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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "The Replacement" (Mg, incest) Chapt 2
Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 08:10:06 -0400
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     I was pretty sore after having been loved like that and Daddy offered
no sympathy at all, instead he smiled allot and made certain I was properly
teased, how could I not love this man?  Anyway, I fetched the laundry and
washed the clothes, bed sheets and everything I could wash, rinsed it all
and took everything out to the clothes lines.  I sang a little song as I
hung up the wash, glad to be alive and in love.  When I finished and
returned to the house, Daddy was sitting at the kitchen table in tears.  I
did not have to ask what had happened, mommy was dead and I knew it.  He
held out his arms for me and I rushed into them as he held me tight and
released a lifetime of pent up emotions.  I did not cry, I had no more tears
for her, I watched her die at home and lay there dying in the hospital, and
I was all cried out.  Now that she was gone I felt only relief for myself,
but my Daddy had finally lost his wife and I could not know how that felt
for him.  All I could do was to love him the way he needed and be my mother'
s replacement.

     I don't like funerals, everyone is so somber and miserable, and it just
takes the fun out of life.  Okay, she suffered and died, we are all going to
die someday, and this was her time.  I could live with that.  She raised me
to be independent and to think for myself, to see the tasks ahead and take
them on one by one until I was either finished or beaten.  It was 1938 and I
was young but no child any longer, and my Daddy, pardon me, my Dad needed me
badly, even it he did not know it yet.  The old single spinsters hanging
around him poking food into his face made me sick and I wanted to kick all
of them in the shins, the very idea of it all, he was my man, forever.

My dress was black, hand made by Mrs. McFarland, and consisted of a lower
skirt with an elastic waist and an upper skirt that covered only half of the
lower skirt and would rest three inches above my knees if I took the lower
skirt off.  She was no fool I guess, and I think she knew what I wanted, and
probably why I wanted it.  So she made the dress to be for the funeral and
for afterward when I was alone with Daddy again.  I saw no need to waste any
time with those old hussies.  I took off my lower skirt and Mrs. McFarland
was quick to fetch it from me.

     "Oh look Sam, she's going to show all of them that he belongs to her,
it's so darling, don't you think?"

     Samuel did not say anything, the little girl's legs and the parts of
her thighs that he could see were flawless and so smooth and youthful she
did not require stockings.  The look was absolutely breathtaking to him, and
he had never even realized just how beautiful a little girl could be.  The
quiet of his mind reviewed his own daughters and imagined what they must
look like, knowing full well he would never see anything like this again.

     I walked over to my Daddy and asked him if it was not time to go home
now.  He took one look at me and hoisted me up with one powerful arm to hold
me like the little girl I was.  I smiled at the wicked spinsters and they
backed off in a hurry.  Daddy kissed me real nice and thanked me for chasing
off the wolves.  I giggled and he laughed like a grown man should.

     That night the rains came, along with thunder and lightening, and the
milk cows were still grazing and not in the barn.  Amidst the downpour,
Daddy and I brought them in to safety and dried them off.  We were soaked
and suddenly he looked at me in a way I had never seen before, he wanted me
then and there, here and now.  And while the cows chewed their cuds, Daddy
took me again and again, the both of us naked and rolling in the soft hay.
Maybe we would itch for a week, but right now we didn't care, we only wanted
each other, desperately.

     Mrs. McFarland came over with a hearty beef stew that smelled heavenly
and two heavy loaves of fresh baked bread, still warm from the oven.  She
smiled and looked me over and asked how I was doing, then said never mind,
she already knew.  Daddy and I thanked her and it did not occur to me that I
was almost naked with my Daddy's sperm running down my thighs and legs.

     "Didn't think you two would have much time to think about fixing
supper, but both man and child must eat to keep up their strength."

     She smiled again and with a wink, went home.  I sat on Daddy's lap and
let him feed me while he adored my body.

     Amanda McFarland, puttered in her kitchen setting her table for supper,
the children already fed.  The older one's out doing final chores before
bed, the two younger girls sat by the fire and played with blocks of wood,
building dreams only they could understand.  Samuel came into the kitchen,
took off his hat displaying his farmer's tan, washed his face and hands
after he had pumped the water pump and finally sat down to supper.  The
hearty stew made his mouth water and the smell of the fresh bread was
something he had loved since being a boy.  He gave Grace and began to eat.
Amanda toyed with her food, swirling her fork among the potatoes and peas.
Samuel knew she had something on her mind, and this was ruining his supper,
which to him was a time of solitude to enjoy God's bounty.

     "My God woman, what is it?  Can't I eat in peace in my own home?  Out
with it woman!"

     "Sam, you ever think about our daughters?"

     "Course I think about them, I'm a father and I worry about feeding them
and clothing them!  What is your meaning, woman?"

     "Sam, do you ever think about wanting them, well, sexually?"

     "My God Amanda, have you lost your mind?  How in all creation's name
can you ask me something like that?  They are little girls, or have you
forgotten that?"

     "Sam, you didn't answer my question, and God already knows the truth,
now why don't you tell me the truth?"

     Samuel looked down at his plate, he was no longer hungry.  He hung his
head low onto his mighty chest and began to cry.  His gasping for breath
between the tears was something Amanda had never seen before in her husband,
and now for the first time she was looking a the man she loved and married
in a new light.  He regained his composure for a moment and simply said,
yes.  Amanda swallowed hard and began eating with renewed hunger as her
husband stared at her waiting for the world, his world to end.  It was his
turn now to push the peas around the potatoes with his fork.



End of Chapter 2

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