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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 02

   by Pedro Feelya for Steve M.  Preg







   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.

   Rena growled when he left her on the bed, but she understood what her
father wanted and went to her room to put her hair up.

   Steve headed for the kitchen.  He grabbed the chocolate syrup, whipped
cream, and some cold sodas.  It had been over thirteen years since he had
done this.  Maybe it was when Sarah was six months pregnant with Rena.  He
wracked his brain trying to remember what else would be fun.

   Steve got back to the bathroom before the bathwater needed to be turned
off.  He grabbed a decorative bottle that had been a gift many years
before. It had some kind of bath soap in it and he poured half the bottle
in.  It smelled of lavender.

   Candles.  He forgot candles.  He turned to get some.  Rena was standing
in the doorway.  Her hair was pulled up and her neck was slender and longer
than he remembered.  She was wearing nothing, but somehow, the way she
stood, he felt like he had never seen her naked before.  She didn't have
the look of a child.  She didn't look at him like her father.

   Her high breasts and soft-colored nipples seemed as natural as rain. 
One hand was held against her tummy.  A tummy that soon would be filled,
and hopefully later, very full.  Her hips weren't too much wider than her
waist, but promised to accommodate him now, and the life that would be
created inside her later.  The light shadow of hair in such a small area
over her pussy was the only thing that betrayed her age of thirteen.

   Rena wasn't standing in a pose.  She was just watching him, trusting
him, and waiting for him.  He stepped up to her and she automatically
tilted her head back, closed her eyes slowly, and searched upward with her
lips.

   Steve couldn't remember what he had been thinking about a second before.
He carefully met her lips and they kissed, softly, not touching any other
part of their bodies.  He reached behind her and turned off the light. 
There was still plenty of sunlight coming from the window, through the
blinds, from the Alaskan evening.

   Their lips separated very slowly, as if begging for a reason to come
back together.  Then Steve reached down and took her hand.  He led her to
the bathtub and supported her as she gingerly climbed into the hot water.
He climbed in behind her and when they sat, she leaned back against his
chest.

   They soaked for a minute, getting used to the temperature.  Then he
began to stroke her arms.  She melted back into him.  His fingers began to
traces lines and squiggles, up her arms, over her shoulders, down her
sides, over her ribs, and began back up to her breasts.  Before he could
reach them, her hands covered his and stopped them.  Then she pulled his
hands up and pressed them firmly to her breasts.

   Rena's hands began to squeeze and massage the back of his hands and he
did the same to her breasts.  His half-hard cock grew to full-hard, trapped
between them.  Rena let go of his hands and he continued to feel her firm
smooth globes with their unnaturally hard nipples in the centers.  Then his
hands worked downward, massaging.

   Both of Steve's hands reached down and began rubbing the insides of her
thighs, with the backs of his fingers sliding along the outside of her
pussy lips.  Rena moaned loudly and squirmed against his body, her lower
back in particular rubbed across his hard cock.

   Steve then pulled his hands free of her crotch, slid them outside of her
thighs, and then underneath her to cradle the crease where her legs met her
bottom.  He didn't want her too excited yet.  Rena sighed, but continued to
relax against her father's hairy chest.

   After a minute, he lifted her butt up slightly in the water and slid his
hands firmly under her.  With the heel of his hands just outside her hips,
her fingers could touch under the crack of her bottom.  He bent his fingers
upward.  His forefingers felt folds of soft flesh while his pinky felt her
wrinkled tight anus that contracted at his touch.  Every muscle in Rena's
body tightened a fraction.  He waited for her to relax again.

   Steve began to flex his hands, rhythmically squeezing her muscular butt,
while his fingers wiggled a little also, adding to the feeling.

   Rena lifted her hands high above her head, then joined them behind his
neck and locked her fingers.  With her head turned to the side, he had to
look down the length of her slender stretched-out body.  Her breasts almost
disappeared as she stretched, but her nipples now poked out like beacons.
He might be able to play her body like a fine musical instrument, but all
she had to do was stretch out her nude body against his, and he was ready
to cum.

   Steve stopped moving so they could both relax again.  All this had taken
quite a bit of time and the bath was beginning to cool.  Pulling his right
hand free of her butt, he laid it gently over her pussy.  His left hand dug
in deeper underneath her.

   Rena must have known what was coming, but continued to relax against
him. Even with the nice-smelling soap in the water, her skin was not
slippery.  Steve had to be very careful as he laid his fingers down inside
her fertile valley.  He began to flex the fingers of both hands in a wave
motion.  Rena's whole body tightened and she held onto his neck.  Steve
began to work his first finger down her pussy and into her hole.  He
couldn't feel the hole in her hymen.  Rena's body was starting to rock with
his finger motions, but he could still keep her hips immobile.  He reached
into the right spot with his pinky.  He could feel the hole, but could
barely get the tip of his finger in.  He wanted to stretch it now if he
could.

   Rena stiffened and laid her small hand on his, but didn't pull it back.
He knew she was feeling some pain, but wanted to endure it silently.  It
was no use.  If he was going to be inside his baby doll tonight, he was
just going to have to "bust her cherry".  He wasn't going to love himself
for that.  He could only hope she would still love him.

   Steve pulled his fingers up a little and began to rub her clitoris
directly and work his other pinky against her butthole.  Why waste an
opportunity to make her cum?  She would be good for more.

   Rena didn't complain, but began to thrash about.  The water was sloshing
over the edges of the tub by the time her muscles flexed and she began to
stiffen.  She let out a low wail that echoed in the small room.

   Steve slowed his fingers and then held them still as soon as she started
to soften.  Rena collapsed back against him like a rag doll.  He moved his
fingers out, but still cupped her most private places comfortingly.  She
relaxed against him, unmoving.

   After a few minutes of cooling off, Rena suddenly curled up her legs and
spun to face him in the water.  Her hands didn't have to search far in the
soapy water to find his stiff rod.  She began to stroke it like she had
seen him stroke himself earlier.  The water was not a lubricant, but her
touch was soft and ticklish.

   Steve relaxed and lay back dreamily.  She wasn't doing enough to make
him cum, and he wasn't about to waste his liquid love in bathwater.  But,
it was wonderful and the attention she lavished on him translated directly
into love.

   After a couple minutes, Rena was becoming frustrated, but Steve had no
intention of cumming.  Later, he would explain to her how much more gifted
women were in receiving orgasms, and men couldn't cum as often.  For now,
he stood in the cool water and his stiff cock waved in his daughter's face.
He helped her up and quickly rinsed them both off in the shower.  He
planned to lick large areas of her body and didn't want to get sick from
eating so much soap.

   Still wet, he picked her up by the butt and she wrapped her legs around
him.  His hard cock pressed against her tight tummy, begging to be let in.

   In the bedroom, he laid her on the bed, on her back, and tried to pull
away.  She wouldn't let him, and he had to peel her arms and legs apart as
she giggled.  He then wrapped her up in the bedcover to keep her warm.  It
would probably be awhile before she developed enough blood to leak again.

   He literally ran from the room, comically.  In the bathroom he grabbed
the stuff he brought from the kitchen.  He remembered the candles and went
to get them.  At the linen closet he grabbed all the soft dark towels they
had.

   He ran back to the bedroom where Rena eyed him impatiently.  He set up
the candles and turned out the lights.  Then he spread out the towels on
the bed.

   Steve took a very long breath to calm himself, and began to unwrap his
gift, carefully and slowly.  Her reclining form emerged from shadow in the
dim flickering light.  He tossed the bedcovers to the side.  The magic had
begun.  He gave her his only instructions.  "Relax and do nothing."

   Obeying her lover father, Rena stretched out lazily, and very sexily. 
Steve groaned.  He didn't know where to begin.  Start at the top and work
his way down.

   He crawled on hands and knees onto the bed and over her body, daring her
to reach up and touch him.  His cock kept hitting her accidentally and she
giggled.  He lowered his head and kissed her brow.  Then her temples.  Then
the side of her nose.

   Rena whined in impatience.  Steve stopped that with a kiss on the lips.
He kissed her again and forced her mouth open.  He broke away and then
kissed her again, and her mouth opened to meet his.  His tongue licked her
teeth and met her tongue.  She experimented, licking his tongue also.

   They didn't have time for him to teach her all the intricate delicacies
of mouth to mouth stimulation.  He sucked firmly, forcing his lips hard
against hers.  Then he broke the kiss, leaving her searching for more.

   He bit and nibbled at her strong chin and lean jawline and then he began
to suck firmly at one spot on her neck.  A big hickey would be just one
more reminder that would last for days; and every hickey after that would
have special meaning.

   When Steve was sure her temporary tattoo of lust would be very visible,
he moved back up her neck to her ear.  Hot breath and gentle nibbles
extracted pleasant sounds and fast breathing from his little girl.  As he
nuzzled her like a hungry bear, he felt her delicate hand curl around his
dick.

   "No cheating," he reminded her.  "This is my fun.  You don't need to do
anything."

   Steve moved downward out of her grasp and began dry-kissing her broad
bare shoulders.  In the flickering candlelight he could see her skin here
was unblemished, without even a mole.  Her complexion was lighter, tending
to redden instead of tan, but there was a definite bikini pattern of white
covering her small tits.  And what glorious tits they were.  Each one was
only most of a handful, but the skin around the nipple was so white it
seemed translucent.  The nipples didn't distend from her areolas like her
mother's did, but were just the end of a sweet pink cone that begged to be
kissed and sucked.

   In the candlelight, her nipples seemed much darker, and erotic.  They
were hypnotic and called for him to worship them.  He wondered at the taste
of the nourishment that would first come from these springs of milk.  He
had never gotten to taste Sarah's, his dead wife's.  For thirteen years he
had wondered what both he and Rena had missed.  Soon Rena would provide for
him.

   Steve leaned his head down and blew cold breath across each nipple. 
Rena giggled and squirmed.  Her nipples firmed up and stood defiant.  He
gently kissed the right one.  Her muscles shied almost imperceptibly.  He
kept his warm mouth over her nipple and gently sucked.

   Rena inhaled, swelling her chest and forcing her tittie into his face.
Steve sucked firmly, then popped his mouth free.  She gasped.  Then he
moved his head over and broadly licked right over her right nipple.  Again
Rena sharply inhaled, forcing her tittie hard against his mouth and she
moaned.  He knew that she must really trust him to be enjoying these
strange new feelings so quickly.

   Steve tried to drive his daughter mad as he licked and swirled his
tongue, awakening her nerve endings.  He explored the firm feminine curve
of her breasts, and the sensitive skin all about them, with love bites and
his wandering fingers.

   Rena was having trouble keeping still and keeping her arms at her sides.
When Steve felt he had tortured her with pleasure enough, he wanted to add
some fun.

   The chocolate syrup and whipped cream were within reach, and Rena's eyes
got really wide when her father grabbed the whipped cream can and began to
shake it.  He told her to open her mouth and he squirted a little in so she
could taste it, like they had always done.

   Rena laughed as she swallowed.  She sounded relieved that some of the
tension of these new experiences had been lifted.  Steve had figured she
was a little afraid.  He then dripped a few drops of chocolate onto her
cheek.  She stuck her face up so he could lick them off.  With chocolate
still on his lips, he kissed her, sharing the flavor.  She hummed in
approval.

   Then Steve dribbled chocolate across her shoulders.  Next he took the
whipped cream can and sprayed a dollop on each of her hardened nipples,
plus a circle around each breast.  Rena squealed and laughed and tried her
best to stay still and not choke.

   He licked at the chocolate first, and then began to lick the circles of
cream to the center of her breasts.  Rena's hands found their way to the
back of his head and her fingers writhed in his hair.  By the time he had
sucked the last of the chocolate and cream from her pert little titties,
his daughter was seriously moaning and squirming her hips.

   Steve then sat up and got the warm washcloth he had prepared, and washed
her face and chest so she wouldn't be sticky or uncomfortable.  This also
helped to relax her again.

   He looked deep into his baby girl's eyes.  "Are you sure you want to
carry my baby?" he asked her.

   "Our baby," she corrected him.  "I want to have our baby."

   Steve hadn't expected such a convincing answer.  He smiled and kissed
her on the lips quickly.

   He wasn't done with the chocolate yet.  He dribbled two very thin lines
straight from her nipples, over her bony ribcage, across the soft valley of
her stomach, and they met at the top of her furrow.  He had to switch sides
often as he licked his way down, keeping her as clean and dry as possible.
He still had to lick up a little more chocolate that was caught in the
light pubic hairs that weren't actually enough to cover anything.  Without
spreading her legs, he licked down into the cracks.

   Rena somehow tilted her hips more and soft folds of skin opened against
his tongue.  Steve could only be sure of what he was licking by the sounds
his daughter made and the way her body quivered.  She may have wanted more,
but he didn't want to lick around her vagina and risk making her sore.

   Steve enjoyed making the most he could of the limited access he had to
her clitoris.  He didn't want her to orgasm like this, but he wanted to get
her close.  He could feel the expectations build in the small body
underneath him.

   His little girl was ready to sacrifice her virginity, and childhood, to
her father.

   Without words, she was begging him for climax.  Steve lifted his body
out of the way.

   Rena immediately spread her knees wide and lifted her ankles as high and
as far back as they could go into a slightly grotesque angle.  She then
grabbed under her knees with her hands and waited.  Her pussy was lifted
and gaping.  He wouldn't even have to touch the rest of her.  He could just
shove his cock into her and cum.

   The image hit him like a sour note.  This was his beloved daughter.  As
beautiful as she was, spread and exposed like that, she seemed desperate
and cheap.  There was not an inch of her skin that he didn't want to spend
hours worshipping, but now it wasn't right.  This wasn't porn star sex. 
And, he didn't want to just use her as a baby farm.  Now she looked like a
confused girl in a cheap bad porn movie.

   It hit him like a brick.  This was all a huge mistake.  He was just
using his daughter for his own needs and turning her into a disgusting
worthless shell.  Instead of being a full life creating life, she would
just be a shadow slave, a worthless empty vessel carrying other important
lives.

   Steve couldn't do this.  Rena deserved more.  He leaned back over to
tell her it wasn't going to happen, and he looked into her eyes.

   He stopped.  She was looking at him with unreserved love.  Whatever he
said, she would believe.  Whatever he asked, she would do.  If he wanted
her to be only a hole for him to cum in, she would do it.  To make her
more, he would have to love her more.  He would have to love Rena as much
as Sarah.  It is not possible that he could be so blessed to have two such
caring women in his life.  Renascentia must be Sarah.  It was the only
explanation.

   Steve tried to not break eye contact as he moved between her legs.  In
her eyes he could see no fear, no expectations, and no doubt.  He had to
tear his eyes away as he reached for the tube of lubricant jelly.

   Steve squirted a quarter of the tube between her legs.  Rena gasped at
its cold shock.  He started rubbing the head of his cock around in it, and
up and down her pussy.  She warmed quickly.

   He centered his cock on her vagina and leaned over her, locking his eyes
with his soulmate's eyes.  He pressed into her softness steadily.  After a
moment he pressed harder.  Rena's eyes winced with a little pain.  He
backed off when he saw this.  Then he pressed in harder.  Her eyes winced
more, but she said nothing.

   Steve knew what he had to do, and hated himself.  He looked deeply into
Rena/Sarah's eyes.

   "Forgive me," he whispered.

   With a quick and hard jerk of his hips, his cock broke into her tight
body.  Rena's head slammed back against the bed and she clenched her neck
and jaw to keep from crying out.  Her whole body froze as she suffered in
silence.  He barely acknowledged that it hurt his cock too.  He was only a
couple inches in, but it was so tight he didn't know if he would get those
inches back.

   The fuckfest he had seen in his fantasies was not going to happen that
night.  He could have jerked his cock out of her, but that would hurt even
more.  If he pulled out slowly, it would only draw out the pain.  Right at
that moment, it seemed best to just stay put.  He lowered his body onto
her, resting only enough of his weight to keep her warm.

   A few seconds turned into a minute, and then five minutes, as Rena's
sobbing breath calmed and quieted to normal.  Steve just simmered in the
feel of her body against his, and the knowledge that the painfully tight
burning around the end of his cock was the ultimate gift she could give
him.

   Then Rena tilted her head back down to him, and again he looked into his
wife's incredible steel grey eyes.  She must be ready for him to pull out.

   He smiled at her.  Under his breath he said, "That's enough for tonight.
We'll make love in a couple days."

   He started to pull back, and she winced in pain.  Then she lifted her
legs and locked them around his waist.

   "Honey, you have to let me go.  I know it hurts.  We're going to stop
now."

   She looked at him without expression.  He looked back into her eyes,
pleading.

   "No." Her voice was steel to match her eyes.

   Steve lowered his weight back into his daughter.  A little more pain and
she would change her mind.  He felt his cock slide forward a fraction.

   Rena winced, but her hips didn't flinch away.  He arched his hips and
pulled back a quarter of an inch.  If that hurt her, she was determined not
to show it.  Neither of them broke their gaze as they wrestled in small
movements.  Steve continued to push and pull, not more than an inch.  At
first it was just painful and mean.

   Then Rena opened her mouth and let out a huge sigh.  There was no doubt
that it was still agony for her, but her face began to radiate a different
feeling.

   Steve was moving into a rhythm and it felt incredible to him too.  He
hadn't had sex for thirteen years, but he never remembered the painful
intensity on his cock like this.  It wasn't sex as he had ever understood
it.  The physical feelings were nothing compared to the emotional orgasm
building inside of him.

   Imperceptibly, he had been lengthening his stroke.  It was only natural,
considering that he had started with only two inches of his cock inside
her. Soon, he was stroking almost half his length inside her and Rena was
grunting and whining as she approached her own climax.  He had to reign
himself back in.  If he hit the back of vaginal wall, she wouldn't be able
to handle that pain.

   Steve had to bite his tongue to distract himself.  Only in his fantasies
did he think she could cum despite the pain of a broken hymen.  Now, if he
could hold out a little longer, he could join her.

   Then, without warning, her pussy clamped down on his dick and he
couldn't thrust.  Rena tilted her head back and screamed out.  Steve may
have been confused, but his body knew.  His cock throbbed so painfully it
made him dizzy.  The inside of his cock burned as his live sperm were
forced inside her, through her vice-like tightness.  He wondered if he
could fill her whole pussy.  Muscles he didn't know he had strained to the
point of tearing.  The emotional wave then crashed against his brain and he
sank into euphoria.  He had planted his seed deep inside her fertile body!
And, he would continue to plant himself into her until she could make his
seed grow.

   After his cock had pulsed out its mission, the endorphins started to
fade.  Rena's pussy was still locked hard on his cock and she was still
frozen up and shivering.  Steve laid his body back down on her to give her
comfort.  He nuzzled his face next to hers.

   After a minute, his new full-grown woman relaxed under him.  He felt
cool wetness against his cheek.  He raised his head and Rena's eyes were
filled with tears and they were flowing down her cheeks.

   This had all been a terrible mistake.

   "It doesn't hurt that much," she sniffed, "the feeling is just too much.
I love it."

   It was probably true.  Steve had felt at the verge of tears himself for
most of the day.





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