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   For those individuals not of legal age to read this where they live,
shame on you!  For those folks who may be offended by this writing, all I
can say is caveat lector--you have been warned.  The following is a work of
fiction and the usual statements about bearing any resemblance to people or
places, living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply here.

   My first dedication!  I like to dedicate this story to Holly, who wants
to know why the parents in my stories readily agree to incest with their
children.  Holly, may all your dreams be wet ones...

   Obsession, by Rob Morton (M/F/f-teen, inc, preg)

   One

   My name is Jan Harris and I'm here today to tell you that where some
people have love and some have hope and joy, I have Bliss.

   When I think back on it, I should have seen all the signs from the
moment Bliss was born.  However, like most new fathers, all I had eyes for
was my wife, Valerie and, of course, my new daughter.

   I made it my mission in life to love my daughter and to provide for her
every need from her very first day.  Val rarely had to get up for those
middle of the night feedings; even though they often left me ragged and
falling asleep at work, it was my honor to care for my little girl,
especially after Val had done all the hard work by carrying her and
bringing her into the world.

   By the time Bliss was five years old, she was the envy of every child in
the neighborhood; anything she wanted, she got.  Don't get me wrong - Bliss
wasn't 'suffering' from Only Child Syndrome.  It's just that Val and I
swore an oath that our children would never want for anything.  Bliss did
have to 'earn' the things she got and even at five, she 'worked' very hard
to get what we lovingly gave.  She was my princess and, other than Val, my
only reason for living.

   That is, until Bliss turned ten.  Oh, but weren't we the lady!  We'd go
out together and she would insist I hold doors open for her, walk on the
right side of the street.

   "Daddy, a man never lets a lady walk next to the curb!" Bliss would
remind me from time to time, looking at me with mock disapproval.  She was
everything a father could ask for in a daughter: pretty, smart and, of
course, totally devoted to dad.

   I saw the first real signs one day when I picked her up from school.  I
sat in the car watching hundreds of little children pouring from the
building when I saw Bliss coming down the steps - with four or five boys in
tow, each vying for her attention.

   At first, I was angry that these little fools were talking to my
daughter, the feeling so intense I wanted to bolt from the car and toss
them away from her.  I came to my senses about two seconds later; I mean,
what did I expect?  School wasn't just a place of learning - it was also a
place to meet people and develop much-needed social skills!

   "Bobby Randall likes me," Bliss said happily after getting in the car
and buckling herself in.

   "Oh, really?" I inquired, wondering which one of the boys she was
referring to - at 10 and 11, they all tend to look alike, you know?

   "Uh-huh," Bliss said, her eyes shining brightly.  "He's cute!"

   I knew trouble was on its way because, just six months ago, boys were
the most yuckiest things on the planet as far as Bliss was concerned.  I
suppose somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew the day would come when
she'd notice boys in that way, but I never really prepared myself for it.

   Val, of course, thought it was cute and typical of a girl her age these
days, which didn't improve my mood any when I mentioned it to her after
returning home.  I finally decided that if Val wasn't worried, I wasn't
going to worry.  Boy, was I ever wrong...

   Two

   A couple of weeks after the "cute boy" incident, we got hit with the one
question every parent dreads: Where do babies come from?  That Bliss asked
the question right as I was taking a drink of soda didn't help matters, nor
did her laughter when my drink literally came out of my nose.  In any other
situation, even I would have found it funny...  but Bliss had asked The
Question.

   So, Val and I sat her down to explain it to her, having taken many
parenting classes before and after Bliss's arrival and we felt ready to
respond correctly and honestly.

   Of course, we pretty much had to start from square one and tell her the
when boys and girls grow up to be men and women, they fall in love and,
when they do, they have sex.  All during our rather clinical discussion,
Bliss sat and listened with an intensity I'd never seen before, hanging on
our every word.

   After the cursory explanation of sex - enough detail to answer her
question properly, but not enough to get us in over our heads (or fly over
hers), we tied it all together nicely, ending with the usual, "And that's
where babies come from!"

   I don't know what I expected Bliss to say, but I did expect a flurry of
follow-up questions, indeed, all the books we read and the instructors in
the classes told us to expect an avalanche of questions after the initial
discussion.  To my surprise, Bliss just sat there looking at us for a
moment before seeming to tune in to some inner voice for a long time.

   Val was beginning to get concerned with our daughter's unusual silence;
it just wasn't like Bliss to be faced with something and not question it to
death.  She was about to say something when Bliss returned from wherever
she'd gone, her face and body just as animated as she usually is.  She
thanked us for explaining it to her then asked to be excused for bed.

   Personally, I was relieved that we hadn't been bombed.  By the time I
was ready to tuck her in, I had pretty much forgotten that the conversation
even took place, which was the biggest mistake in the world.

   Bliss climbed into bed and settled in with the menagerie of stuffed
animals that lived in her bed, looking so precious in her pajamas with her
freshly scrubbed face; my heart softened with love just looking at her.  I
couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face.

   Bliss smiled back, her eyes as bright as diamonds - then proceeded to
wipe my smile right off my face, effectively removing it as if I had never
smiled.

   "Daddy?"

   "Yes, honey?"

   "Do you love me?"

   "Of course I do, precious!  Why do you ask?"

   "Well, I was wondering - when we were going to have a baby?"

   The smile started to slip at this point, being held on by a thread. 
"Well, your mother and I have talked about having another baby so you could
have a brother or sister, but we haven't made any definite plans," I
answered.

   "I wasn't talking about you and Mommy," Bliss said, a serious look on
her face.

   "Then, what are you talking about, dear?"

   "When are me and you going to have a baby?"

   That loud, ripping sound you just heard was the smile being torn off my
face.  I almost freaked out right in front of her as my brain went into
overdrive.  "Honey?  Where in the world did you get an idea like that?"

   Bliss gave me a look normally reserved for fools, small children, and
bad puppies; had it been directed at someone else, I would have hurt myself
laughing.

   "Well, didn't you and Mommy just tell me that when two people love each
other, they have sex and sometimes when they have sex, they can make a
baby?"

   "Yes, but..." I began, only just realizing that I had walked right into
the trap as the door slammed behind me.

   "But what, Daddy?" Bliss asked, her face totally innocent.  "Don't you
love me?"

   "Of course I love you, sweetie," I said, beginning to perspire even
though the room was cool.  "But daddies can't give their little girls'
babies!"

   "Why?" came the innocent question.  "You and Mommy said that when people
love each other, sex happens, um, naturally, or something like that."

   "Can we talk about this in the morning?" I asked, trying to escape the
trap.

   "No," Bliss said, pouting.  "You always said that I could ask you
anything and that you'd always answer me!"

   I began to sweat a little more as the trap began to close in on me. 
Talk about being between a rock and a hard place!  Of course, I knew every
reason in the world why it just wasn't possible but I was faced with a
double dilemma.  If I didn't answer the question, then Bliss could
correctly begin to assume that I didn't mean what I said.  Essentially, I'd
be a liar in her eyes and Lord knows what that would do to her overall
confidence in me.

   But, then again, if I launched into a detailed explanation of why it
couldn't be done, she would start to think that not only was I a liar, but
I also didn't love her as much as I said I did.  But, I had to say
something...

   "Bliss, honey, it's wrong for daddies and daughters to have sex and,
before you ask, it's because it is against the law," I began, hoping I
wouldn't have to try to explain the law.  "You've heard of child abuse,
right?"

   "Yes," Bliss answered; I could see in her eyes that I'd won back a
couple of points.  "That's when mommies and daddies do things to their
children that the children don't want to happen to them."

   "Right!" I exclaimed, thinking that this wasn't going to be as hard as I
thought.

   "But I want to have sex with you and have your babies and if that's what
I want to happen, then it's not child abuse, right?"

   This time, the loud sound you just heard was my jaw hitting the floor. I
was stunned, my deep-fried brain trying to figure out just how in the hell
Bliss could make a statement like that.  I mean, how does a ten year old
make sense out of a complex situation like that?

   "Uh, no, not really, honey," I said, trying to regain control of the
situation.  "Look, baby, it's really hard to explain.  You'll just have to
trust me on this one, okay?  I know it's against the law no matter what you
want."

   "Oh," was the only thing Bliss said, some of the light fading from her
eyes.  "But I heard you tell Mommy one time that things are only illegal if
you get caught..."

   Oh, my God...

   "...and I wouldn't tell anyone because I love you and I don't want you
to get into trouble," Bliss was saying as I finished stuffing my brains
back into my head.

   "What?" I asked, knowing I had to get out of the trap PD-fucking-Q!

   "I said that I would never tell," Bliss repeated, looking at me
hopefully.

   I had to look away from her 'cause the more I sat there looking at her,
the weaker I became, so I focused on a stuffed tiger sitting next to her.

   "Look, sweetheart," I said after regaining both my resolve and
composure. "It's not going to happen, okay?  It doesn't mean that I don't
love you or anything like that, but you and I can never have sex.  Now, go
to sleep and I'll see you in the morning."

   There!  I, Lord of the House, have put my foot down and have spoken!  I
turned the light off, closing the door behind me as I left my daughter's
room on very shaky legs.

   But, as I walked away from the door, I could hear her crying...

   Lord, I slept horribly that night!  I didn't bother with telling Val
about my conversation with Bliss and, when I awoke the next morning, I
looked like nine miles of bad road - with potholes.  I was sitting at the
table working on my third cup of coffee when Bliss arrived for breakfast,
in her hair braided into a ponytail and looking cute in her
yellow-and-white jumper.

   "Good morning, precious," I said in greeting.

   "Good morning," Bliss replied.  There was something funny about her
voice and I looked over at her.

   What I saw tore my heart into little tiny pieces.  Bliss was looking at
me - but it wasn't the look I had gotten used to seeing.  No, there was a
definite pain running around inside of her and it showed in the very bland
expression she now wore.  The fucked up part about it is I knew what that
look meant, just as I knew that things between me and Bliss would never be
the same ever again.  I also knew that it would be a long time before she
would speak to me like she used to, probably for the rest of the day.

   I just never realized that I would receive that look and endure her
relative silence for five long years.

   Three

   I spent those five years trying to make up for all the hurt and
disappointment I put in her heart for me in just a few short minutes.  I
doubled my efforts to be more attentive to her every need, often going
overboard to the point where Val would severely chastise me for it.

   Oh, you can rest assured that Val noticed that things had cooled between
me and my daughter.  I didn't tell her why simply because I really didn't
have a chance; Val mentioned it one day and, before I could spill my guts,
she went on to ask me if I thought that she'd be "daddy's little girl" all
of her life.

   Now, it wasn't like I didn't know about incest and the ways it got
started.  I'll readily admit that we're not the most religious people in
the world, but I knew enough about the religious taboos that were prevalent
in every major religion.  I was also aware of the many man-made laws on the
books which pretty much spelled out who a person could have sex with based
on how they were related.  I had even looked up the definition, which
basically described it as sexual intercourse between people prohibited to
marry.

   Hell, I'll even admit that as a youngster growing up, I had quite a few
fantasies involving my sisters and, once, even my mother.  Nothing ever
came of it other than my having developed strong wrists, if you get my
meaning.

   But, as I pondered the difficulty I had inadvertently imposed on my
relationship with Bliss, I could easily see how I messed things up.  My own
parents were staunch believers in loving and caring for each other as a
family; I can even remember taking baths with my sisters.  However, as I
got older, the baths with Brenda and Lucy were forbidden and I never really
understood why.

   I understand it now, though.  As I grew older, I saw the logic (from my
parents point of view) of putting a lot of distance between my sisters and
me.  I could clearly remember my father stopping his practice of letting
Brenda and Lucy sit on his lap.  It all seemed innocent enough but I now
understood that he did so probably because he would become aroused as
Brenda or Lucy would sit in his lap and squirm.  In fact, I myself stopped
letting Bliss sit in my lap for the exact same reason.

   My mother used to hug and kiss us whenever the mood struck her but, as
we grew older, the hugs and kisses became more and more impersonal, almost
as if she was avoiding any prolonged contact with us.  And, yes, Val had
done the exact same thing with Bliss...

   Just the same, as hard as I tried, I couldn't re-open the conversation
with Bliss, if only to apologize for dashing her youthful hopes on the
rocks of reality.  She wouldn't ignore me, but she would find polite ways
to let me know in no uncertain terms that she didn't want to discuss the
matter; once, she just came right out and asked me to just leave her alone,
which broke my heart even more than it already was.  Still, I was ever
dedicated to my daughter, never refusing to satisfy her every whim.

   I was sitting on the back patio one Saturday afternoon when Bliss joined
me.  She wore a not-too-revealing two-piece bathing suit that accentuated
the way her body had developed.  I smiled to myself as I stole a glance at
her, remembering Val's comments about Bliss developing the kind of hips
that were perfect for childbearing.

   That she was there with me wasn't unusual; we would often sit in the
same room with each other but any conversation other than what was required
(read personal) was out of the question.  It still hurt me to know that
where I once had a daughter and a friend, I now only had a daughter.

   So you can imagine my surprise when Bliss didn't dive into the pool I
had installed just for her (me and Val never learned how to swim); instead,
turned to me and asked, "Dad, can I talk to you about something?"

   "Sure, honey," I replied, my heart pounding in my chest.  "Have a seat."

   Bliss sat across the table from me, folding her delicate hands in front
of her while her face assumed its serious look.  "You remember Bobby
Randall, don't you?"

   I had to actually sit there for a moment before remembering whom she was
talking about; if you remember, Bobby was the "cute one" with her at
school, who actually lived about three blocks away from us.

   "Yeah, I remember him," I finally answered, making myself be patient.

   "He asked me out on a date," Bliss said, her face even.  "I can't decide
if I want to go with him or not."

   "Uh, honey, don't you think this is something you should discuss with
your mother?" I asked, wiping my suddenly sweaty hands on my shorts,
prompting Bliss to give that reserved look.

   "Dad, I don't think Mom's, ah, equipped to answer some of these
questions," Bliss replied, her face deadpan.

   "Not equipped..." I repeated before getting her meaning.  "Oh!  This is
a guy sort of thing!"

   "Exactly," Bliss confirmed.  "See, I like Bobby, but he makes me feel,
well, uncomfortable sometimes when he looks at me.  It's like he's looking
at me without really seeing me; why do boys do that?"

   Oh, no, I thought to myself, keeping my face calm.  Bliss was asking me
a question related to boys and sexuality and, for a moment, I didn't want
to answer her, knowing full well what happened the last time we had this
kind of conversation.  Still, I was driven by my total dedication to her,
which compelled me to answer.

   "Well, ah, when boys reach a certain age..."

   "You mean puberty," Bliss interjected.

   "Yeah, puberty.  When they reach puberty, their bodies start to produce
a whole lot of hormones, some of which sorta cranks up their sex drive."

   "I see," Bliss said thoughtfully.  "So, when Bobby's looking at me like
that, he's thinking about having sex with me?"

   "Pretty much," I confessed, remembering my own hormonal battles.  "It
just not confined to you, though - any girl is enough to get a guy speeding
along Hormone Highway in sixth gear."

   Bliss only nodded as she considered this and I could feel a change in
the air around us.  I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I just knew
something was about to happen.

   "Would you be angry with me if I had sex with him?" Bliss asked.

   "I think your mother..." I began.

   "I'm not asking her, Dad - I'm asking you.  Besides, I already asked her
and she told me that I should talk to you about it."

   "That's a hard question to answer, hon," I said, all the while feeling a
creepy kind of rage building up inside me at the mere though of Bobby
Randall deflowering my daughter.  "We've talked to you about sex and all
the things that could happen.  Now, we would prefer that you wait until
you're a little older, say, 18 or so - you'll be all grown up and more than
capable of making that decision for yourself."

   "Are you suggesting that I can't make that decision now?" Bliss asked.

   "No.  Uh, yes, shit, I mean, yes, you're capable of making that decision
now but perhaps you shouldn't until you're ready." God, I felt like an
idiot!

   "I think I am ready," Bliss supplied, sitting up tall and straight.  "I
just don't think I'm ready to do it with Bobby.  The bad part for me is
that the person I'm ready for doesn't want to have anything to do with me."

   "If it's not Bobby, do you mind my asking who?" I said, my heart
trembling with fear.  I'm sure all of the fathers reading this know what
I'm talking about, that cold, ugly feeling of coming to terms with the fact
that some pimply-faced cretin was going to fuck your daughter.

   "I think you already know the answer," Bliss said.

   And, she was right.  Even if my mind didn't want to acknowledge it, my
heart and soul knew.  "Bliss..." I began shakily.

   "No, wait," Bliss said, cutting me off.  "I need to get something off my
chest and now's as good a time as any.  Dad, you hurt me pretty good a
while back and it's been really hard for me to find it in my heart to
forgive you."

   "Honey, I didn't mean to," I said, feeling my eyes suddenly choked with
unshed tears.

   "You filled my head with a lot of nonsense about loving me and caring
about me but, when I said I wanted to have sex with you, you just ripped my
heart out; you pretty much told me that you didn't love me as much as you
said you did!" Bliss exclaimed as if I hadn't said anything, her own tears
now beginning to stream down her cheeks.

   "I never stopped thinking about it," Bliss continued.  "I would lie in
my bed every night wondering why you stopped letting me sit in your lap.  I
would cry myself to sleep most nights wondering why you didn't love me like
you said you did."

   "I didn't mean to hurt you, Bliss," I said, barely holding back my own
tears.  "I do love you very much and you know there's nothing I wouldn't do
for you!"

   "Isn't there?" Bliss said, her eyes red and puffy.  "You're a
hypocrite!"

   "I can't make love to you!" I retorted.  "It wouldn't be right!"

   "Wouldn't be right for who?  Me?  Daddy, I love you and I know I would
do anything for you!  I know you would never hurt me!"

   Somewhere in the back of my mind, something tore, sending a flood of
emotions throughout my entire being.

   "What would you rather see me do?  Lose my virginity to some boy who
doesn't really care about me 'cause his hormones are making him crazy?  I
seem to remember you and Mom telling me that having sex like that could be
permanently damaging," Bliss said, shaking her head.

   "I can't," I moaned, feeling the tear widen.

   "You can't or you won't?" Bliss asked harshly, leaning across the table
until her face was just a few scant inches from mine.  "Which is it?  Could
it be you're not the man I thought you were?  Bobby would fuck me without
thinking twice about it - and he's just a dumb kid!"

   It took everything I had not to reach across the table and slap the shit
out of Bliss.  My whole body shook in outrage as Bliss and I sat glaring at
each other.

   "Why me?" I asked, struggling to keep my anger in check.  I have never
hit her before and I certainly wasn't going to start now, no matter how
angry I was.

   "Not counting Mom, your love is the only love I've ever known," Bliss
began softly, her own temper on hold for the moment.  "I remember all those
times you used to give me a bath and play with me; I was so happy then
until you stopped doing those things.  To me, it meant I wasn't doing
enough to keep your love."

   "I never stopped loving you, honey!" I protested.

   "But you did stop loving me the way I preferred to be loved," Bliss
said. "Didn't it ever occur to you that I might like the way you treated
me? Or was it because you always knew that you could never love me the way
you said you did?"

   "It wasn't that," I said meekly, finally understanding how I came to be
caught up in all of this.  "I...  I just can't really explain it any more -
or better - than I have already."

   "Oh, yeah, all that stuff about it being illegal," Bliss said, her voice
dripping sarcasm.  "I might not have understood it back then, but I
understand it now and, do you wanna know something?  I don't care if it's
illegal or not."

   "Bliss, if we did something like that and, say, your mother found out,
it would kill her!  And that's providing she didn't kill me first!  Worse,
I could go to jail for the rest of my life; you wouldn't want that to
happen, would you?"

   "Of course not," Bliss quietly replied.  "But you make it sound like I
couldn't be trusted to keep it a secret between us!"

   Well, that wasn't exactly the truth; it was more like I couldn't trust
myself.  See, during the five years we weren't being friendly, I got a
chance to sit back and watch my little girl turn into a beautiful young
lady.  Her breasts seemed to develop overnight and her body began to curve
in all the right places.  Hell, I even managed to catch just a glimpse of
pubic hair once while she was in the pool and could easily imagine if
coiled atop her mound.

   "Even if I agreed any of this, which I'm not, how do you think it'll
affect you later on in life?  You could be emotionally scarred."

   "I suppose I could, but it couldn't possibly be as bad as the scars I
carry in my heart right now," Bliss said quietly.  "You don't know what
it's like to have your love rejected or, at least, you don't remember how
bad it hurts inside."

   Four

   Who in the hell was this imposter sitting in front of me?  It looked
like Bliss, sounded like my daughter but in a lot of ways, she wasn't the
Bliss I seem to remember.  Her words were full of emotions I never realized
she had - and they were all aimed directly at me.

   And, do you want to know the worst part?  I was starting to buy into
what she was selling.  It wasn't because I had visions of sticking my cock
into my little girl or anything like that.  Her whole argument was making
sense to me but, more than that, I knew that I stood to lose her love and
respect forever.  Shit, I'd rather die than have that happen.

   "No," I said, breaking off from my bit of introspection.  "I do remember
what it feels like.  I'm a guy and it's our job to get our hearts broken.
But, I need to ask you something, if you don't mind."

   "Please," said the young woman formerly known as Bliss with a wave of
her hand.

   "Suppose you're right and I decide to make love to you.  What happens if
you get pregnant?"

   "I'll give you two answers.  For one, Mom's had me on the pill ever
since I had my first period.  And, you shouldn't make love to me just
because I'm right - you should make love to me because you love me enough
to do it."

   "But what if I don't want to?" I asked.  "Bliss, I've never thought of
you in sexual terms before and, hell, it would be very hard for me to start
now."

   "Where's Mom?" Bliss asked, the change of subject throwing me off guard.

   "She went shopping," I replied, wondering why she asked.

   Needless to say, I didn't have to wait long to find out as Bliss stood
up and calmly removed her bathing suit, slowly spinning around in a circle
like a model at some fashion show.

   "Look at me," Bliss said, running her cupped hands under her breasts,
sort of pointing them in my direction.  "Do you think I have a nice body?"

   Does a bear shit in the woods?  Even though my thoughts about Bliss were
clinical in nature, I looked at her for the first time as a man would. 
Hell, the girl was a knockout!  Her breasts weren't too big or too small
(with very nice nipples) and you could see that when she finished growing,
she would fill out very nicely.  Oh, and she did indeed have a moderately
thick patch of curly pubic hair, unexpectedly trimmed so it would be hidden
by her suit bottom.

   "How could you not think about making love to this body?" Bliss asked
seductively, letting her hands follow the curves of her body, roaming
across the flat expanse of her belly.  She turned, giving me a good look at
her backside, letting her hands show off the best part of her.

   I was doomed and I knew it as my cock began to stir.  "Bliss, what would
happen with us if I turned you down again?"

   Instead of Bliss putting her suit back on, she wrapped herself in the
towel she had brought with her, leaving the front of it open just enough
for me to see the tops of her round, firm tits.  She studied my face for a
long moment before answering me.

   "I don't want you to think I'm threatening you or anything, but if you
hurt me again, I'll probably hate you for the rest of my life," Bliss
finally said a sad look dimming her features.  "Who knows what might happen
after that?"

   I knew Bliss wasn't threatening me - she was making a promise I knew
she'd keep.  As to what would happen afterwards?  Oh, I could very well
imagine the assertive Bliss taking matters into her own hands - and that
was scary to think about, believe you me!

   "Can I ask you something else?"

   "Yes."

   "Why do you feel this way?"

   "I don't know, it's hard to put into words," Bliss began with a sigh,
looking a lot older than the 15 years I knew her to be.  "All I know is
that I want to be loved the same way you love Mom.  It's all I've every
really wanted in my life."

   "One last thing, if I may?"

   "What's that?"

   "Can I have some time to think about it?" I asked, hoping to find a way
to avoid having to do this.

   "You can have an hour," Bliss said, her face passive.

   "Why just an hour?"

   "Because Bobby's picking me up in an hour.  We're gonna walk over to
Gallo's for pizza and shakes.  After that, I don't know what we're going to
do."

   "An hour, then," I agreed sullenly.

   "Thanks, Dad," Bliss replied evenly, coming around to my side of the
table where she leaned over and kissed my cheek, giving me a whiff of her
skin, which had a sweet, vanilla-like fragrance to it.  Her lips caressed
my cheek softly as she added, "I know you'll make the right decision."
Bliss stood up, giving me a momentary look at her cleavage again before
going inside.

   Five

   Bliss obviously knew something I didn't.  I sat at the table, a little
clock running in my head as I relived our conversation.  I knew in my heart
that I had set myself up for this fall with my obsessive behavior towards
her, always catering to her every need and lavishing huge amounts of
attention on her.  Now I was sitting here trying to assess the possible
damages.

   Certainly, I didn't want my not-so-little girl to learn about physical
love the way other girls did, you know, in the backseat of some car
somewhere or behind some bushes in the park.  I had hoped she would take
our advice and wait a little longer before getting her feet wet, but I saw
for myself that this option was no longer available.

   What price would have to be paid for losing my child forever for
reneging on my promise to do anything for her?  Yeah, me and Val could have
more children - but we only have one Bliss.  And, speaking of Val, how
could I lie next to her at night knowing that I betrayed her in such a
manner?

   Then again, how could I explain to my wife why I let our daughter slip
away from us?  Shit, for all I knew, Bliss could decide to run away from
home and wind up like a lot of those runaway girls you hear about on TV,
strung out on drugs and whoring herself to support her pimp and her habit.

   I looked at my watch and saw that I only had fifteen minutes left of the
hour given me.  The real questions here were (a) did I really love my
daughter as much as I said I did and (b) did I want to take the risk of
losing her forever?  I had to decide and do it quickly before my whole
world came tumbling down around me.

   I let the image of my naked daughter rise to the surface, taking in her
smooth, flawless skin, seeing her pert young breasts topped with perky
nipples.  I "zoomed" in on the patch of hair surrounding her mons, letting
my feelings and instincts take over.  Yeah, she had a lovely body and one
which would please many men...  or just one.

   I took a deep breath and stood up, looking at the scenery in the yard
but not really seeing it.  Then I made a decision, along with a silent
prayer to whatever gods were in heaven that I was making the right one. 
Then I went inside to inform Bliss of that decision.

   I found her in her room, sitting at her dressing table, the one I bought
for her 12th birthday.  I stuck my head through the partially open door,
tapping on it to get her attention and seeing her reflection in the mirror
look back at me.

   "Come in, Dad," Bliss said, running her brush through her hair a couple
of times before setting it down and turning to face me.

   "I'm not interrupting your preparation, am I?" I asked, trying to smile.

   "No, I'm almost ready," Bliss replied.  "Have you decided?"

   That's my Bliss - direct and straight to the point.

   "Yes," I breathed.

   "Yes?  Yes, what?  Yes you've decided?"

   "No, the answer is yes.  I'll make love to you if that's what you want,"
I said in a rush, the words exploding from me before I could chicken out
and reel them back in.

   "Oh, Dad!" Bliss exclaimed, practically leaping out of her seat and
jumping into my arms, covering my face with vanilla-scented kisses.  "Thank
you!  Thank you!  Oh, you just don't know how much this means to me!  I
love you so much..."

   I used my hands to extricate myself, holding Bliss at arms length and
looking into her dark brown eyes.  "You may not feel that way afterwards,"
I said.

   "Why not?" Bliss asked.  "We'll be good together, I know it!"

   "You understand that once we do this, nothing will ever be the same
between us, don't you?" I intoned, giving her one chance to change her
mind.

   "I know," Bliss said.  "We'll be closer than ever before, something I've
dreamed about for a very long time."

   "Just as long as you understand the consequences of your actions," I
said, pulling her to me and kissing her forehead.

   "You call that a kiss?" Bliss quipped, reaching up and pulling my head
down, crushing her lips to mine.

   For a split second I resisted, knowing full well that if I returned her
kiss, my soul was going straight to hell - but losing Bliss was a worse
hell.  I relaxed, throwing myself into returning her sweet - but clumsy -
kiss, giving her a small taste of the power a grown man could bring to the
table, crushing her young, lithe body against mine.

   As my tongue slipped between her lips, I heard Bliss groan, her body
shuddered a couple of times and even went completely limp for just a
moment. I let my tongue play against hers a little longer before breaking
the kiss.

   "You'd better finish getting ready," I said, surprised at how calmly I
just condemned myself for all eternity (if there was such a thing).  "Bobby
will be here soon."

   "Who?" Bliss replied, peering at me through slitted eyes, her moist lips
slightly parted.

   "Bobby - your date, remember?" I said.  "Gallo's?  Pizza?"

   "Oh, yeah.  Would you excuse me for a moment?" Bliss turned and walked
back to her dressing table - it was all I could do not to laugh as her legs
wobbled during the short trip.

   From where I was standing, I could see Bliss's reflection in the mirror
pick up her phone (a present for her 9th birthday) and dial a number.  As
she waited for an answer, her eyes kept flicking to the mirror, looking at
I don't know what.

   "Hello?  Bobby?  Hi, it's me, Bliss.  Look, I won't be able to go to
Gallo's with you...  Huh?  Well, something came up at home and I need to be
here.  Huh?  Yeah...  sure, next Friday would be fine...  I'll let you
know, okay?  Listen, I've got to go, my dad's waiting for me...  Okay,
bye!" Bliss hung up the phone and turned to face me.

   "I gather Master Randall is not a happy camper?" I asked.

   "No, he's not - but he'll get over it.  So, what do we do now?"

   "Do you mean when will we make love?" I queried, my love for Bliss in
total control of me.  "When would you like to?"

   "How about right now?" she replied.  "I'm so hot and wet..."

   "That probably wouldn't be a good idea, especially since your mother's
due back any minute now," I warned.

   "Oh.  I forgot about her.  Well, when?"

   "Let me find out what she's doing and I'll let you know,"" I replied,
opening my arms to Bliss, who fell into my embrace.  "While I'm doing that,
you should prepare yourself just in case it happens this evening."

   "I will, I promise," Bliss sighed before my mouth closed onto hers,
giving her another small taste of the genie she had let out of the bottle.

   "See you soon," I said, leaving Bliss feeling, well, blissful.

   Six

   "Jan, I know this is last minute, but do you think you could keep an eye
on Bliss while I run over to Mason City?" Val asked, setting down her fork.

   "What's up?" I asked, catching a glimpse of Bliss's head snapping up
from her plate.

   "I just remembered promising Patty Elder that I'd fill in for her at
tonight's Classic Club meeting," Val answered, making reference to the
group of ladies who got together to read classic books to the elderly. 
"I'll only be gone for a couple of hours - would it be okay?"

   "Sure, Val," I said smoothly, making a point not to look at Bliss, who
appeared to be ready to jump out of her skin.  "Take your time; I'm sure me
and Bliss can find something to do while you're gone."

   "Great!" Val exclaimed, getting up from the table.  "I owe you one!"

   "I'll just add it to the other five thousand you owe me," I said
playfully.  "Don't worry about the dishes - Bliss will get them, won't you
sweetie?"

   "Sure thing, Dad," Bliss said, reaching for the empty plates as I
followed Val out of the kitchen.

   "Jan, what's with you and Bliss?" Val asked as I handed her jacket off
to her.

   "What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

   "You two look like you used to, you know, comfortable with each other;
did something happen?"

   "We have an understanding," I said.  "We talked this afternoon and aired
out a lot of things and, well, we're back on speaking terms - which is a
beginning, right?"

   "For real," Val said, grabbing her purse.  "I'm just glad to see you two
getting along again." Val leaned over and kissed me passionately, a kiss I
returned with equal passion...  and a lot of guilt.

   "Drive carefully," I said as Val climbed into the car, waving at me.  I
watched her back out of the drive and head off down the street before
closing the door.  "Bliss?"

   "Yes, Dad?" came the reply from the kitchen.

   "Are you just about done in there?"

   "Yeah, just loading the dishwasher now."

   "Make it quick, sweetheart - we have something to take care of," I said,
noting how strangely calm I was over what was about to happen.

   Seconds later, I heard the dishwasher start and the kitchen light go out
as Bliss joined me in the living room, her eyes bright and expectant.

   "Your bed or mine?" Bliss asked coyly.

   "Go to your room, get undressed and into bed," I said solemnly, knowing
how special this moment would be.  "I will join you in a few moments and
then we'll begin."

   "Yes, my love," Bliss whispered as she hurried up the stairs to her
room. "Please hurry!"

   I stood and watched her leave, mentally preparing myself for what I must
do: steal her innocence in order to keep her love forever.  What a lousy
trade-off...  I waited a couple of minutes more before climbing the stairs
and making my way to her room.  Upon reaching it, I knocked lightly on the
door.
"Come in - I'm ready," came the reply and I opened the door, stepping

into the room, which was lit only by several vanilla-scented candles.

   Bliss was lying on her back on the bed, completely naked, looking at me
with anticipation as I closed the door behind me.  I went to her side,
taking in the delicious sight of her nakedness, seen many times but, until
now, never really appreciated.

   "Honey, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked quietly, looking into
her eyes and seeing the way the candlelight was reflected in them.  "This
is your last chance to say no."

   "I want this," Bliss answered seductively.  "Take me..."

   I didn't say anything in return; instead, I began to undress slowly,
letting my daughter get a good look at what she was about to get herself -
and me - into.  I made a show of folding my shirt and placing it on the
floor, letting Bliss get a good look at my bare chest before unfastening my
pants and letting them fall to the floor.

   Bliss inhaled sharply as I first removed my socks, followed by my
underwear, giving Bliss her first look at a man's cock, which was now
semi-erect and beginning to throb, reflecting my own anticipation of the
moment to come.

   "It's magnificent," my daughter breathed, her eyes locked onto my
maleness.

   "I'm glad you like it," I said, taking the compliment in stride; I knew
that the size of a man's member meant nothing but, for her first time, I
was happy to let her be awed by my moderate length.  "Are you ready?"

   "I've waited a long time for this moment," Bliss said, sliding to one
side so I could join her in the bed.  "I've never been more ready in my
life!"

   As I propped myself up on an elbow, I looked into her eyes, reading the
great joy and expectation in them.  Despite my semi-erect state, I wasn't
100% sure that I really wanted to do this.  I also knew that I could stop
this even now but, again, the price to be paid was too great for me.  No, I
was committed to this...

   I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips, letting my tongue
play against their softness.  As with the last time, Bliss fairly melted at
the contact and I could only imagine what she was feeling at that moment.
Hell, my own heart was beginning to thump harder, sending a rush of blood
to my lower region, expanding my maleness into full hardness.

   "I want it now," Bliss whispered as I nibbled at her cheek and ear.

   "Not yet," I whispered back, tweaking first one nipple then the other.

   "Why?" Bliss moaned.

   "You're not even close to being ready," I replied, lowering my head to
one pert nipple.  "Your first time shouldn't be rushed.  There are certain
things a man must do to make sure his woman is prepared for loving."

   "Like what?" she gasped as I slowly made my way down her quivering
stomach, pausing just a moment to swipe wetly at her navel with my tongue.

   "Things like this," I whispered.  "Tasting your body, getting to know
what it likes.  Turn over..."

   Bliss turned onto her stomach obediently and I started at the nape of
her neck, kissing and sucking at her scented skin, using my tongue as a
raspy paintbrush along the length of her torso until I reached the cleavage
of her buttocks.

   "What are you going to do?" Bliss asked nervously, feeling my breath hot
against her skin.

   "If a man doesn't taste everything a woman has to offer, what is the
point?" I replied.  I let my tongue slither down her crack, teasing and
tasting her...  but not going for the tight ring of her anus for now.

   All during my tasting, I could feel a bit of conflict within me.  On one
side, my lust was beginning to assert itself because, after all, it really
boils down to man and woman no matter what our relationship was or the huge
difference in our ages.

   On the other side, well, that was a different kettle of fish.  This side
of me was shocked and close to total repulsion as I turned Bliss over onto
her back and began kissing the tops of her thighs.  This was the part of me
that knew what I was doing was wrong; just the same, as my lust grew, this
side of me was beginning to fade into the background, being locked away for
the time being while lust took full control of things.

   "Oh, that tickles," a giggling Bliss said as I worked the inside of her
thighs, the proximity to her sweet center calling to me.

   "It's suppose to," I said, finally losing my patience and parting her
legs.

   "You...  you..." Bliss stuttered as I nuzzled her mons, inhaling more of
her fragrance.  It wasn't overpowering as it would be when she was much
older because she lacked the pungent, musky scent that drove most men wild.
For this moment, though, nothing else could compare to the fresh,
vanilla-sweet aroma of her sex.

   I lifted Bliss's legs a little higher, exposing her center; her outer
lips were already opening like a flower to reveal the moist pink flesh
inside.  Just above that virgin opening was her clitoris which poked its
tiny head out from under its protective sheath.  Stifling a moan, I flicked
my tongue across her clitty, casting my eyes up to watch the look on her
face.

   To say it was priceless was the understatement of the century; Bliss's
eyes first went wide as dinner plates as my tongue made first contact with
her sex before drooping halfway.  Again, I could only guess at what she was
feeling as I gently sucked her nub into my mouth, rolling it between my
lips and slapping my tongue across the sensitive service.

   "Oh, wow..." Bliss moaned.  I could tell by the sound of her voice that
she didn't quite know what to make of the electrifying sensations now
coursing through her body.  "That really feels good..."

   I continued to probe her untried flesh with my mouth and tongue; as I
did so, I could feel something shift from one state to another within me.
It was like I was watching myself - a really weird feeling.  Maybe it was
just my heightened awareness being made more acute, I don't really know. 
What I did know is that I was no longer doing this for Bliss's sake - my
desire to have her became real.

   As I pondered the metaphysical curiosity taking place within me, Bliss
had begun to move on the bed, her hips taking on a life of their own as
they moved her pussy in perfect synchronization with my mouth and tongue. I
could hear her moaning softly and, whenever my tongue ran across a
particularly good spot, Bliss would bite back a little yelp, the sound
being strangled in her throat as she chewed on her bottom lip.  Her hips
became more animated, a sure indication of an increase in her urgency.

   "Dad?" Bliss whimpered, her voice now carrying a thread of fear.

   "Hmm?" I moaned into her muff, know the vibrations would add to her
pleasure.

   "I feel a little funny," Bliss said, her hands finding my head and
holding on to it.  "What's happening to me?"

   "Hmm..." I moaned again.  Trapped between my lips, her distended clit
began to twitch and shudder just like my cock would do just before I came.
Experience told me that Bliss was three or four good licks away from
receiving her first male-induced orgasm.

   Actually, it was more like one good lick.  In the space of a heartbeat,
Bliss went from a whimpering, moaning little girl to a screaming demon as
her orgasm attacked her sensibilities.  In my mouth, her clitty pulsed
once, growing a little longer and thicker - and stayed that way.

   "DAAADDDYYYYY!" Bliss screamed, her fingers digging into my scalp
painfully.  Where her body had been calm and placid in the early stages, it
was now bucking wildly on the bed, her feet striking my body in several
places as the awesome feelings within her were released to feast upon her.

   Me?  I held on for dear life, a rush of pride making the moment that
much more special for me.  I lifted her legs a little higher, grooving my
tongue deep into her slit, feeling her inner muscles tremble as the
orgasmic tide continued to pound her now-helpless body.  To enhance her
pleasure further, I pulled my tongue out of her sex, swiping it against the
tight ring of her anal opening for a few drawn out seconds before sucking
her clit into my mouth again.

   Bliss's nubile form went completely stiff and, even though her legs were
now locked firmly around my head, I could hear her screaming and crying at
the same time as the last climatic surge hit her.

   Seven

   I managed to extricate myself from my daughter's inadvertent headlock,
getting to my knees to examine my handiwork.  Bliss was sprawled at an
angle on the rumbled bed, her eyes closed.  I could feel a satisfied smile
appear on my face, watching her young, slender body twitching every now and
then.

   "Bliss?" I asked quietly.

   "Huh?" Bliss said after a moment, her eyelids fluttering open.

   "Are you okay, honey?" I asked, my smile growing wider as Bliss tried to
focus her eyes to look at me.

   "Huh?  What happened?" Bliss asked, trying to sit up; she wound up
falling back onto the bed and I could tell she was still very woozy from
her orgasmic ordeal.

   "You had an orgasm, sweetheart," I said quietly.  "Pretty intense, huh?"

   "That's what it feels like?" Bliss said, running her hands along her
body as if making sure it was still there.  "I thought I had died or
something!"

   "You'll get used to it, trust me," I said.  "Do you want to continue?"

   "Yes," she answered.  "Are you going to fuck me now?"

   "That depends on you," I answered, my cock ready and waiting.

   "Is it going to hurt?"

   "Yes," I admitted, seeing no need to lie to her.  "It'll hurt for a
little while but the pain will go away."

   "What about you?" Bliss asked.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Are you ready to do it?"

   "I don't understand," I said.

   "Lindsay Porter told me that guys like it when a girl puts her mouth on
his, uh, his..."

   "Say it," I hissed, feeling a thrill run across my nerves.

   "His cock," Bliss said, smiling at her own wickedness.

   "She was right," I confirmed.  "Guys like that a lot!"

   "Can I put my mouth on your...  cock?"

   "If you want to," I said.

   "I want to," Bliss cooed.

   I stretched out right where I was, watching Bliss moving towards me, her
eyes fixed on my prick, which now lay against my stomach, pulsing hotly. 
She took my cock in her hand and examined it from all angles.  She stuck
out her tongue experimentally, tasting the tip of my cock and the droplet
of clear pre-cum that had gathered there.

   "Not bad," Bliss comment, licking her lips.  "A little salty, though."
She pumped the shaft of my cock, her hand wrapped tightly around it until
another drop appeared at the tiny slit.  This time she covered my knob with
her entire mouth, her inexperienced tongue flailing away.

   "Ahhh," I breathed, feeling just a bit more of my meat slide between her
lips.  Had this been a grown woman, I would have rated her cocksucking
abilities, on a scale from 0 to 10, as a minus three.  Yet, it was my
daughter's obvious inexperience that made this moment so very pleasing.

   "Slow down," I said, watching Bliss as she found her rhythm.  "If you
don't, this will be over before it gets started!"

   Bliss nodded, slowing the motion of her head, letting the now-wet shaft
of my penis slide from her mouth, keeping her lips tight so that the veins
which ran along my shaft crinkled and bent.

   I lay perfectly still as Bliss performed her first blow job, feeling an
odd sense of pride of being the first male in her mouth.  Indeed, it was a
night full of firsts for my only daughter and my pride - along with my cock
- continued to swell, both threatening to burst.

   "Honey, stop," I said, feeling the pressure begin to build in my sac.

   "Why?" Bliss asked after removing me from her mouth.

   "If you don't, I'm going to shoot sperm into your mouth," I said with a
small laugh.

   "What does it taste like?" Bliss asked, continue to pump my prick.

   "Actually, I don't know," I confessed.  "I do know your mother hates it
when I come in her mouth."

   "Hmm," Bliss said, dipping her head down once again, swirling her tongue
across the now sensitive glans.  The pressure increased and I could feel
the beginnings of my climax, the sensations burning their way through my
body.

   "Um, Bliss, honey, don't..." I cautioned, knowing that I wouldn't be
able to hold back for much longer.

   Bliss's only response was to let my cock slide from her mouth, leaving
only the head inside - and sucking as hard as she could.  In an instant, I
went beyond the point of no return, that peculiar place where men, no
matter how hard they try, will begin to helplessly spill their seed.

   "Ah, shit!" I cursed, feeling my cock pulse strongly, sending a thick
jet of jizz into my daughter's mouth, followed by three more in rapid
succession.  "Shit, oh, shit!"

   Even caught in the throes of orgasm, my pride swelled even further as
Bliss fought bravely to contain my seed within the small confines of her
mouth; the syrupy liquid was causing her to gag a little but I had to
admire her determination to stay with it even as tiny rivers of sperm
leaked from the seal of her lips.

   Had she been a grown woman, I would have been shoving the entire length
of my prick into her mouth; instead, all I could do was watch Bliss's
throat work as she swallowed my seed, my orgasmic paralysis having me fully
in its grasp.  Bliss lifted her head from my rod, a line of jizz trailing
down one corner of her mouth.

   "Now," she said, scrambling to lie on her back, opening her legs wide.
"Give it to me now!"

   I suppose one could say that I was blessed to be able to ejaculate after
a blowjob and still remain hard (which probably explained why Val didn't
like to suck me off).  I clambered between my daughter's legs, using one
hand to position my cock knob at her entrance.

   "Honey, this is going to hurt like hell," I said, rubbing my glans along
her slit, using my spilled seed as an impromptu lubricant.

   "I don't care," Bliss cried, thrusting her hips up to meet my gentle
probing.  "I want you inside of me!"

   "Okay..." I said, fitting my knob into her, oh, wow, very tight opening;
Bliss's eyes narrowed to slits and I could hear her grinding her teeth as
the head of my dick passed into her.

   "Hurry!  Shove it in fast!" she hissed between clenched teeth, doing her
best to brace against the pain.  Bliss dug her fingers into my sides,
causing me to lurch forward...

   I felt the resistance of her hymen for only a split second before my
thickness plowed through it, shoving the formerly thin (but tough) membrane
aside as if it had been made of tissue paper.  Before I could stop my
forward motion, half of my cock was now buried inside the flesh of my
flesh.

   "OH!" Bliss cried out, her hands going to her mouth, a useless attempt
to stop herself from giving voice to the incredible pain I knew she must be
feeling.  "Wait...  wait..."

   I waited, knowing she'd need some time to recover from the shock and
pain of being deflowered.  Hell, I wasn't feeling all that comfortable
myself right now, what with having a virgin cunt squeezing my prick like an
anaconda.  I would have had to think back a lot of years to remember the
last time I was in a pussy this fucking tight!

   "I'm okay," Bliss whimpered, wiping tears from her eyes.  "Go ahead,
Daddy - fuck me!"

   And fuck her I did.  Slowly, to be sure, but with great relish.  I eased
the rest of my cock into her until my balls rested against Bliss's
backside, our pubic bones meshed together.  I withdrew, looking down
between us; I felt a little sick at heart seeing the streaks of blood on my
shaft.  When I looked into the face and eyes of my little woman, the sick
feeling fell to the side and I slid back into her, rejoicing in the illicit
feelings.

   I can't begin to tell you how much longer I fucked my daughter; time had
lost its meaning, giving way to the more primal urges of man and woman,
pussy and cock, joined together in lust and love.

   Bliss ran the gamut of emotions, laughing one moment and crying the next
as I worked my cock into her repeatedly.  She encouraged me, challenged me,
drove me further into the incestuous void with her words and, yes, curses.

   "You feel so fucking good inside of me," Bliss cooed, using her hand to
wipe away perspiration from my face.  "I never realized a man's cock could
hurt so good!"

   "Then you'll like this even more," I grunted, feeling the pressure and
giving into it.  My cock swelled tremendously inside Bliss's cunt; a
heartbeat...  then I flooded her box with my sticky love with long, hot,
agonizingly delicious spurts.

   "I can feel it!  I can feel you shooting inside me!" Bliss cried. 
"More! Shoot more of it inside my pussy!"

   Shoot more?  I already felt as if I'd used up my quota of spunk for the
next two years as I continue to unload my balls into her young, nubile
body. The feelings were way beyond anything I'd previously experienced;
painful but not, electrifying yet numbing.  Oh, and there was one other
feeling, a more intensely powerful one lurking at the edges of my conscious
mind...

   My climax had run its course, leaving me spent, exhausted, and
momentarily sated.  I eased myself onto my daughter's shivering body as the
last of her orgasm worked its way along her nerve endings, remembering not
to let my full weight press down on her.

   "I love you, I love you," Bliss whispered in my ear, wrapping her arms
around me and squeezing my neck so tight it popped.

   "I love you, too, baby," I said, lifting my head to press my lips onto
hers, tasting the remnants of my seed on her mouth.

   "When can we fuck again?" Bliss asked, smiling back at me as I got up,
my blood-stained cock slipping out of her stretched (and sore) cunt with a
wet, sucking sound.  I stood and stretched the kinks out of my overworked
muscles, looking down at the newest woman in the house.

   "After all of that, you still want more?" I asked incredulously.

   "Not right now, silly," Bliss laughed.  "But, yes, I want to fuck you
again; tomorrow, the day after that, whenever I can!"

   And you know what?  I felt the exact same way.  In fact, had it not been
for the fact I knew Val would be home soon, I would have never gotten up
from Bliss's bed; the way I felt right now, I could fuck my child until the
wee hours of the morning.

   "We'll have to be very careful," I said, collecting my clothes.  "Your
mother can never find out about this!"

   "Fuck her," Bliss said evenly.  "As a matter of fact, that doesn't sound
like a bad idea..."

   "Say what?"

   "Nothing, Daddy; I'm just thinking out loud," Bliss said, sitting up. 
"You gonna take a shower?"

   "Unless I want to smell like pussy when your mother comes home, yes," I
said, shaking my head at my daughter's audacity.

   "Mind if I join you?"

   "Yes, I do," I said.  "We'd never get clean, if you know what I mean."

   "I was counting on it," Bliss replied, not in the least bit dismayed at
my refusal to shower with her.  "Next time, then?"

   "You can bet the house on it," I promised.

   "Cool.  Leave me some hot water, will you?" Bliss asked, her voice
sounding drowsy.

   "Okay," I agreed, knowing that by the time I got done, she'd be sound
asleep and dreaming God knows what.

   Eight

   Wisps of steam wafted from the top of the shower as I stepped into it,
the hot water almost instantly soothing my body.  I stood there for a
moment, letting the water flow onto me, getting a bit of a jolt as it
flowed over my flaccid - but sore - cock.

   I smiled to myself without realizing it, knowing that just a few minutes
ago, I was dick-deep inside my teenaged daughter's quim, shooting spunk
into her like it was illegal...  hell, it was illegal!  My smile slipped as
Guilt paid me a visit, bringing luggage for a lengthy stay.

   "Son-of-a-bitch!" Guilt said, settling in on my shoulder.  "You really
did it, didn't you?  God damn!  Fucked your own daughter!  Ain't that 'bout
a bitch?"

   And, to make matters worse, I could hear myself answering the invisible
voice in my head!

   "Yeah, I did, didn't I?" I said, reaching for the bar of soap, working
it under the water until I had a good lather.

   "Man, I don't believe you let your 15 year-old daughter talk you into
fucking her," Guilt said, shaking its metaphysical head.  "Now, if it was
that Cindy Madison down the street, well, that bitch is asking for the high
hard one!  But, shit, Jan, this was your own little girl!  How could you?"

   I had to give it to Guilt - he was laying it on thick.  He was in rare
form, an act I hadn't seen since the time I painted yellow dots on my
mother's black cat.  But, you know what?  I didn't give a fuck, pardon the
pun.  Guilt continued to ramble on about going to hell, my soul burning for
all of eternity and other shit I just wasn't paying attention to.  No, my
mind was locked in on the sight of my thick, bloodied cock protruding from
the widely-stretched lips of my daughter's cunt.

   How could I, indeed?  I rinsed (giving Guilt a face full of hot water)
and came to the conclusion that fucking Bliss had been easy.  In fact, I
couldn't seem to remember why I had resisted in the first place.  Instead
of agonizing over it as Guilt would have had me do, I began to wash my
hair, thinking of all the delightful times I'd have teaching Bliss the
finer points of fucking...

   "You suck," Guilt said, falling from his perch on my shoulder,
floundering in the shower's current as it swept the bubbles toward the
drain.  "I hope your cock never gets hard again!  I hope you knock her up,
you stupid bastard!  Hey!  Can you help me out here?  That drain's getting
kinda close..."

   "See ya," I said to myself, 'watching' Guilt get trapped in the
miniature cyclone at the drain's opening.

   "Yo, Jan!  Hey, listen, maybe I was a little harsh with some of that
shit I said," Guilt said, trying to keep its 'head' above water.  "It was a
joke!  I was just - blub - kiddin'!!  Hey!"

   Guilt went down the drain, along with every moral value I ever learned.
My conscience, clubbed into submission when Bliss first started sucking me,
obediently started rearranging things in my head to accommodate my new goal
in life: Fuck my daughter every chance I got.

   "Uh, Jan?"

   Stupidly, I looked at the drain, 'hearing' Guilt's last words echoing up
from the depths.

   "She's gonna get pregnant - then what are you gonna do..."

   Pregnant?  So what?  Sounds like a natural thing to do, doesn't it? 
Yeah, Val wouldn't be too happy about that, but, shit, like Bliss said,
fuck her.  If the bitch was taking care of the business like she's supposed
to on a regular basis, none of this shit would be...

   The shampoo bottle dropped suddenly from my numb fingers as I grasped
the thoughts running through my head, 'holding' them out and taking a look
at them.

   What was I saying to myself?  I knew that none of what happened tonight
was my wife's fault, but I suppose it's just human nature to automatically
blame someone else whenever you do something questionable or wrong.

   I finished rinsing the soap from my body, turned off the water, and
stepped from the shower to dry myself off.  No, none of this could be
blamed on Val; no man could ask for a more loving wife.  As I looked at my
naked reflection in the large mirror, I felt the blame fall right where it
should be - squarely on my own shoulders.

   Not that I really could find reason to blame myself, mind you.  I mean,
regardless of our relationship, me and Bliss were man and woman first,
father and daughter second, right?  This thought pleased me as I left the
humid bathroom, stepping into the relative coolness of the hallway.

   By the time I got to my bedroom, whatever insanity I had experienced in
the shower was gone, leaving me with clarity of thought and purpose.  Bliss
wanted me, badly enough to risk her own future; I took her, incurring quite
a few risks myself, risks that all of a sudden didn't seem all that, well,
risky.

   I crawled into bed to wait for Val to come home, my cock rising in
anticipation.  While I waited, images of fucking my daughter flashed
through my head, amping up my excitement.

   When Val came into the room twenty minutes later, I threw her down on
the bed, not bothering to undress her.  I lifted her skirt, shoved her
panties aside, and fucked her with a vigor I hadn't known since high school
- much to Val's surprise and delight.  I came like thunder within her,
filling her cunt with my jizz as she tossed and bucked beneath me, her own
orgasm crushing her senseless.  I looked into her face as my cock continued
to spurt inside of her...

   And could only see the face of my daughter.

   Nine

   Oh, man!  The next couple of weeks were something I'll never forget as
long as I live!  Bliss and I fucked like rabbits, taking any and every
chance to pursue our illegal but tantalizing relationship.  In the pool; in
the woods behind the house; a couple of times in the car (front and back
seats).  Her room, my room, the bathrooms and even once in the parking lot
at her school.  It got to the point where Bliss and I would fuck without
provocation.  Val hadn't failed to notice the change in our relationship,
either.

   "What's with you and Bliss?" she asked one day.

   "What do you mean?" I asked nonchalantly, putting down the book I was
reading.

   "You two have been pretty chummy here lately," Val commented, setting
her own magazine aside.  "All she ever talks about is how wonderful a
father you are!  I don't know how you managed to get on her good side, but
I like it!"

   Inwardly, I smiled to myself as I accepted my wife's compliment; if she
knew the how's and whys of it all, she probably wouldn't be so gracious in
her comments...  and she definitely wouldn't like it.

   "It's just a matter of appealing to what she likes," I said, my smile
growing wider.  "I've come to realize that our daughter isn't as
unreasonable as she appears to be."

   "That's news to me," Val said.  "There are times when she looks at me
like I was her worst enemy or something.  Do you think there's something to
that old wives tale about two women living in the same house?"

   "Nah, I don't think so," I said.  Of course, I knew why Bliss was
reacting to her mother like that - we had a long talk about it just the
other day.  At first I hadn't paid much attention to it but, after a while,
it became clear to me that Val had went from being Bliss's mother to
becoming the competition for my affections.

   I had to caution Bliss about it, pointing out to her that if I didn't
keep up the appearance of things being 'normal' around the house, her
mother would get suspicious and, like most women, it wouldn't take her very
long to figure out what was going on in her home.  Bliss hadn't liked what
I had to say, but saw the logic in my words.

   "Did you hear me?"

   "Huh?  No, I'm sorry, dear - what were you saying?" I said, quickly
returning to the here and now.

   "I asked you if you were going to take Bliss to the mall later or do you
want me to take her," Val repeated slightly miffed at not having my full
attention.

   "Doesn't matter," I said.  "Whatever's easier for us.  What time did she
want to go?"

   "Not until later this evening," Val said, getting up from her chair. 
She crossed the room and plopped into my lap, wriggling her ass against my
groin.  "That gives us some time, if you catch my drift."

   I didn't bother with answering; instead, I got my arms under Val and,
with just a little difficulty, stood up and carried her upstairs to our
room.  Once inside, we ripped off our clothes and dove onto the bed,
kissing and feeling each other up like we used to do in the old days before
Bliss came along.

   "I want you inside me," Val groaned as I sucked on her nipples.

   "Not yet," I growled, nipping the tender underside of her breasts with
my teeth.

   "Bastard!  Don't make me wait for it!"

   "Shut up, woman," I snarled in mock anger, straddling her ample chest
and offering my stiff prick to her lips.  "I've got something right here
that'll keep you quiet!" I scooted forward a little, the knob of my cock
slipping between her lips.  Val's talented mouth did the rest, opening to
admit more of my meat, her tongue hitting all the right places.

   I clung to the headboard, basking in the hot, heady sensations flowing
through me as my wife expertly sucked me into a frenzy, her hands clawing
at my ass.  I looked down into Val's face to watch my pole sliding in and
out of her mouth, something that never failed to get my blood singing.

   Val's eyes were closed and she moaned softly as she continued to gobble
me, leaving to wonder (and not for the first time) what she was feeling and
thinking as she blew me, drawing my shaft deeper into her throat.

   I was really getting into it as I continued to watch my lovely wife do
her thing when, suddenly, Val's eyes flew open and she began to suck me
furiously, her nails digging painfully into the flesh of my ass.  She began
to moan loudly, almost a non-stop wailing, her body becoming a lot more
animated, thrashing beneath me.  In fact, the whole bed was rocking wildly
and I almost got my fingers crushed between the headboard and the wall as
the heavy wood crashed against it.

   It took quite a few seconds for my lust-fogged brain to realize
something was going on; Val was three-quarters of the way into one
hellacious orgasm before I turned my head to see what the fuck was going
on. What I saw froze the blood in my veins...

   Bliss had her head planted firmly between her mother's flailing legs,
her mouth just as firmly attached to Val's pussy!

   "Oh, no," I moaned, watching in sheer horror/fascination.  I had
completely forgotten about my dick in Val's mouth, which was now under
attack like never before as her teeth scraped along the taut surface in
response to what was taking place behind me.  Val's movements increased
beneath me, causing my cock to fall from her lips.

   "FUCK!" she screamed, her hands leaving my backside and going down to
latch onto Bliss's head, holding it in place as Val rode out an orgasm on
her daughter's face.  Val used her other hand to literally shove me off of
her; I immediately lost my balance, my ass hitting the springy mattress,
which bounced me right off the bed and onto the floor with a thud.

   "Oomph," I grunted, feeling the pain race along my spine.  Slowly, I got
to my knees, peering over the edge of the bed.

   "You little bitch!" Val hissed, clawing at Bliss's head.  "What the fuck
are you doing!?  Stop it!  I'm not..., oh, fuck, I'm...  shit!"

   You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that Val's
protests were being vetoed by the onset of another orgasm; Val's hips were
literally coming off the mattress, fucking her cunt into Bliss's face.

   Oblivious to her mother's protests, Bliss continued to eat Val's pussy,
moaning loudly and slurping upon her mother's heated box even louder.  From
my seat on the floor, I could see that Bliss had her fingers deep into her
mother's snatch, working them furiously as she concentrated on Val's
clitoris.

   "Jan!  You son-of-a-bitch!" Val hissed, turning her head to look at me
with a look that was a combination of unrestrained lust and fury.

   "But, Val," I said weakly, my cock throbbing helplessly against my body.

   "Jan!  She's eating my pussy!  Our daughter is eating my pussy!" Val
wailed, giving in to yet another jolt of pleasure.  "Why is she doing this?
Why?"

   The fact of the matter was I didn't know what had possessed Bliss to
invade our privacy in such a manner.  What I did know is that my cock was
hard and feeling left out...

   I climbed back onto the bed, positioning myself over my daughter's prone
form, my cock eager to penetrate her young folds once again.

   "What are you doing?" Val screamed helplessly as I slid into Bliss from
behind.  "YOU BASTARD!"

   Just as Bliss was doing, I ignored Val's outraged cries, concentrating
on getting every inch of my dick into my daughter's wet quim, which slid
into her with an easy familiarity.  Hell, I even ignored the slap Val laid
on me that rocked my head sideways so hard I heard my neck crack.

   The next few minutes were a blur and a little difficult to remember.  I
was pounding my cock into Bliss like a man possessed, urged on by the
unbelievable sight of Bliss eating her mother out like a dark-haired demon.
Val had continued to protest - but with less meaning as her lust finally
gained total control of her, transforming her into a cursing, orgasming
she-devil.  I remember unloading my balls into Bliss's sweet flesh, the
sensation so strong that it painful, the sperm boiling into her cooze like
hot, scalding lava.

   "Get out of her, you son-of-a-bitch," Val said, humping Bliss's mouth
for all she was worth.  "Get your cock out of my daughter!"

   Spent, I withdrew, my heart sinking in anticipation of whatever was
going to happen next.  I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew it wasn't
going to be good.  I watched Val struggle to sit up, a feeling of impending
doom covering me like a wet, smelly blanket.  Val made it up as far as her
elbows before becoming a blur of motion, causing me to flinch in
anticipation of a punch or another slap.

   So you can imagine my surprise as, somehow, Bliss wound up under her
mother, looking up and back at me as Val latched onto her young muff,
giving her a taste of her own medicine, as it were, which surprised the
shit out of me since I knew that my wife had never eaten a pussy before in
her life.

   "What the fuck are you waiting for?" Val growled, lifting her head long
enough to talk to me.  "Get that fucker hard and inside me, Jan!"

   I was still hard enough to comply with her demand.  I crawled into
position, watching the delicious sight of my cock sliding into my wife's
cunt...  while Bliss sucked on her clitty and watched my entrance.

   "Fuck her, Daddy," Bliss mumbled around a mouthful of pussy.  "Fuck
Mom's hot pussy!"

   My cock was quickly rising to the occasion as I fucked into Val's
spit-slickened hole, helped along by Bliss's tongue playing against my
balls.  The bed squealed in protest and the sounds of fucking and sucking
filled the room as the three of us shared the ultimate family experience.

   I came again, my dick spitting pearly chunks of goo into my wife's cunt
as Bliss sucked my balls into her mouth, urging yet more spunk to flow from
me.  Val was grunting, either in pleasure at feeling my seed inside of her,
the joy of eating pussy, or another orgasm - I couldn't tell and didn't
care as Bliss, caught in the throes of her own climax, siphoned my spilled
jizz from her mother's cunt despite my cock being buried deep inside.

   I pulled out of Val's pussy, my cock dangling into Bliss's face, who
promptly slurped it into her mouth, sucking it clean of sperm and pussy
juice.  There was no way I was going to get hard again and I just enjoyed
the sinful feelings.

   Val rolled off of her daughter, gasping for air and still trembling from
her own excursion into the O-zone.  I managed to rescue my prick from
Bliss's sucking, curling up alongside of her; with Bliss between me and
Val, the three of us dropped off to sleep - but I knew there would be a
reckoning to deal with when we awoke, whenever that would be.

   Ten

   I awoke some time later in the evening to Bliss sucking my erection and
Val sitting next to me, staring into my face.

   "I think you've got some explaining to do," Val said quietly, holding
Bliss's head in place while she sucked me.  "Jan, why didn't you tell me
what was going on between you two?"

   "I...  I don't know," I croaked, my throat dry and scratchy.  "It just
happened."

   "That's not quite true, is it?" Val asked, her face unreadable as she
continued to play with Bliss's head and hair.  "She told me that she didn't
give you much of a choice in the matter; isn't that right?"

   "Yes," I sobbed, feeling Bliss's tongue washing my distended glans.

   "You could have told me, Jan," Val scolded gently.  "If you had, then
you would have known that I figured something like this was going to
happen."

   "I'm so sorry," I cried, just before the paralysis hit me and my cock
began to pump sperm into Bliss's hungry mouth.

   "You should be," Val agreed.  "Bliss, honey, not so hard...  that's
right, let him down easy - but don't stop, okay?"

   "Okay, Mom," Bliss gurgled around my cock.

   "This is okay with you?" I asked.

   "No, it's not, Jan," Val said sadly.  "Incest is wrong and we both know
it.  I just don't know what to do about this."

   "Make her stop," I pleaded, the irritating sensations beginning to grate
on my frayed nerves.  "That doesn't feel good at all!"

   "You should have thought about that before you started fucking my
child," Val said evenly, looking at Bliss as she continued to munch on my
softening prick.  "I don't know whether I'm going to leave you or not; I
haven't quite decided yet.  Tell me something - did you know she was going
to join us?"

   "No," I cried out of frustration as Bliss deep-throated my now-flaccid
cock.  "I didn't know."

   "Hmm.  She said you didn't, so I guess I have to believe her," Val said
absently, toying with one of her nipples.  "Still, I have to admit that I
enjoyed it, even though I've never been with a woman before."

   "What are you going to do?" I gasped, feeling a finger toying with my
anal opening, causing my cock to lurch within the wet confines of my
daughter's mouth.

   "I told you I don't know, Jan," Val said, her eyes closing as Bliss
inserted a finger into her.  "I'm not sure I can go along with any of
this."

   "Then why...?" I asked perplexed, not understanding any of this.

   "Why am I still here?  Who says I'm going to stay?  Do you really expect
me to live here with you after all that's happened?"

   "No, I don't," I admitted, realizing that the life I had known was
slipping away before my eyes.

   "But, you see, I have this problem.  Jan, I love you and I really don't
want to take Bliss and leave you.  If I do that, Bliss will hate me and
will probably make my life miserable for me.  Then again, if we stay, I'll
have to contend with her always wanting to fuck you.  Hell, I'd have to
deal with her wanting to fuck me as well!"

   Val stopped talking, getting a faraway look in her eyes for a moment,
the result of having a mini-climax as provided by Bliss's fingers in her
pussy.

   "Not that it's all that bad, but I'm sure you can see how it completely
changes things around here," Val sighed, caressing Bliss's face with her
hand.  "Bliss seems to have made sure that, like you, I don't have much
choice in the matter."

   I didn't know what to say as Bliss climbed onto my now-rigid cock,
rubbing the tender head of my prick against her opening a couple of times
before sitting down hard on it, sighing as my cock slid in to the hilt.

   "See what I mean?  I've been trying to keep that little slut off your
dick for a couple of hours now!"

   "You couldn't?" I gasped.

   "No, she couldn't," Bliss said, giggling.  "She was, um, occupied."

   "Bliss, please," Val said, blushing.

   "Oh, I see," I said, feeling the warm tightness of my daughter's cunt
surrounding me.  "You couldn't stop her 'cause she was doing you - is that
it?"

   "Something like that," Val confessed, her blush deepening.  "Stop trying
to change the subject.  Bliss?  Sit still a moment honey; we have to get
this sorted out and I can't talk to your father while you're riding him
like that!"

   "Okay," Bliss grumbled, letting my cock sink fully into her before
sitting still as Val had instructed.

   "Jan, you should have stood firm and said no to her," Val said.  "But I
can see where you boxed yourself into a corner.  You've pretty much fucked
things up around here, you know that don't you?"

   "I'll leave," I said, looking from Bliss to Val.

   "Like hell you will, you bastard," Val hissed.  "I'll be damned if you
think you're just going to walk away from this!" Bliss giggled, drawing a
look from her mother.

   "And you, you little bitch!  Do you realize what you've done to us?"

   "Yes, I know," Bliss said, instantly matching her mother's coolness. 
"I've pretty much got the both of you right where I want you.  It wasn't
easy getting into Dad's pants - he really fought hard.  But not hard
enough, though.  Dad, you made it easy for me to get to Mom; she was so
busy sucking your dick, she never felt me until I had my tongue in her!"
Bliss laughed again, chilling me to the bone.

   "Bliss!" Val exclaimed, her face reddening even more.

   "What?  I'm just telling you the truth here," Bliss replied, squeezing
her inner muscles onto my cock.  She smiled down at me as I came inside of
her, helpless to do anything about it.  "Thanks, Dad."

   "You're welcome..." I muttered stupidly.

   "Mom, you and Dad filled my head with all of this from the beginning,"
Bliss explained, grinding her pussy onto my spurting rod.  "Showing me all
that love and tenderness every chance you got.  Can you really blame me for
wanting more love from the two of you?  I knew you wouldn't just give it up
to me, so I had to do something to get it from you."

   "It's wrong, Bliss," Val said unconvincingly.

   "You weren't saying that while I had my mouth on your cunt, Mom," Bliss
replied defiantly.  "Didn't hear you complaining too much."

   "You bitch," Val growled.

   "Face it, Mom.  You liked it just as much as I did," Bliss said,
reaching out and touching her mother's face.  "Your pussy tastes so good,
especially after Daddy fucks it and fills it with his sperm!"

   Val's hand was moving before she realized it, arcing up towards Bliss's
cheek; Bliss caught her hand easily, taking it and kissing the palm.

   "Mom, don't," Bliss chided, making me wonder who the parents were in
this situation.  At the same time, I realized that we were no longer in
control of anything anymore, something I now knew nothing could be done
about.

   Val was in tears as she came to the same conclusion I had.  "I don't
want this!" she cried, looking small and weak.

   "You will, given time," Bliss said.  "Daddy didn't want it either, but
he came around." Bliss giggled at her own pun, climbing off my spent tool
and crawling over to her mother.  "Mom, don't make this any harder than it
has to be.  Just accept the fact that I just don't want to love the two of
you with all my heart and soul - I want to love you with my body as well,
just like the two of you do with each other!  How can that be so wrong?"

   "Don't make me do this," Val pleaded, allowing Bliss to turn her head.
"It goes against everything I ever believed in!"

   "That's what he said," Bliss said before kissing her mother gently, but
passionately, on the lips, leaving Val breathless and trembling.  "He no
longer has a problem with accepting my love and you shouldn't either."

   "Val..." I said quietly.

   "What?" Val cried, as Bliss began to suck the flesh at her mother's
neck.

   "There's not much we can do about this," I said.  "I think we both
realize that now.  And it's all my fault."

   "You bastard," Val cried as Bliss pushed her mother back, covering a
nipple with her mouth in the same manner she had done so many years ago. 
Only this time, Bliss was feeding a different kind of hunger, one which we
were both guilty of instilling in her.

   "Let me love you, Mother," Bliss cooed, working her way down Val's body,
kissing and sucking along the way until she got to Val's dark triangle of
hair.  "If you want me to stop and never love you like this again, just say
so."

   I watched Val's face closely, hoping she could find the strength I
didn't have to resist the temptress we had given life to.  My face fell
even as my joy was lifted to greater heights as I watch my wife and the
mother of my daughter press Bliss's head into her sex, succumbing to the
inevitable...

   Eleven

   Life with Bliss was never the same.  Oh, she was the perfect daughter,
finishing high school with honors and everything.  We weren't happy that
she hadn't accepted the offers to the few major colleges that had wanted
her; instead, Bliss enrolled at the local junior college, offering the
explanation that she never wanted to be too far from us.

   Had you seen us together in public, you would have seen the happiest
family on the planet, marveling at how well we got along with each other.
Now, if you were to watch us together at home, well, you probably wouldn't
believe the passion and lust which ruled our home behind those closed
doors.

   In this aspect, Bliss owned us, controlled us, and fed her never-ending
hunger for love from our willing flesh.  Now, you might think that Bliss
slept with us, which wasn't the case at all - but she did spend a lot of
time in our bed, let me tell you!

   I can't really speak for Val in this; like myself, she was a victim of
Bliss's unerring logical approach.  Also like me, Val was eventually
seduced by the lure of Bliss's young flesh, completely blinded to the
illicit nature of her actions.

   And who could blame her?  Bliss made sure that her mother was never left
out or felt unloved, often spending hours at a time exploring Sapphic
diversions together.  It was those special one-on-one moments that finally
won Val over in the end, drawn to the allure of woman-to-woman love, the
kind no man could ever provide.

   At one point, we came to realize that we competed for our daughter's
affections, once almost getting into an argument of epic proportions. 
However, Bliss assured us that she had plenty of love to go around and
demonstrated her meaning by first sucking my cock until I came and then by
sucking her mother's slit.

   It was so hard to sit at work during the week, knowing that I would have
rather been between Bliss's legs with either my cock or my mouth.  I'd rush
home (got a ticket for speeding one day), hoping to have Bliss all to
myself; some days, I'd find her waiting for me, inviting me to use her body
to slake my thirst.  On other days, I'd have to wait impatiently while Val
drank from the Fountain of Bliss.

   We were slowly introduced to objects d'amour: vibrators and dildos of
all lengths and sizes, along with Ben-Wa balls, a rather interesting sex
toy from the Orient.  Cock rings, penis pumps, and other cock enhancers
were purchased and applied, some rather painfully so while others performed
as advertised.  It didn't take long for our bedrooms to become dens of
sexual debauchery.

   The only painful part was having to wait every 28 days or so for the
women's cycle to run their course; although our lust knew very few
boundaries, this was one area which remained inviolate and honored.  Of
course, it didn't mean that Bliss or Val couldn't ease my stress orally;
you guys reading this have no idea what it's like to get your dick sucked
repeatedly for hours at a time, even after you've lost that ability to get
hard again and your balls are reading empty.

   On her 17th birthday, announced to us over breakfast that she was
pregnant.

   "That's not possible," Val said, her eyes wide in disbelief.  "I've
watched you take your pills every day since...  since..."

   "Since we started fucking?" Bliss finished, smiling widely.  "Yeah,
well, I've been meaning to tell you about that, Mom: those weren't birth
control pills I was taking."

   "Bliss, how could you?" Val asked, giving me an anguished look.  "I
thought we all agreed to be open and honest with each other!"

   "Mom, I'm sorry," Bliss apologized, taking Val's hand and squeezing it.
"It's not like me and you never talked about Daddy knocking us up, you
know."

   "We talked about it, but I never thought you'd go through with it!" Val
exclaimed, looking at me and wondering why I wasn't saying anything.

   "I just decided that I wanted to have his baby," Bliss continued,
talking to her mother like I wasn't there.  "It seems to me it's the
greatest way to show my love for him - and for you!"

   "For me?" Val said, stupefied.  "How does your being pregnant show love
for me?"

   "I know you can't have any more children," Bliss said quietly.

   "Jan!  You didn't tell her, did you?"

   "No, I never said a word," I replied, wondering how Bliss found out.

   "I ran into Dr.  Worthy's receptionist a little while ago and she sorta
let it slip out that the infection you had a long time ago sterilized you.
I knew how badly you wanted to have a baby and, since you can't..." Bliss
went silent, looking at her mother.

   "You decided to give us both a gift," Val surmised, wiping a tear from
her eye.

   "I hope it's a boy," Bliss said cheerfully, hugging her mother.

   "Why?" I asked, kissing Bliss on the cheek.

   "Because when he grows up, he's gonna know love like the world has never
seen!"

   And know it he did.  Nine months later, Bliss gave birth to her own
brother, naming him David after my father.  Val was the perfect
grandmother, fussing over the two of them while Bliss recovered enough to
deal with David herself.  It was hard keeping my hands off of Bliss for six
whole weeks but, somehow, I managed.  Of course, there were Val's pleasures
to be had...

   Bliss did have to contend with David nursing at her breast - and me
nursing right along with him, much to everyone's delight and amusement.

   David's indoctrination began almost immediately; there was never a
moment when he wasn't being held or kissed by Val and Bliss.  Bliss even
went a little further, sucking her son's tiny cock until it would stick
straight up and David would laugh and giggle contentedly.  It didn't take
long before Val was also helping with her grandson's education, either.

   Over the next several years, nothing was kept from young David; he grew
up knowing what it meant to truly be loved by those whose sole purpose in
life was to love him.  By the time he was four, David was eating pussy just
as naturally as breathing.

   Bliss had given birth to Charisse before David had his fifth birthday;
it wasn't unusual to find David licking his baby sister's pussy, explaining
to us all that she had to learn just like he did; indeed, he was proud to
be playing a role in his little sister's future development.

   And I had a new outlet for my obsession...
   Finis