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 Chapter 3 - 1983

   For Jack and Mary the next year was sometimes wonderful and at other
times ghastly.  They fell more and more in love each day, and yet there was
a gulf growing between them.  A hopeless split between what Mary wanted
from her father and what he was willing to do.

   The trouble began about two weeks after Jack took her virginity.  Always
a considerate lover, Jack had refused to fuck Mary for several days after
their first wonderful night.  He told her she needed time to recover, that
he was sure she was too sore for more fucking so soon.  Mary tried to
convince he we was wrong, but in the end she had to make do with her
father's marvelous tongue for almost a week.

   Finally, he agreed to put his cock in her again.  In fact, he could
hardly wait.  Chris had been called out of town to a seminar and for a
glorious week Jack and Mary had shared the same bed with no fear of being
caught.  And true to his word, Jack did his best.  He fucked Mary at least
twice every night, and even made it three time on a couple of occasions. 
Which, ironically, is what started the trouble.

   They were lying together in bed after a wonderful fuck.  Jack was idly
running his hands over her body, sometimes taking one of her tits into his
mouth, working himself up to another erection for his adoring daughter.

   "Oh, Daddy, you do that so good.  I've just loved the last week.  I wish
every week was like this."

   "I know, honey.  Me too," he said.  "Still, we did pretty good.  I make
it sixteen fucks and we still have tonight to finish.  It's a good thing
you're on the pill or all the come I've put into you would have knocked you
up for sure."

   "I'm not on the pill, Daddy."

   It was a simple, quite, matter-of-fact statement.  The reaction was
anything but.

   "JESUS CHRIST, MARY!  ARE YOU INSANE?  GOOD GOD, GIRL, ARE YOU TRYING TO
GET ME THROWN IN JAIL?"

   Mary was stunned by the force of her father's reaction.  She had hoped
he would be happy; she had feared he would be upset.  She never expected
him to be furious with her.

   "But, Daddy, what's wrong.  I'm not especially trying to get pregnant
right now, but I wouldn't mind.  I figured we'd have kids someday and I'm
willing to let it happen when it happens."

   Jack glared at her.  "And just how in hell did you figure to explain
your being pregnant?  You aren't married, you don't date, you're only ever
around one man very much and that's me.  Do you think your mother wouldn't
figure it out?"

   "So what if she did.  She couldn't prove anything," Mary said, pouting.

   "There are tests and they're getting better all the time.  People would
know and I would end up in jail," Jack told her.  Then his voice softened
and he caressed her cheek.  "I wouldn't mind the jail bit, but they would
never let me see you again.  I couldn't stand losing you.

   "And besides, you shouldn't even think of having kids until you're
married.  You're way too young."

   Mary held up her left hand, showing the him ring he had put on her
finger just two weeks before.  At first she had worn it on a chain around
her neck, but with her mother gone she was now showing it openly.  "I am
married, Daddy.  To you, remember."

   "That's not what I mean.  I mean, you know it wasn't legal what we did.
I don't regret it and I love more than my own life.  But to anyone but
ourselves, we're not married.  And I'm your father.  It's dangerous for a
girl to have children with her own father."

   "No, Daddy," Mary said.  "You're perfect.  Our babies would be
beautiful."

   "We aren't going to have children, Mary," Jack told her forcefully.  "I
mean that.  Either accept that or forget about us."

   "But, Daddy, I want to have children," Mary cried.  "I've always wanted
to be a mother someday, even before we started fucking."

   "You can have them," he said, "when you have a husband."

   Mary got out of the bed and tore the wedding band off her finger.  She
threw it at her father as hard as she could.  "I thought I had a husband,"
she said, and then ran crying from the room.

   As Jack bent to pick up the ring he realized he hadn't hurt this bad
since his mother died.  'No,' he thought, 'this is worse.  Mom was old and
it we knew it was coming.  And I didn't love her the way I love Mary.'
Still, he had no idea how he could make it up to her.  He was simply not
willing to father her children.

   When Chris returned she felt the anger between Jack and Mary at once,
and truthfully, she was glad.  While she had no idea of what had been
happening for the last year and more, she had always thought Jack doted too
much on their daughter and she was glad to see them being pulled apart. 
She was also happy when Mary started to date again.

   Mary had turned down a number of boys since she had become her father's
lover, but now she was available again and very popular.  But she still
wouldn't 'put out', bluntly telling her more persistent suitors that the
only way they were going to get in her panties was through marriage.

   Jack was hurt at first when Mary started to see boys again, but he was
also relieved.  Apparently she had accepted his refusal to impregnate her
and was seeking a mate elsewhere.  He was sorry to loose her as a bedmate,
but perhaps it was all for the best.

   Mary still loved her father and she wanted him badly.  And although none
of her dates had 'scored" with her, she had let a few of them grope her
body, making her aroused and unsatisfied.  Eventually her desire became too
strong and one night she hugged him after dinner and slipped a package of
condoms into his shirt pocket.  "I give up, Daddy," she whispered.  "If you
wear those, I suppose we will be safe.  Come to my room after Mom goes to
work."

   Jack was thrilled that Mary had forgiven him and soon they were fucking
on a regular basis, always with condoms.  It wasn't quite as good as
bareback for either of them, but Jack refused to fuck without one.

   As Father's Day neared Jack was tingling with anticipation.  He was sure
that Mary as going to do something wonderful for him again.  And since he
had already fucked her mouth and her pussy, he was pretty sure this year he
would get her asshole.  He had never done that and he could think of nobody
he would rather buttfuck than his luscious little girl.

   But Mary had different ideas.  She was still angry with her father and
while she kept it under control, there were times that it almost bubbled
over.  Which was why she decided that Father's Day was the day to tell him
her news.

   At breakfast that Sunday morning she had dropped a bombshell on both her
parents.

   "Mom and Dad," she said, "I've got some news for you.  I hope it will
make you happy."

   Jack felt a sudden terror.  Could there have been an 'accident'.

   Mary continued, "You know Henry Porter, don't you?"

   "Sure," said Chris.  "He's the schools star halfback, right?  Kinda
cute, too."

   "I'm glad you think so, Mom, because he's asked me to marry him and I'm
going to."

   Chris shrieked with joy and hugged Mary, already planning the wedding.

   Jack sat stunned.  He felt like somebody had just hit him very hard
right over his heart.  Mary getting married to somebody else?  That wasn't
supposed to happen; they were supposed to stay together forever.  Suddenly
realizing that Chris was staring at him he managed a wan smile, "That's
great, Mary.  If it's what you want, that is."

   He had tried not to add that last part, but it just slipped out and
Chris jumped all over him.  "What the hell do you mean, if it's what she
wants?  Of course she wants to get married, and Henry is a great choice;
good looking, great athlete, rich parents.  I know all fathers hate to lose
their daughters, but you're just being an asshole."

   Jack barely heard her.  He was mentally kicking himself for his remark
already, because he saw what Chris did not.  The pain in Mary's eyes.

   The next morning, after Chris had left for work, Jack went into Mary's
room and sat on her bed.  Mary looked at silently, waiting for him to
speak. Finally Jack lowered his head and said, "Why?"

   "Kids," she replied with tears running down her cheeks.  "You told me
that if I wanted children I would have to find a husband to make them with,
so I did."

   "Do you love him?"

   Mary sat up and hugged him to her bosom, "God, no, Daddy.  I love you
and I always will.  Hank is just a convenient sperm source.  And he's been
my friend for years.  We can make it work."

   Now Jack was crying too.  "I hate to think of you in a loveless
marriage, Mary.  Maybe you should wait for somebody you do love."

   "Oooooh, Daddy," Mary sobbed, "it doesn't make any difference; I'm not
going to love any of them?  You're the one person I love who could give me
a baby and you won't.  I'll accept that, Daddy, but I still want to have at
least one child.  Hank will do as well as anybody.  I could just go to a
sperm bank, but I'll need child support."

   Jack left her bedroom then and did not go back.  Mary was wed in
September.