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(MMF, nc, rp, v, inc, 1st, mc, preg) *** John and Millie had always lived a beautiful life. They lived in a beautiful white house on the left of Lawndale Avenue. Their daughter, Athena, brought so much joy to their lives. They were the picture perfect family. It also seemed as if it were the type of family you would find in a storybook. The one with the big yard, the white picket fence, and the big yellow lab running to fetch a frisbie. They had named their daughter Athena after the Greek goddess of love. Athena truly did bring love in so many ways to the family. One day like in all stories- stories filled with horror, their picture perfect family was torn apart. Millie kissed John goodbye as he sat down to watch the six o'clock news. She was going to run to get a few things at the grocery store. She got in her Altima, slammed the door and backed out. She was singing as she drove. As she got to the crossing of Oak Street and Barteau Avenue, the light turned red. She stopped. She proceeded to accelerate as the light turned green, but like a bolt of lightning, a Black Avalanche slammed into the side and killed her instantly. The phone rang and John picked up. "I'm sorry sir, this is Officer Blaton, we'll need you to come down to the station... sir... sir..." John left the phone dangling off the hook. He knew what had just happened, but just could not believe it. His life was so perfect, and now the love of his life was just taken away from him. He was the manager of one of the largest banks in Brunswick. How could the one who made his breakfast, took care of his home and was the mother of his beautiful Athena just be taken away from him? The rain poured down in a cold haze as they laid his Millie to rest in the local cemetery. It was like a cruel nightmare to stand there as everyone dressed in black hung their heads to mourn over the one who loved him more than his position in business did. Athena and John returned to the home that was once happy, but now it seemed as if a big empty void was there. The house was so quiet and seemed so cold. John hung his head as he walked to his bedroom and cried as the pictures of Millie smiled going down the lonely hallway. The stairs creaked under his steps as he mourned and walked up to his room to sit on his bed and cry. Athena walked in with tears in her eyes too. John collapsed over onto the bed sobbing profusely. "Daddy, said Athena, "I know you are so hurt. I hurt too." At that, he gathered her thirteen year old body into his arms and held her. Her long blonde hair spread over his arms and covered her crying blue eyes. She was a picture of her mother in her own way. She seemed to have that same charm as Millie did. He kissed her on the cheek as she lay in his arms and they fell asleep. *** The next morning, as John opened his eyes, Athena was standing over him with a plate of pancakes and syrup and a tall glass of orange juice that had sloshed over the side as she had made her way up the stairs. "I made you breakfast to help you feel better, Daddy," she exclaimed. "I know that you loved Mama's pancakes and I tried to make them like she did, but I don't know if I did them as good. Could you taste them and see?" "Aww, Sweetheart," John growled as he sat up in bed. "You did not have to do that. Daddy's just fine, but thank you." He took the tray and sat it in his lap and took the fork and proceeded to cut his first bite. Athena looked up at him with questioning eyes and wondered how he would like her amateur pancakes. "Mmmm. That's good," he replied as he savored her cooking. "You did a great job." He put his tray down on the bedside table and put his arm around her. "Mama would be proud of me wouldn't she," she asked, smiling. "Yes, she would," John replied and smiled in return. "Yes she would. Now, Daddy's gotta get ready for work, and you've got to go to school." He got up out of bed and went over to his dresser and pulled out a clean pair of underwear and socks and his suit and laid them on the bed. He quickly got undressed as Millie watched with amazed eyes. As he stood there naked in front of his teen daughter, he quickly realized what he had done. "Uh, uh,....Millie turn around," he stammered. Millie quickly let out a quick giggle and did as her dad told her to do. She had never seen a boy in the nude, and being an only child, she had no little brothers or big ones to compare. John quickly grabbed a shirt and wrapped it around his butt and his private part, and ran to get a shower. Millie left the room and went to get dressed. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart," John said as he dropped her off at school. "It's ok, Dad, it's no big deal. I'm not going to tell anyone," she said smiling and gave him a kiss on the cheek as she opened the door and got out of the car. He watched her as she walked over to her friends and then he put the car in gear and drove off to work. Athena and her dad seemed to have no problems adjusting to the new life without Millie. They had a cleaning routine and Athena and her Dad learned together how to cook. They soon were smiling again, but as all losses go, ones have their moments where a small little detail of life is a reminder of that lost loved one. Some things changed though, whether it was for the better or for the worst, only fate knew. Athena and her dad grew close- very close. After, Millie's death, Athena never slept in her room anymore. She always slept in the same bed as her dad. She figured it would keep him from crying and being lonely. He got used to her stealing the covers at two o'clock in the morning and her little dream giggles she would sometimes let out. He would often awaken and wonder what she was dreaming about? Where was her little innocent teenage mind wandering? Athena had also begun wearing less around her dad. Usually she was so discreet, but now she would often pass him by or come to him in a short little t-shirt and panties and she would sometimes come to check on him before and after she got in a shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around her. He never said anything to her concerning her covering. What could he say? What would be the perfect choice of words? He then thought that it was nice seeing someone as lovely as she was. She was beautiful. Her newly developed curves perfectly contoured her and she was a sight to see for a girl of her age. One day, two years later, she came to John as he was watching TV in his boxers, in nothing but a pair of panties jumping up and down in front of him. Her small breasts were bouncing on her chest. "Daddy, look, I can finally fit into mom's bra," she said as she fastened it around her. "Umm, Millie, I-I don't think..." he stammered. "It's ok, Daddy, haven't you always knew what I looked like? Aren't you happy?" How could John tell this beautiful creature in front of him that it was wrong? John had been so busy with work for the past two years that he hadn't had time for other women. He had not had sex or made love to a woman in a long time and now a young, beautiful lady that was HIS DAUGHTER, was jumping up in front of him with beautiful, pert bouncing breasts that he had only dreamed about. "Yes, Sweetheart, I'm happy that it fits you," he said hanging his head, ashamed to look. "What's the matter, Daddy, you're not sad are you?" she asked. "Do I remind you of Mommy?" She climbed up in his lap straddling him. Her tiny virgin pussy in her little pink panties rubbed against his hardening cock as she did. "No, Sweetheart, I just haven't... I-I just don't really know what to..." he stammered trying to find words. He couldn't finish any sentence. Her bright blue eyes gazed questioningly into his. He looked down. The head of his hardening cock was making its way out of his hiding place and out of the gaping hole in his boxers. Athena looked down too. He quickly placed her on the couch and jumped up trying to hide it as much as he could, but it wasn't easy to hide a hard eight inch cock. She looked at him, smiling. "Am I that pretty, Daddy," Athena then questioned. He turned to face her, amazed at her question. His innocent daughter wasn't supposed to know that a man could get hard. She wasn't supposed to know anything about sex. "Honey, I'm sorry, you shouldn't see me like this," he finally told her. "Daddy, I'm fifteen. Haven't you noticed that I don't have a boyfriend? I'm not dumb enough to know that you need things and that we're close." She stood up and walked over to him and took his cock out of his underwear allowing it to stand straight out, and slowly ran her hand up and down it feeling its hardened and throbbing veins, and finally stroking it over its wide mushroom head. "I had a boyfriend, though, that I kissed one time, and his cock did just the same," she said in a low, whispered tone. "I had no idea that I could make your's do the same." "Sweetheart, I don't think..." he began stammering again. He tried to find the words but she just kept looking up at him with her big blue eyes and kept stroking his cock. The right thing to do would be to turn and walk away but he couldn't. He couldn't resist her beautiful fifteen year old lips that soon spread over his swollen cockhead and soon made their way down his stiff shaft. He couldn't resist her soft fingers reaching inside his satin boxers to gently touch his balls. John gave in. He slid his boxers down to his ankles and let Athena take control. She was so good. He had no idea that his daughter could give such good head. She soon took her mother's bra off and then slid her panties down her shaved legs revealing her little bald pussy. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy," she naughtily whispered to him. "I know that you have not had a woman in a long time and I want to give you what you need. With that, he jerked her up by her arms and scolded her. "Go to your room, you little whore," he commanded her. "Go!" Athena looked surprised and a bit shocked. Was her Daddy really angry at her? Her daddy had never called her a name like that. "What are you standing here looking at me like that for," he angrily questioned. "Go to your room. You are in big trouble young lady." Athena quickly scurried off to her room and waited. She heard her daddy's feet pounding up the stairs. He burst into her room with his belt folded in his hand and took her and bent her over her bed, and started spanking her with his belt across her tiny white ass. He wasn't hitting her hard, but it wasn't soft taps either. He grabbed her blonde ponytail and jerked her up to him. His hardened cock now had a blue condom on it. "What did I tell you about wearing Mommy's clothes and underwear?" "Not tooooo," she wailed. "Alright, well now Daddy is going to punish you for wearing Mommy's clothes and for that boy, he whispered with gritted teeth. With that he bent her over on the bed and wet his fingers and began putting them fervently in her small fuckhole, ramming them in and out. "Owww," she screamed, "Daddy, it hurts." "Yes, well it hurts seeing my little girl in Mommy's clothes and knowing that my little girl is out fucking with some guy," he scolded, still fingerfucking her hard as he could, tasting her tender juices, in between several strokes. He then got down on his knees as she was still bent over her bed, and began licking her pussy fervently. His tongue wildly moved over her small clit and girlish lips. He sucked her pussy, pulling her clit out as far as it would stretch as she moaned and moaned. He then licked it over and over and over again. John stuck his fingers back inside of her and then took her and flipped her over face-up on the bed. He took his fingers and rammed them in her pussy hard. She moaned and twitched and clawed at her bed. He then began rapidly working his arm up and down with his two fingers inside of her hitting her g-spot with every stroke. She rolled her eyes back and her head went backwards. Her little pussy was so wet with her juices that they splattered lightly all over John's bare chest and her flat tummy. As she moaned with a continuous, powerful orgasm, John leaned in and licked her clit. She leaned up and begged him for his cock. She couldn't stand it any longer. He then put his cock in her small virgin pussy and began ramming it in as hard as he could. John suddenly got the strange sensation that he was being watched and looked up and all around. Athena's shades were open but there was no one looking in through the window next door. Besides Mr. and Mrs. Wilkes were very old and he quickly figured at the moment that even if they were peeking, they couldn't half see anyway. So, he continued pounding his big cock into his tiny virgin daughter's pussy. She kept screaming. "Oh, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me for wearing Mommy's clothes." "Oh, yes, Sweetheart, you're gonna pay for walking around me all of these years teasing me in those little panties you wear." John took his cock out of his daughter and stroked it and said, "Look at this cock. You've been wanting one of these haven't you?" "Oh yes, Daddy," she said in pleasure. He shoved his cock back into her pussy and began thrusting his hips to and fro. He could feel her small pussy tighten around it's shaft and her muscles contracted as if it were jacking him off inside her. "Oh, sweetheart," John moaned. He released his sperm filling up the condom. After his massive explosion he collapsed over onto her body and began kissing her- not like the little kisses and pecks that he always gave her but deep, passionate kisses, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth and her tongue reciprocating. He fell asleep next to her with his cock softened still buried in her pussy. *** The next morning, John made Athena promise to him that she wouldn't say anything about the previous night. She assured him that she would not. She told him that she loved him and always would. Athena heard her friend's car pull into the drive and a honk from the horn. She passionately kissed her Daddy goodbye and went out and got into her friend's car and they were off to school. During school that day, Athena could barely focus on her assignments thinking about her rendezvous with her Daddy. She thought about his big cock and how great it felt going into her small pussy. Athena kept her and her Dad a secret. She allowed friends to come over, but showed no sign of affection to her Dad while they were there. Athena and her Daddy continued to have an extremely hot affair. There were a few Friday nights that she didn't let her friends come and spend the night because her Daddy would walk into her room as she was on the phone with them stroking his big cock in front of her. She could not resist it. One night as John and Athena were on his bed, kissing passionately, she reached her hand down and started stroking his big cock. "You like that big, hard cock, don't you, Athena," he questioned her. "Yes, Daddy," she replied. He let out a low laugh. He started sucking her small breasts and run his hand down her flat tummy and on down to her small, tight, wet pussy. He began rubbing her clit. She had an orgasm not long after he started. He then allowed his tongue to trace down her body licking her all of the way down to her pussy. He then allowed his tongue to quiver over her small clit licking it over and over again. She moaned. He reached down and stroked his hard cock getting it ready to penetrate his daughter's tiny pussy. He reached into his bedside dresser as he was sucking her tiny clit and finger-fucking her, and felt around for a condom. There was none. "Damnit," he said, aloud. "What's the matter, Daddy?" Athena quickly asked. "I don't have a condom, and I can't get you pregnant, because then someone will know," John said in a panic. "It's ok, Daddy," she said absentmindedly. "I want to have your baby." "No," said John, blatantly. "I can't lose you. I'll just pull out." With that, he continued fucking her. It felt so good as her cervix gripped around his cock trying to find any trace of sperm it could to fulfill it's destiny. It was hard not to resist when his cockhead swelled up inside of her, but nevertheless he pulled it out, leaned his head back, rapidly stroke his cock, and squirted it all over her tits, her face and then her belly button. She looked at him with an angry glare, smeared a wad of cum off of her breast, and smeared it into her pussy. "It was supposed to go there, Daddy," she scolded him. "NO!" John wailed, trying to wipe it out of her. "I can't get you pregnant. This is supposed to be our little secret." The next day was Saturday. John and Athena went to the grocery store to get a few things. They stopped by the pharmacy on the way home. They walked in together, holding hands. John and Athena casually made their way to the condom aisle. A couple from church that they barely associated with saw John continuing to hold Athena's hand as he reached for the condoms. The couple looked at each other strangely and then turned up their noses and walked away. John and Athena shrugged it off. Some church members were hypocritical, so they thought. So, after Athena's mother died, John and Athena had not gone to church since the funeral. *** Two days later around six thirty in the evening, a silver car pulled into the drive. Her Dad looked outside and asked Athena if it was one of her friends. Athena said that it wasn't and that she had never seen the car. A middle-aged woman stepped out of the car. The woman had a name tag, a clipboard, and approached the house in a rather fashionable manner. She knocked on the door. John answered. "I'm here to see a John Oswald," she said. John reached out to shake her hand. She shook his hand with a firm grip. He withdrew his hand. "That's me," he replied. Athena stayed hidden in the background. She wasn't fond of strangers. She wondered who this could be. Was she from a college and wanted Athena to join? Athena had straight a's and was in every club and activity she could get herself into. "My name is Elizabeth Roland. I am from the Brunswick Department of Human Services. I've been called to report to your house concerning your daughter's welfare," she said with a smile, pushing her glasses up off the tip of her nose and studying the house. "I don't think I understand, Mrs. Roland, my daughter, Athena is fine. Her mother died two years ago, but we are managing. Is there a problem that I am not seeing," John asked, confused. "Oh, no, not at all. We have just had a few complaints and with confidentiality procedures, I am not allowed to say who it is, but I can assure you, sir, as of now, you have nothing to worry about. I just have a few simple questions to ask you and your daughter just to make sure everything is ok. May I see your daughter, Mr. Oswald," she asked. "Yes," said John, "I'll go get her." He got up and went to get her. "Athena," he called. John found Athena in her bedroom biting her nails like she always did when she got nervous. She looked as if she was going to cry. "I promise I didn't say anything, Daddy," she said scared to death. "What's she going to do?" "She's not going to do anything, Sweetheart," John assured her. "She can't take my love goddess away. I'll make sure of that." John walked back into the living room with Athena. His arm was resting on her shoulder. Mrs. Roland stood up. "Athena," she announced, "I'm Mrs. Roland. I'm here to see you." She talked to Athena as if she were a child. She reached out her hand to take Athena's. John looked at her strangely. Athena reached and gently grazed Mrs. Roland's hand. Mrs. Roland sat back down in the chair. "Athena are you ok," Mrs. Roland asked. "Are you happy living here alone with your dad," "Yes to both of your questions," Athena responded, confused. "Good," Mrs. Roland announced as she wrote something down on her tablet. "Now, can you tell me about some of these awards you have hanging around here," she said looking around at all of Athena's achievement certificates hanging on the wall. "You must be a very smart girl to have so many awards. I think you have me outnumbered and I went to school for four years to get where I am," she said with a small chuckle. Athena then felt a little bit relieved and went around the room pointing to each one on the wall. It made her feel all the better when her Dad went to get previous ones that were not displayed on the wall off of the shelf, and bragged on his daughter. Athena loved making her Daddy happy. "Good, good, good," exclaimed Mrs. Roland. "You must make your Daddy very proud, don't you Athena." "Yes," she boldly stated. "He makes me very proud, too," she added putting her arm around his shoulder. "Very well," said Mrs. Roland. "I have to ask you just a few more questions and then I'll be through, ok, sweetheart?" "Does your Daddy show you that he is proud of you, I know that question seems stupid, but it is what I am required to ask you," she added. "Yes," said Athena. "He buys me things and encourages me to just keep doing what I'm doing." "What type of things does he buy you," she then asked. "Umm, he buys me clothes, shoes, and my favorite foods. He wants to buy me a car," Athena added excitedly. "Ooh," said Mrs. Roland, excitedly. "Will you buy me one too, please?" Her dad sort of chuckled along with Mrs. Roland's joke. "Now, Athena, may I speak to your Dad alone, please," Mrs. Roland asked. "Yes, Mrs. Roland," Athena answered, politely and got up. "It's ok, Sweetheart, run along now," John said, patting her hand. Athena ran upstairs, and Mrs. Roland focused her attention on John. Athena wondered what her father and Mrs. Roland could be talking about. Why would the Department of Human Services just all of a sudden show up at her house? Athena had not said a word to anyone. "Mr. Oswald, I'm sorry if I have disturbed your Monday evening, but I am required to check on any problems if brought to my attention," Mrs. Roland stated. "That's ok, I'd just love to know what 'problems' I have caused," he admitted to Mrs. Roland. "It is not my job to make accusations or to inflict any doubt or worries," she told him. "Now, have you noticed any signs of depression, fear, or any other signs of stress in Athena, Mr. Oswald?" "Not to my knowledge," he replied. "To me, she is a normal teenager. She goes out with her friends, has fun, and is very active in school." "Great," Mrs. Roland said. "I know that times have been hard since the loss of your wife. Have you been seeing anyone since your loss, as far as maybe girlfriends, or close friends?" "Why," he joked, "Are you interested?" "Why no, Mr. Oswald," she replied, embarrassed. "I just wanted to know that you are getting over your grief in a healthy manner." "Yes," he stated. "I am making it. There have been hard times and all, but everything is fine, I can assure you." Athena watched at the top of the staircase. She listened carefully. She did not want her dad, now, to be interested in any other woman. He was her lover and her lover, he would stay. Soon, Mrs. Roland left, smiling. Athena ran downstairs. "Is everything ok, Daddy," she asked. "You didn't say anything or give any hint did you?" "No, Sweetheart, I didn't let anything slip," he reassured her. Her dad let her know that she would need to stay in the car if he went back to get more condoms, or at least stay at home. John presented Athena with a car the next day. He bought her a new BMW 135i Coupe. She loved it. He also bought her a Blackberry phone where they could keep in touch while she was out and about. John had started putting a little bounce back in his step at work since he and his daughter began having their affair. His co-workers had noticed and loved the happy John. One unfortunate Friday when John had to work a little late, Athena had gone shopping for a new dress at the mall with her friends. Athena went in the fitting room to try on her new dress. While she was in there, she text messaged her dad. Im @the mall trying on my new dress. I love you, but b4 I try it on, I'll send you your fave dress that I wear. His co-worker, Andrew, noticed his phone vibrating away at his desk. John had went to the restroom. He wondered who this new "sweetheart" was that was vibrating his phone. Curiosity took the best of him and he picked up John's Blackberry and read the text message. He looked all around and made sure John was nowhere in sight. A picture message notification flashed on the screen and Andrew's heart started to beat fast when he just knew that he would get a beautiful woman's body on the screen, but much to his surprise, it was John's daughter, Athena, totally nude and smiling. Andrew immediately closed John's Blackberry and placed it back down on the desk. That pervert, he thought. His daughter is his lover. That sick bastard. Andrew picked up the phone again, forwarded the messages to his phone and his computer and deleted where he had sent the messages from John's phone. Then, Andrew immediately returned to his desk and continued about his work as if nothing had ever happened. Andrew turned John's name and the picture into the Department of Human Services. The next day, the police were at John's home as Athena returned home from school. Athena's heart went to beating fast. Her Dad had not returned home from work yet. "What's wrong," Athena began crying as she stepped out of her car. "I'm Officer Wendell, Athena, may I ask where your father is," a police officer ask her. "He's at work, but I don't understand. What is going on," Athena asked with tear filled eyes. "Where does your father work," asked Officer Wendell. "He works at First National Bank of Brunswick," she replied in tears. "She's all your's now, Mrs. Roland. You can pick up the reports in the morning," Officer Wendell instructed as he held out his hand to Athena. He guided Athena to the passenger side of Mrs. Roland's car. Her thoughts raced. She no longer trusted Mrs. Roland. She didn't want to talk to anyone. The police soon arrived at the bank and asked where Mr. John Oswald was. As soon as one of the bank tellers told him, they got aboard the elevator and went to arrest John. "John," said one of the officers, as he handcuffed him, "You are under arrest for the molestation and rape of your daughter, Athena Oswald. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." John didn't know what to say or what to do. The other bank members stared and then looked away in dismay. John was brought to the station. He was questioned by another officer with the nude picture of Athena and the text message on his phone on a projection board behind him in a private room. "Do you recognize this picture and know about this text message, Mr. Oswald," the fat, bald headed officer questioned him. "Yes," said John, "and this is my phone, but there must be some mistake. She probably meant to send it to her boyfriend." "Well," growled the old, fat officer. "She sure mistook your phone for her boyfriend's number for yours a thousand times. We have your phone, Mr. Oswald, he lowly growled. "She's in there a bunch." John was brought before a jury and admitted guilty. He was given two choices, for the sake of not hurting the child. He could either give Athena up for adoption or face a lifetime sentence in prison. He chose to give up Athena for adoption with a broken heart. Athena hugged her daddy goodbye. He could not hug her being handcuffed. They looked at each other with tear-filled eyes, and whispered their I love you's. Mrs. Roland took Athena away to a local orphanage. She was soon put in foster care. Athena's grades began to drop. She no longer committed herself to making anyone happy. She didn't have her Daddy to cheer her on and hold her at night. She would masturbate in bed and imagine his big, hard cock penetrating her tiny pussy to make her happy. Austin and Jeanna Miller adopted Athena. Athena didn't like her new name much, but she had no choice. Austin and Jeanna tried to make Athena happy, but they couldn't. Athena stayed isolated in her room. She didn't want to see them. She wanted her Daddy. She missed her friends and having her Blackberry and her car. Austin and Jeanna didn't feel she needed a phone. They were afraid that she would try to do something unimaginable. Athena soon became a rebellious teenager. She would start fights with Jeanna and Austin. She would arrive home later than her set curfew when she would go out. Some nights when Jeanna would check on Athena while she was asleep, she would toss and turn and then began humping under the covers and lowly moaning. "Daddy, oh Daddy fuck me," she would moan. Jeanna would just shake her head and walk on. One night, Athena desperately needed some good, hard cock. She faked being sick so she could skip going to the movies with her new parents. She picked up the phone and called, Brad Garmond. "Brad I need a big, thick, juicy cock stuck in me," she whispered on the phone. "I've been masturbating over and over again, but I just can't get it to feel like the real thing." "No need to say any more," he replied, hanging up the phone. He immediately drove over. They started kissing at the door, and then passionately started stripping going down the hall. He grabbed her tight ass as they made their way into her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, wet his fingers and started pushing them into her small pussy. "Oh, yes," she moaned, "do it just like that." Brad went down on her as Athena listened for any sounds of her new parents driving up. She clenched her sheets and tugged at them in ecstasy. He started licking her pussy just as her father would do. He then pulled a condom out of his back pocket, opened it eagerly and put it on his penis. It was nowhere as big as her father's, but it would have to do for now. She spread her legs open wide for him, and he bent down and rammed his cock in her pussy. He soon began humping her like a wild animal in heat, holding her legs straight up, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy viciously. "Oh, god, I'm about to cum," Brad shouted. Brad all of a sudden tensed up, and then pumped his cock firm and slow. Athena felt a warm gush against the walls of her pussy. It felt so good, but then Athena came to her senses and immediately pushed Brad off of her. "You bastard," she shouted. "You cummed in me." "No, I didn't," he quickly denied. "Look at your condom, you stupid ass," she said, pointing to his broken condom. "Oh, god," said Brad, "What if you get pregnant? I'm too fucking young to be a dad. I'm only eighteen." Athena threw his clothes at him and pushed him out of her room. "Just get the hell out of here. Your nothing like John," she scolded. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "John? Who's John?" "JUST GET OUT," she scolded and slammed her bedroom door in his face. She heard his truck pull out of the drive and she closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep. Athena covered herself up so that the smell of sex wouldn't linger in the air. Her new parents arrived home around thirty minutes later. Jeanna carefully opened the door to Athena's room and peeked in. Her room was a mess. Jeanna wondered what she could do. In fear of what would go on next, Athena started straightening up her act. She cleaned her room, improved her grades, and soon was given more privileges. After two months, Jeanna noticed that Athena had not been asking for tampons. There was none in her bedroom and none had seemed to be used from the bathroom cabinets other than the ones Jeanna was using. Jeanna came into Athena's room one day after school. "Athena," Jeanna asked, "Is everything ok?" "What do you mean," she asked in return. "Well, I've noticed that you have not had your period," she replied. "Do we need to take you to the doctor?" She paused and thought for a moment. "Well, my periods have always been a bit irregular," she replied. "My Dad was going to put me on birth control before I got taken away." "Well if they're irregular, then we will sure get you regulated," she replied. Athena was took to the doctor the next week. After the doctor done his examination, they were all in for a surprise. The doctor said that there was no need for birth control pills. "Athena, you are seven weeks pregnant," the doctor stated. The ride home was a quiet ride until they got home. Jeanna sat down with Athena on her bedside. "Who was it, Athena," she questioned with motherly concern. "When did it happen? Why didn't you use protection?" "Does it really matter who did it," Athena responded coldly. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you anyway, and duh, it was seven weeks ago, and to your other question: I did use protection. It failed." "I will believe you, Athena, who was it," Jeannna asked, concerned. "It was AUSTIN," Athena blurted, burying her face in her hands, crying even louder. "Oh, my god," Jeanna replied. "This can't be true." "IT IS TRUE," Athena shouted back. "I told you you would not believe me." "You've got to be mistaken," Jeanna replied, standing up and reaching for the door. Austin heard the whole ordeal standing outside of the door. "I swear, I have never layed a finger on that girl," Austin told Jeanna in defense. "You know that." "Just be quiet where I can figure this out," Jeanna told Austin. Sleeping wasn't easy for Athena nor the whole family that night. She didn't want Brad's baby growing inside of her. She wanted her father's. Athena tossed and turned. She finally stopped long enough to look out the window. What would happen if she ran away? Where could she start and when? She now lived in Franklin County- seventy miles away from Brunswick. Athena had no other choice but to see for herself. She opened up the window ever so quickly and quietly. She grabbed what clothes she could out of the closet and shoved them into her bag. Carefully, she climbed out of the window and closed it behind her. She was free- yet, free with no money, no food, and no idea where to go. She took off running down the road and then stayed hidden in the shadows among the highway. After about fifteen minutes of walking, she became tired and weary. She was afraid of hitchhiking, but she would have to get in. Cars were much faster than she could carry herself. She stuck out her thumb and began walking backwards. Her puppy-face eyes looked into every dark windshield they could searching for someone who would be gracious enough to take her home. A white pick-up truck picked her up. A gruff looking man was inside. "Where you headed on this dark night," he asked her in a gruff voice. "Brunswick. Do you know where that is," she asked firmly. "Sure do, ma'm," he said. "We are on our way." They pulled into a dark secluded cul-de-sac drive and he stepped out into the night in front of a run down shack. "Wait," Athena shouted from inside the vehicle. "I thought you were taking me to Brunswick." "Well," said the man. "It's a long way. We need some rest before doing that." His rugged boots sloshed up the walkway and clomped up the concrete block steps. His coat was warn and had holes and his jeans were worn and old. He smelled awful, but this is was the only option she had. She thought about taking off running and refusing his "haven of rest," but she was tired. Pregnancy does that. What Athena didn't realize was that this stranger was drunk and he was violent as hell when he was. As soon as she stepped inside, he slapped her across her face and grabbed her by her ponytail. Athena screamed, but he threatened to kill her if she breathed another word. He kicked her ass and made her fall to the floor. "Get in my room, you little whore," he gruffly told her, picking up a half full Milwaukee bottle and guzzling down its last contents. He picked her up by her pajamas off of the floor and pushed her to his bed. By the time he got to his room he had jerked his pants down as well as his briefs and had a hard-on. He shoved her over on the bed, bending her over and pulled down her pajama bottoms and her panties. He slapped her on the ass hard. Athena's eyes were filled with tears. "Ha, you little slut," he yelled so blatantly. "I've been wanting a fine little ass like this." He rammed his cock into her pussy and still holding on to his empty beer bottle. He fucked her and rammed his cock into her repeatedly until he was completely out of energy and then collapsed over onto the bed. He was completely passed out. Athena jerked her pants up and got out of the house. She opened up the door to his truck, grabbed her bag, and began running again. She ran and ran with tear filled eyes until she reached a park. She climbed up the fence, and found a bench and cried herself to sleep with her bag clenched in her fist. She was awakened the next morning by an old man with a cane. "Miss, Miss, excuse me, Miss," he tapped her on her shoulder. Athena gasped in horror, and sat up immediately. "It's ok, Miss, I'm not gonna hurt ya," he explained to her. "Get away from me," Athena responded in fear. She could not bear to look at another old man after last night. However, this one seemed to be in his eighty's and was clean shaven. He reminded her of her grandfather. "May I take you somewhere," he questioned her. "No, no," she responded, still trembling. "I don't need anyone to take me anywhere." "Why my dear, you are trembling," he told her, noticing her quivering hands. "Please let me help you." "I don't trust anyone right now," Athena responded. "Why Miss, you can trust me. I have grandchildren your age. I wouldn't hurt them at all," he tried to reassure her. "I don't know, but thank you, sir. I better be going," she said walking away from him. "I'll be praying for you, Miss," he called out as she ran out the park gate. Athena couldn't be seen by authorities. Back at the Miller household, Jeanna didn't know what to do when she found Athena gone the next morning. As she reached for the phone to call the authorities, Austin grabbed the phone away from her. "Are you crazy," he asked her. "Let the little bitch have her way. I don't mean to be cold-hearted to any child, but you personally heard her in there last night. I don't want her back- this isn't what I ask for when I asked for a daughter. I asked for a sweet little girl. I didn't want one who would ruin my marriage." Jeanna put the phone back down. Someone would find Athena. She had no phone, no money, no car, and she would end up at some abuse clinic. Athena would learn her lesson. Athena waited during the day behind restaurants to see if just anyone would throw out a good bit of food. There was one Italian restaurant custodian who did feel sorry for her and gave her her lunch. She thanked her. She felt so sorry for her. Athena used to only read about bums who begged like she did in story books. She never believed that she would be there. At night she would curl up behind garbage bens or sleep in a local park. One night a black man found her curled up behind the garbage bens. He could tell she was pregnant, and had always wanted to fuck a young pregnant pussy. He started beating her and telling her that she was worthless and that she would do great as his little whore. He told her that his name was "B" and that he could get plenty off of her little white ass doing tricks. He had a big black Escalade, and he had gold plated teeth and a little star etched in his left front one. B wore big chains and looked much like a rap star. Athena was once again made to submit. She made thousands of dollars for the next few weeks for B. B's friend, LaTrina braided Athena's long blonde hair into rows and dressed her in a tight mini-skirt and tanktops. B figured Athena could get no work done in her raggedy ass pajama bum clothes. As Athena climbed into the back of an eighty-seven Cadillac one day, the man she was made to do whipped out his cock. Athena's eyes grew wide with fear. His cock must to have been that of a horse's, from her point-of-view. She backed herself up to the other side of the car. "Come here, you chicken shit," he called to her. "Come over here and take this cock or I'll beat the shit out of you." "No, I can't do that," she exclaimed with fear. "I have a baby inside." "Oh yeah and that damn baby will love having my cum all over its fucking little face," he sassed her, pulling her by her cornrows to him. "NOOOO," Athena wailed as she was pulled on top of his cock and forced down on it as if she were nothing but a fuck toy. The man beat Athena and threw her out of his car onto the emergency room parking lot and sped off into the night. Athena was so tired. She knew in her tired mind that she had lost the baby growing inside of her from the damage this man's cock could of done. If she didn't lose the baby from his size, she knew that she would lose it from stress. Athena staggers inside the hospital covered in blood. The nurses immediately come to her rescue as they sit her down in a wheelchair. She told the nurses no more than she was mugged and raped and, wanting to remain anonymous, she gave the nurses one of her old friend's name. The nurses treated her, took care of her, and upon release they gave her a phone call to call her parents. That was all Athena needed. She called her father and he immediately drove over to pick his young daughter up. It was a long ride home. The rain beat down on the windshield. She clenched his hand tight and fell asleep with it in hers. He picked his lovely daughter up and carried her inside. While she was asleep, he read her discharge papers and understood that his daughter had a D&C. "Damn," he said to himself. He so much wanted to make love to her, but knew that he could in a matter of weeks, and not only that. There was so much more in store. During the course of that time, Athena would turn eighteen. He would soon take her under her new name to the courthouse, apply for a marriage license and give his love goddess what she really wanted- him and her old name back. END I spend hours writing these stories and would love to know that I am not wasting my time. Please give me some feedback. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 63