at the blankets.  "Because you're sad.  Because you're
alone.  I know you loved Mom and you never talk about her.  When you do
talk about her, it hurts you."

   Steve nodded.  It was probably all true.

   Rena continued.  "I started my period today and I think you have been
waiting for that.  It means that I am a woman now, but I think it's
important because I can become pregnant too."

   Steve hadn't realized how transparent he had been.  He nodded again.

   "I always thought you hated babies.  You never wanted to be around them,
and they upset you.  Then I saw you watch a baby once, and you cried.  Now
I see that you hurt when you see a baby.  You want one so bad that you
can't stand to see someone else's."

   Steve had to admit he was feeling a bit of a tear now as he listened to
his brilliant daughter.

   "I don't know why you haven't found someone to make a baby for you.  I
know that you can't find anyone to replace Mom, but you love me too.  You
tell me how much like Mom that I am.  I don't want to be Mom, but I want
you to be with somebody you love." She paused as though making a final
decision.  "I want to give you a baby.  I want to make babies with you, if
you'll have me."

   Steve's face was streaming with tears and he was too choked up to speak.
He pulled his daughter's body to his and cried for a long time.  He cried
about his loss.  He cried for his hate of the fates.  He cried for his
daughter's completely selfless gift.  He cried for the happiness of sharing
his soul.

   When he was all out of tears, he let go of his precious daughter.  "You
were your mother's last gift to me, but you are gift greater than her.  She
gave me someone I could love even more than her."

   Rena looked at him warily.  "But, you still want babies don't you?"

   Steve laughed.  "I want lots of babies.  And I want you.  For better or
worse, in sickness and in health.  For the rest of my life, or as long as
you will have me, I will only be yours."

   It wasn't a proposal of marriage, but it was close enough.

   Rena looked into his eyes.  "I accept."



   After a minute Rena looked at her father/husband's hard cock again. 
"When do we start?"

   Steve giggled with glee.  "Not yet; it's not that easy.  I want it to be
special."

   "But I want to get pregnant now," she pouted.

   Steve couldn't help but love her impatience.  "Hush.  We have ten days
until you can even get pregnant.  And there are a lot of fun things to
making love.  Don't be in a hurry.  I promise I will show you everything."

   "Hmm," she murmured as she snuggled up to him.  "I like the sound of
that."

   Steve decided they should go over her schoolwork and eat dinner before
her first lesson.  It was hard to check her homework while she kept rubbing
his cock to keep it hard.  Then they had trouble making dinner while
keeping their hands off each other's bodies.

   Afterward Steve invited his daughter/wife/lover to his room, well, their
room.  He started moving all his stuff to one side.  Rena started helping,
then asked why.

   "You don't want to sleep together?" Steve asked, surprised.

   "We can do that?  I mean, you want to do that?  Wow, why didn't we do
this before?"

   Steve didn't have a good answer for that last question.  He also wished
they had figured all this out before he made his stupid plan to seduce his
daughter.

   They then both jumped on the big bed and bounced around.

   Rena sat up.  "I want to make love now."

   Steve chuckled at how eager she was.  At least she didn't say 'fuck.'

   "It's not that simple.  You're a virgin.  It will hurt and you might not
even be able to fit me inside you.  There might be a lot of pain and some
bleeding."

   "Bleeding?" She looked at him sarcastically.

   "Okay, that was stupid.  A little more bleeding.  But losing your
virginity is a big deal.  With all that we've been through today, you want
to lose your virginity too?"

   Rena thought about it for a second.  "Yes."

   Steve thought about it for a minute.  His daughter started her period,
became a woman, had her first orgasm, watched a man masturbate, replaced
her mother, married her father, and now wanted to lose her virginity, all
in the same day!  They would need to mark this day on the calendar.

   Instead of replying, he leaned forward and kissed his thirteen year old
daughter.  She kissed back eagerly.  He pressed harder and forced her head
down to the mattress as he crawled over her body.  His cock was already
hard, and it slid up along the inside of her leg.  Rena sucked in her
breath as it pressed up against her pantycovered pussy.

   Steve looked into her eyes.  "Are you sure you're ready to give up your
virginity?"

   She stared steadily into his.  "Yes."

   "Okay then." Steve crawled off of her and off the bed.  "Let's make this
a romantic night to remember." He went to his big bathroom and started to
run a hot bath.



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