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Subject: "THE BEST POLICY" - PART SEVEN

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MERRILL, CASTLE AND GRAY (UK)
Adult Books On the Internet
"THE BEST POLICY"

Revealing and dealing with often unthought-of side-
issues thrown up in the wake of incest, part of the
true-account `Case-Book Series', "The Best Policy" is a
full-length, ten-part, full-length `docurama'. For a
full list of other accounts in this series, see e-mail
details below.

The story:

Whilst staying with the family of his happily-married
daughter, Pam, caught in compromising circumstances at
the bedside of his grand-daughter, Paula, to Steven's
great surprise, after a family conference where a
promise is extracted from him that he will mention the
incident to no-one, he is permitted to stay. That
evening, 12-yr-old Paula attempts to seduce him and
Steven discovers the motive for the promise - his son-
in-law, Roger, is involved in a sexual relationship with
her.

The following morning, confessing she also finds the
prospect of incestuous love very appealing, Pam tells
her father that the marriage is a sham, and concerned
Paula is running wild, whilst thinking of leaving Roger,
she is desperately unhappy. Steven agrees to help.

Meantime, sensing a threat from his father-in-law's
presence and although resisted by Pam, Roger has changed
his mind.

Is Steven's attitude right that loving his family is

"THE BEST POLICY"

(Chapter Seven)

As Steven entered the drawing-room, Roger jumped up
with a glare and stormed out. Listening with head to
one side, Pam followed his footsteps thumping up the
stairs and with a slam of the door, enter Paula's
bedroom. Anxiously, she looked at her father. "Which
room is Paula in?"

"Fast asleep in her own bed," smiled Steven, sitting
down. Seeing Pam's questioning stare, he shook his
head. "No," he said. "This is one step at a time.
She is, however, happily exhausted. It's very unlikely
she will welcome Roger's attentions."

"But you didn't...?", enquired Pam.

"No, I didn't have to," said Steven. He smiled again.
"Though she is currently a very contented young lady."
He looked up. "Do you know she has never had an
orgasm?"

Surprised, Pam's eyes opened wide.

Steven grimaced. "It's unbelievable, isn't it?
Roger's been screwing her for four years, and in all
that time, she's done everything he's wanted, but he has
never made everything come right for her. He's well
and truly used her."

"That does it. Damn Roger!" Disbelievingly, Pamela
shook her head. "What a pity. I've never ever
thought about it. Of all the times he's had sex with
her, I went along with it because she always seemed
happy enough. I thought she was getting as much from
it as he."

"Naturally. Give a child a sweet and it will be
happy," said Steven. "Little wonder the poor girl is as
she is. Never appreciating happier and better sweets
exists, she's settled for what she's been told is the
best sweetie available? And how to get it! Had our
Roger looked after his daughter's emotions instead of
him own, she would be a very adoring, happy little girl.
Now she knows what it feels like, I think all he has is
problems". Hearing running feet on the staircase, he
added, "However, we shall soon find out."

Almost on cue, the door burst open and glaring, an
angry Roger demanded, "What have you done to Paula?

"Why, is there anything up with her?", Steven amiably
enquired.

Roger snorted. "You know damn well! She's sleeping
the sleep of the dead! She can scarcely talk to me".

Solicitous, Pam looked up. "Leave her as she is then,
Roger".

Undecided, Roger stared at them, then suddenly turning
on his heel, stomping along the hallway and slamming the
front-door behind him, went out. "Exit the Demon
King", murmured Steven.

As the sound of Roger's car faded in the distance, Pam
rose and dropping a kiss on his head, perched herself on
the arm of Steven's chair. "Roger's gone to drown his
sorrows." She arranged herself comfortably. "You're
really a clever old devil!"

"Not at all", said Steven, grinning. "Roger sees
himself as being deprived of something he wanted. He
is doing all of this to himself. Most father's would
be happy to think their daughter was pleasantly tired
from the day's exertions, enjoying an early night and
leave it at that". Looking up, he looked fondly at his
daughter. "And you've had a busy day, as well." He
suddenly gave her a big grin. "Had any more thoughts
on becoming pregnant by your old Dad?"

"Don't tease", Pam grimaced and then smiled
sheepishly. "I can't believe I was really so stupid."

"Oh, I'm glad you mentioned it. Look how things have
improved since then!" Savouring its firmness, Steven
patted her thigh. "It was a cry for help, that's all.
I never realised you were so unhappy. I should have."

"Why?", asked Pam. "The truth be told, until you
took a hand in things, I never knew I was. Happiness
was when I hadn't got a broken leg."

Happily recalling their closeness of that morning, as
Steven gazed up at her, suddenly drawn to him, their
tongues touching, Pamela pressed her lips firmly on his.
Wriggling, she slid from the arm of the big chair and
landed on his lap. "I love you, Dad," she whispered.

Enjoying its fullness through her brassiere, Steven's
hand cradled her breast. "That's a very two-sided
arrangement," he said.

Her abdomen beginning to glow, inwardly shivering as
one-by-one she felt them being undone, Pam snuggled
closer as Steven's free hand slowly picked at the
buttons of her blouse. "Ooh, Daddy, what are you
doing?" she giggled.

"Nothing whatsoever I should be", smiled Steven. "Do
you know, I do believe there are laws laws against this
type of thing." The last button opening, his hand slid
along the cool skin of his daughter's bare midriff.

Momentarily tensing as his finger ticklingly probed
her navel, Pam's vagina began to thrill. "Oh dear.
And what laws are they?" she asked.

Working at the waistband of her skirt, untucking her
blouse, Steven said, "Oh, there is sure to be one about
a father undressing his daughter." The lacy blouse
fell open.

Pam asked in a low, little-girl voice, "And are you
going to break the law for me, Daddy?"

Slipping further round, Steven's fingers ran up and
down her vertebrae. "What, the one against fathers
kissing a daughter's tits? Who, me?" His fingers
crept up towards the clip of her brassiere. "Never!"

"Oh, Daddy! What is your hand doing?" Pam's nose
slowly rubbed against his ear and her voice was low.
"You're not going to undo my bra, are you? That would
be a very naughty thing to do to me, Daddy. Surely, it
must be against the law?"

"No, definitely not." Spreading his fingers, Steven
caught the silky strap and deftly closing them, as the
clip fell apart, a wash of warmth suddenly rose from
Pam's uncased breasts. Sliding his other hand under
the soft globe of flesh, Steven played with her suddenly
pebble-like nipples. "But this definitely is."

Feeling Steven's penis start to expand, visions of its
fabulous length and lazy jets of sperm arcing from it
quickening her heart-beat, Pam gave a big sigh as her
father fondled her. She slowly kissed him. "Are you
going to take me to bed?"

"A little later, my darling", said Steven quietly.
"Right now, we are almost there, and it would be a pity
to spoil things by rushing the last hurdles." Rolling
a nipple between his fingers, beneath his touch, it
swelled again. Easing her to an upright position,
Pam's delicious white orb only inches in front of him,
he laid back the gaping blouse. Slipping the taut
nipple between his lips, as his hand caressed its heavy
mate, he gently sucked.

Gazing down, pressing herself towards him, her arm
sliding round his head, fondly watching as Steven's
tongue flicked across the wrinkled surface of her
nipple, Pam caught her breath with a hiss. "Oh, Daddy,
that's so lovely, it must be against one of those laws."

Leaving her nipple, Steven rabbit-nipped the soft skin
of Pam's aureole. Looking up at her, he smiled.
"Just the odd three or four", he said.

Pushing her blouse out of the way, half-turning and
lifting her brassiere, Pam's hands cupped her firm, full
breasts and offered them to his mouth. Husky, her
voice had a catch in it. "Please, break the law again,
Daddy."

With each suck, her eyes closed, Pam's head slowly
lifted. Drawing down to pink button-like nipples,
kissing one and then the other, in turn drawing them
into his mouth and giving short, firm sucks, Steven's
tongue rolled around each bud until, wet with saliva,
they were fat and blood-red with excitement.

Tightly grasping both mounds, Steven's fingers deeply
and firmly screwed into malleable breast. Slowly
kneading, producing a sharp hiss as Pam's breaths came
in shorter and shorter gasps, his teeth tugged each
nipple in turn. Her buttocks beginning to grind on his
stiff erection, each relentless nipping assault on the
tender flesh of her aureoles and graceful under-sides of
the globes unleashing tickling, electric shivers in her
abdomen, Pamela dimly felt liquid suddenly flood her
vagina. "But Daddy, you mustn't break the law!"

"I wont". Pam's body stiffened as beard-stubble
roughly scraped screamingly-sensitive nipple. "And
before long, very often, I'm not going to break the
biggest of them all."

Sucking teeth holding red plumpness, Steven cruelly
nipped again. Breasts squashed against his face, Pam
throatily murmured, "I'd love you not breaking the law,
Daddy." Straining upwards in a groan, as her long neck
revealed itself, Steven's lips rose to her shoulder.
Feeling the slight sting as teeth delicately penetrated
soft skin, her back arching as she gave a soft mew, as
he slowly licked salty blood, she quivered. "Tell me
what other laws you aren't going to break?" she
whispered.

"Lots of them." Licking at the hollows, Steven's
tongue firmly slithered up and down her throat. "Those
protecting a daughter from her father's loving
attentions. There's the law stopping him from playing
with her pussy and licking her clitoris whenever he
wants. I'm not going to break that one" Slowly, the
ridges on the ball of his thumb scraped her nipple.
"Then there's the law saying fathers cannot take their
daughter's knickers off. I really must remember not to
break that one." His mouth touching the smidgen of
blood oozing from her shoulder, at his sudden,
unexpectedly strong, long suck, tingling fire flashed
across Pam's skin. In delighted evasion, her shoulder
hunched against her tilted head as he said, "And
fathers definitely mustn't break the one about not
parting his daughter's legs and fucking her."

As the mental image struck home, Pam's belly excitedly
lurched. "Please Daddy, do them to me. I want it
more than I've ever done."

Bringing shivers to her spine, Steven's tongue-tip
stroked under Pam's ear. "But it's against the law, my
darling one. You must push me away, you must say
`no,no'! at the top of your voice."

As his drying tongue lingeringly traced a delicious
path along the hair-line at the back of her neck, beset
by shivering thrills, Pam's head cringed away. "But
Daddy, I want to say `yes, yes'." Her voice normal,
she breathed, "I've come to realise I've wanted it for
a long, long time." As her head turned, their lips
brushed together and she gave him a long, long kiss.
"Do me, Daddy" she whispered breathlessly. "Now!
Please!"

"I've wanted to for such a long time," said Steven.
"Everything happening over the last few days has only
made me realise I've wanted you for years and years".
Still cupping her breast, he sat back and regarded her.
"Somewhere, you stopped being a daughter and became
someone I loved as a woman. I don't know where it was
and how it happened, and every part of me says it
shouldn't have. But it has."

Content that fulfilment was only a matter of time,
accepting his lead, Pam relaxed and child-like, curled
up in his lap. Snuggling close, she murmured, "I'm
glad. You're being offered everything a man can
desire, and providing you promise to accept, you can
pick your own time and place.

"In the last two or three days, a lot has come clear.
I know my own mind, and exactly what I am doing. I'm
happier and more hopeful about the future than ever
before, and it is all thanks to you."

"It's a big step", said Steven thoughtfully.
"Without thinking of going to bed with you, I'd do
whatever I must out of love for you and Paula, you know
that? You don't have to commit incest to show you are
grateful."

Sitting upright in his lap, Pam stared at him. "But
I'm not!", she said. "That's not the reason. You're
everything I want in a man. Just as a husband and father
should be. I don't see it as incest! To me, it's
love!"

"Call it what you like though, it's still a
commitment", said Steven. "Your parting from Roger is
a big enough step. At your stage in life, you ought to
be thinking of going out and finding another husband.
And a father for Paula."

"'Found him!" retorted Pam. "I've thought it all
through. As far as the world is concerned, I shall be
a divorcee whose father lives with her. There is
nothing unusual about that, in fact, it makes very good
sense." Stroking his face, she softly smiled. "That
he shares my bed is something no-one else need know."

Looking away with a strained look, Steven sighed.
"Aren't you forgetting Paula?"

"In what way?", asked Pam, wonderingly. "She can
have her choice. She's old enough to make up her own
mind and if she wishes to go with Roger, I won't say
no."

"I was more thinking of how we would all get along
together, if she chooses to live with you," said Steven,
meaningly.

"You mean, how I'm likely to react if all three of us
become involved with each other?", replied Pam. "Oh, I
know what you are wondering. But we have to face
issues as they stand.

"Let's face it, because of her father's interest in
her, Paula is no ordinary 12-year old. She's already
had more sex than most girls experience by the age of
20, and the fact it was her father doing her only
complicates things even further". Pam gave a little
shrug. "So my daughter knows more than most girls of
her age, and she isn't likely to want to stop now. In
any case, it wouldn't be good for her. Granted it is a
bizarre problem, it requires a bizarre solution.

"So if she stays with us and you've done your part
properly, she'll look to her loving Grand-father to take
her father's place, and if that extends to her bed and
between her legs, then that's how it must be. It won't
perturb me, not one little bit." Pam leant forward and
kissed Steven's nose. "Providing I get my share, you
old rogue."

Steven's eyebrows arched doubtfully. "Let alone the
girl's mother, it's asking a lot from any woman. Are
you sure?" he asked. "Absolutely positive? If there
is the remotest possibility of it eventually causing
trouble, I'd rather say `no' now. I wouldn't hurt
either of you for the world."

"Certain! All I want is my daughter and father
happy," said Pam confidently. "And if to secure that,
they make love to each other, then so be it!" She
grinned at him. "I'm in no position to grumble, I want
him myself!" Smiling, she stared at him. "There!
Does that satisfy you?"

"I suppose it will have to," grinned Steven. "You
said it clearly enough. As you say, it is a bizarre
situation. But everyone will be as happy as
circumstances allow. And that's..."

"...the best policy," Pam finished with a smile.
"D'you know, I'm really beginning to believe you are
right?" Unexpectedly rising and clipping her brassiere
together, she tucked her blouse back in her skirt.
Suddenly business-like, she looked at her father.
"Now, I'll make an arrangement with you."

All attention, Steven sat up. Glowing with warmth,
Pamela's eyes steadily gazed at him. "Now, as far as
Paula's welfare is concerned, you have my fullest
permission and co-operation. You do what you have to
do, for her, with her and to her. After that, Roger
and I will sort out a few things and then we can get on
with life. How's that?"

Steven scrambled to his feet. "Aye, aye, ma'am!"
Clicking his heels, he grinned as his knuckle touched
his forehead. "Permission to square away to the upper
deck and see to the welfare of the rest of the crew,
ma'am?"

Glancing at the wall-clock, Pam thought for a moment.
"Roger won't be back until the bar throws him out."
For a moment studying him, smiling, she said,
"Permission granted!" On his way to the door, as Steven
went to pass her, kissing his cheek, she caught his arm.
"Whenever it happens, make it good for her, Dad." And
then, more brightly, she said, "Or else I'll throw you
in the brig and make you walk the plank!"

Pausing for a moment, their eyes locked, Steven's hand
fondled Pam's cheek. Suddenly turning her head,
looking at him from under her eye-lashes, kissing his
palm, she said. "Well, what are you hanging about for?
Get about your duties."

The curtains at the open-window gently fluttering in
the warm evening breeze as, making his way to her bed-
side, Steven silently let himself in Paula's bedroom.
Peacefully-resting as it shaped itself through the
single-sheet covering her, she stirred as he gazed down
on her, following her body-form. One long leg
carelessly bent at the knee, the other stretched out
before her, he looked at the slow curve of her abdomen
where the sheet pooched across the hypnotic `V' of her
vulva. White shoulders clear of the bed-clothes,
slight young breasts steadily rose and fell as she
breathed, and falling across her forehead and clear,
untroubled face, long hair touched long-lashed eyes. A
slim nose led to the makings of the full Cupid's bow of
her lips, slightly parted to reveal even cream-coloured
teeth.

Steven sighed; without doubt, his grand-daughter was
going to break many a male heart. Now knowing the
background to her life, and because of it, aware he
loved her even more dearly, powering a protective desire
to shield her from what he knew would be emotional
vicissitudes of the next few days, a feeling of strength
arose within him.

Instinctively realising Paula would soon need a
reliable prop of emotional security, a plateau of peace
upon which she could stand whilst deciding her future,
gently moving stray wisps of hair away from her eyes and
mouth, he sat on the edge of the bed. Stirring as his
fingers touched her, Paula's eyelids flickered, then
with a little startled scream, her eyes opened wide, but
recognising Steven, her head relaxed back on the pillow.
"Oh, I thought it was Daddy." Hugging him, suddenly
sitting up, her voice muffled against his chest, she
said, "Oh, I do love you, Grandad!"

His arms round her, Steven kissed her hair. "That's
good," he said. "You mother sent me up to see how you
were."

Paula looked at him anxiously. "Did you tell her
what you did to me?"

"Sort of". Steven smiled reassuringly, with a
gentle finger, giving the tip of her nose a little
wiggle. "Don't fret, my little love. Mummy's quite
happy about it".

"Good". Paula wriggled contentedly. "Grandad, it
was a marvellous feeling when you did it. It was the
first time ever I've felt like that. Can it always
be like that?"

"Usually. It should do". Pleased with her obvious
happiness over he first orgasm, Steven stroked Paula's
hair. "Sometimes, it's even better. When it's
happening, it depends on just who you are trying to make
happy."

"What do you mean?" Paula was thoughtful.

"Well, if a person is making love to someone else, the
feelings they get are marvellous. But if they are only
doing it for what it means to them, it's nowhere near as
good."

Paula frowned. "Daddy only does it for himself".

"I know." Understanding Roger didn't need anyone
causing his daughter's disaffection for him, Steven
remained silent.

Paula looked up at him. "What are you going to do,
Grandad? Are you going to move away from us again?"

"No, I don't think so. Your mother other has ideas
in that direction", said Steven cheerfully. "But you
may find Daddy moves out for a little while".

Paula was dismayed. "But I want everyone to stay
here together", she wailed.

Steven gave her a squeeze. "It's not always
possible. But who would you prefer to be happy, just
you? Or Mummy and Daddy?"

"Oh, them of course, silly," Paula readily replied and
Steven smiled to himself. "Will they make me go with
Daddy?"

"Why, do you want to?" This needs careful handling,
thought Steven.

"Mmm...". Child-like, resting her chin in a cupped
hand, Paula thoughtfully frowned as she leant on a bent
knee. "I don't think so...but I don't want to make
Daddy unhappy".

"Whatever happens, that doesn't have to be the case".
Steven pulled her close to him. "Whoever you stay
with, Mummy or Daddy, providing you show you love them
and see plenty of them, the other one will be perfectly
happy. If you look at it that way, except for one of
them not living in the same house as you, nothing really
changes. You still love them the same, and they love
you".

Paula visibly cheered up. And then frowned. "Daddy
will want me to go with him. He'll make a great fuss
of me, but after a little while, he'll be getting on
with his business and I'll be on my own". Her voice
lowered. "He'll want me to go with him so he can keep
fucking me".

Saddened by such young cynicism, Steven asked, "Do you
want that?"

"No!" Paula shook her head. "I don't want him to do
it any more."

"Why not?", asked Steven.

"Daddy just wants to do it to me to keep his thing
happy". Eyes wide, Paula turned to him. "He doesn't
really care for me".

"Now, now," said Steven, gently. "You know he does
really."

"No, he doesn't." Paula turned away, her voice
becoming sharp. "And I don't care for him!"

"Yes you do. And you always will," said Steven
firmly. "If your mother and father do part, give it a
little while and Daddy will work things out for himself.
In the meantime, keep loving him like a daughter should
and it will help him a lot".

Pacified, Paula was thinking again. "Grandad, if
Mummy and Daddy split up, will you be taking care of
her?"

"Yes", said Steven. "If she wants me to".

Paula grinned. "She will". Her eyes opened wide.
"Grandad, will you make love to her?"

"Is that what you want?", asked Steven

"Yes. Well, I mean, I want you to. As well as me,
that is." Steven's arm around her shoulder, Paula
snuggled closer to him. "No-one could make us feel so
happy as you. Daddy doesn't. Make Mummy feel like
you made me, I mean".

"Well, I don't know," said Steven, stroking his chin.

Bouncing round on the bed, Paula earnestly looked at
him. "Please, Grandad! I'll make it worth your
while! I'll be a good girl. Just like you want me to
be."

"And how do you propose to do that?"

"Like this!" Throwing back the bed-sheet, her bare
breasts exposed, swinging herself onto all fours and
sexily waggling her bottom at him, a grinning, eager
Paula turned onto her front. Steven's penis
involuntarily jerked as his eyes were magnetically drawn
to the pink, vertical slit spreading itself in the
cathedral arch of labia-lips. "Do it to me, Grandad!"

Exerting much self-control, after a few seconds,
Steven said quietly, "No, Paula, that's not the way of
things. That's something a person does because they
love someone, not to earn what they want". He patted
Paula's smooth, curved rump "I'd make Mummy as happy
as I can without your doing that".

Spinning round in disbelief and sitting, Paula's
hostile eyes stared at him. "Oh! OK., then, I'll go
and live with Daddy!"

Refusing to be bullied, relaxing again, Steven smiled
cheerfully. "If that is what you want, that's
perfectly all right by everyone. It's entirely up to
you". Whistling tunelessly, he quietly glanced away
from her.

Realising Steven had called her bluff, after a few
minutes of glowering at her knees, Paula's petulance
faded. "I don't really want to go with Daddy, Grandad.
I'd much rather stay here with Mummy". She looked up
at him. "And I want her to be happy".

Leaning towards her, Steven gave her a kiss. "That's
better, young lady. Thinking that way, everyone will
be happy".

"Will you be?"

Crossing his legs, Steven leant back on one elbow.
"Oh yes, providing everyone else is, I am. As long as
you are doing what your heart really want to do, I'll go
along with it". He looked into Paula's eyes. "But
first and foremost, a twelve-year old girl has to
realise she is a twelve-year old girl and start putting
the people around her first".

Dropping her gaze, Paula said, "Mmm, I know. I was
silly". She looked up. "But I'm confused. You don't
want me to do things for you".

"Oh, and who says that?"

"Well, do you?" Paula's voice was puzzled.

"After you have done everything you can for everyone
else, yes!" said Steven, patiently. "Then I can love
you properly, as you want me to".

The concept catching her attention, Paula was
interested. "So if I look after Mummy, you'll love me?"
she asked wonderingly.

"Way to go!" said Steven with a laugh. "Afterwards,
I'll love you as you have loved them. But you can
always have cuddles in between".

"Oh yes!" Rising to her knees, Paula's slender body
came towards him. Putting her arms around his neck,
she deliberately pressed her nakedness against him.
Resisting the urge to fondle her buttocks, as she gave
him a lingering kiss, once again, Steven exerted great
will-power over his hands and rising erection. "Nice
things get done for nice people when they are nice, " he
said.

"You're nice!" said Paula promptly. "Can I do nice
things to you?"

"Do what things?" enquired Steven.

Running the length of his obviously bulging erection,
Paula's slim fingers dropped to his lap. "This!", she
grinned.

As warm tightness throbbingly flowed up his groin and
into his pelvis, on the verge of giving way to desire,
Steven's face grimaced in concentration. Sensing
success, her grip slowly tightening, Paula's fingers
sought his penis but the grin reminded Steven of his
target and within him, resolve strengthened.
Afterwards! It might be a nuisance, but it was the
best policy!

The following morning, her face lighting-up as Steven
entered the kitchen, Pam was cooking breakfast. Giving
him a beaming smile, she kissed him warmly. "Roger's
stormed off to his office. Big troubles this morning.
He is insisting you leave. I told him no."

Steven's lips pursed. "I didn't want things to happen
so fast and in this way. It's a pity."

Placing a full plate in front of him, Pam shrugged.
"That's OK. The bubble had to burst sometime, so now
is as good a time as any."

Sipping his coffee, Steven looked up at her. "How's
Paula?", he asked.

Pam grinned. "I don't know what you said to her, but
today, she is quiet, dreamy and with a happy little
smile on her face. It drove Roger up the wall. She's
gone for a skating-lesson."

In an atmosphere of warm, companionable, togetherness,
father and daughter cleared their plates. Just as they
were finishing, the door opened, and to the surprise of
them both, Paula entered.

Rising to greet her, Pamela said, "But why are you
home?" She gave Paula a big hug and a kiss.

"I suddenly didn't feel like my skating-lesson. I
wanted to be with you both."

"That's good. When you are around me, I feel happy".
Appreciatively, Steven eyed Paula up and down.
Emphasised by red skating-figures, a woollen, white
jumper clung to her figure, and rising proudly over her
buttocks, the bright red of her skating skirt matched
the colour of her cheeks. Lower, the short garment
gave way to long, shapely legs encased in brown skating
tights. "You look good enough to love," he remarked.

As her mother smilingly looked on, her hand fondly
resting on his shoulder, Paula moved to Steven's chair.
Deliberately dragging his fingers up the cleft between
her buttocks, he slid an arm round her waist as,
chuckling, she kissed the top of his head.

Hearing Roger's car pulling up in the drive outside
the window, looking enquiringly up at her, Steven asked,
"Have you made up your mind what you want to do?"
Paula nodded.

Aware of apprehension clouding his daughter's face,
Steven glanced over at Pam, his lips forming into a
silent kiss as he winked. Tension visibly draining,
she suddenly grinned as the rear door of the house
opened and Roger entered. Glaring at Steven, he said
tersely. "Get your things Paula. Until Grandad moves
out, we're staying with Grandmother".

There was a long silence and then, looking at him,
Paula calmly said, "No!"

Surprised, Roger's eyes opened-wide. "What do you
mean? Do as you're told"

Paula glanced at her mother. "I want to stay with
Mummy. And Grandad".

Roger went red in the face. "Oh no you're not!", he
shouted.

Turning in her chair, Pamela looked up at him. "Oh
yes she is, Roger!" Amazed, Roger stared at her as she
quietly rose. "For the last four years, you've treated
us like dirt and done just the things you wanted to do.
Now its time for Paula to grow up like any other young
girl.

"Sex apart, she has to learn there are other people on
this earth than herself and how to address them and live
alongside them. You've put her and yourself in the
position where she can get whatever she wants just by
flashing her pants at you. You're so tied up in
yourself, you cannot even see Paula's craving to be
loved.

"Providing you can screw her, you don't think any more
about Paula. Now, I've got the biggest job of all on
my hands, bringing up a daughter who is well in advance
of her proper age in life and the quicker I start, the
easier it is going to be.

"Paula's staying here!"

Veins thickening on his forehead, Roger's eyes bulged:
"We'll see about that!" He spun round to Paula. "Who
do you want to go with, Paula?" Flushing, her bottom
lip beginning to tremble, Paula looked away.

In an amiable voice, Steven said. "Roger, I wouldn't
ask her that, if I was you. What a terrible position
to put your daughter in."

"You keep out of it!," Roger said caustically. His
voice softening in desperation, he looked at Paula
again. "Who do you want to stay with, kitten? Think
of all the fun we'll have. Just you and me. Where do
you want to go? I'll take some time off from work, we
can go anywhere, stay wherever you wish, do anything you
want".

Paula's voice was firm again. "No! I want to stay
with Mummy. And Grandad."

"That's enough, Roger!" Edged with granite, as Pamela
spoke again, her voice was cold. "Now, I'll tell you
how it is going to be.

"You are going to quietly leave now, get yourself a
flat or something and live there for a while.
Providing she agrees, you can see Paula whenever you
want, but showing her some proper respect and manners,
you'll come and call at the house.

"Just because her parents can't get along, Paula can
hardly be expected to stop now, so if she still wishes
to go to bed with you, that is all right with me. But
it is going to be up to her, not you".

Drawing a deep breath, Pamela carried on. "However
long it takes, after a few weeks or months, you and I
will talk, and decide what is best for the happiness of
everyone. Until then, everyone will have some respect
for each other's wishes and values".

Catching Roger's gaze, Pamela stared at him. "Those
who like it, will enjoy it. Those who don't will have
to put up with it. But that is the way it is going to
be."

Breathing heavily as though the weight of the world
had just been placed on his shoulders, Roger glared at
Pamela and Steven. "You think you've got me over a
barrel, don't you? That I can't complain or tell
anyone, in case everything comes out and I go to prison!
That I've just got to put up with it!"

"You've put yourself over your own barrel, Roger."
Her voice softening, hands down on the table and leaning
towards Roger, Pamela said, "Since we've been married,
when all you had to do was to love other people as much
as you loved yourself, you've ridden roughshod over
everyone. Dad's right, keeping everyone around us as
happy as possible is the best policy, the only way to
live. In two weeks, he's given me more support than
you have in the years we've been married. And he's
worked wonders, he's been like a father to Paula."

His top lip lifting, Roger snarled. "He's set out to
split us up. Just so he can sleep with you and Paula.
The dirty old blighter just wants to fuck you both,
can't you see that. Before this is finished, I'll
break him!"

"No you won't!", Pam retorted. "You won't do
anything. Nothing at all! You can't see it, but
you've done this all to yourself. All Dad's presence
has done is to show-up the way you've used Paula and I.
All he does is to trust us, love us and try to help us
towards being happy. For all you may think, he hasn't
done anything towards bringing this about." Her tone
moderated. "And before you ask, not because he hasn't
had the opportunity, he hasn't had sex with me. Or
Paula!" From the back of the room, Paula was shaking
her head.

"Ha!", said Roger. "I don't believe you! And I'm
not moving out."

Pam glanced at her father. Noting the approving
sparkle in his eye, Pam looked back at Roger. "Well,
that's the way it is going to be. Make what you wish
of it, but for your sake, I suggest you believe it!"
Slowly, she raised her eyes. Looking Roger squarely in
the face, she said clearly, "Whichever way, I really
don't care any more."

With mounting rage, his face turning white, Roger was
speechless. Compassionately watching his son-in-law,
for a moment, Steven wondered if he was going to have a
stroke, but then without another word, spinning round
and slamming the back-door behind him, Roger stormed out
to his car.

Silently releasing pent-up breath, seeing the makings
of a tear in the corner of Paula's blue eyes, giving her
a big squeeze, Steven went to her. "I'm all right,
Grandad", she said.

Gripping the back of a chair, her body shaking as she
absently stared at her feet, Steven heard Pam sniff.
Looking much older, as she looked at him with tears in
her eyes, her complexion grey, around her mouth was
pinched. Suddenly reminiscent of her mother, Steven's
heart lurched. "You handled that wonderfully, my
darling," he said reassuringly.

Suddenly grabbing Steven's hand, staring at him as she
gathered herself, Pam said, "Paula! Look after
yourself for a little while. I must talk to Grandad
alone!"

Dragging him through the door, open-mouthed and
perplexed, Steven followed as Pamela almost ran up the
stairway. Propelling him into her bedroom, as she
closed the door, with a tearful sound, she pushed him
backwards. Aghast, he staggered, toppling onto the bed
as his legs caught the edge. Falling with him, as she
frantically kissed him, Pam's fingers scrabbled at his
shirt. Ripping it open, her teeth tore at the skin of
his chest as, her fingernails lacerating his shoulders,
she sobbed, "Shut up! Don't speak! Don't say a
fucking word!"

Eyes clenched closed, frenziedly biting and
scratching as he tried to comfort her, as Pam yanked at
his belt and zip, her body constantly jumping and
writhing, Steven was unable to catch hold of her.
Fiercely clutching at it as his long erect penis sprang
into view, her teeth gouged at his cheeks and nose.
Steven gasped in pain.

Wrenching away from his restraining hands, splitting
the zip apart, Pam's hands flew to her skirt.
Throwing it to one side, she tore it off and suddenly
pushing her father back on the bed, she straddled his
thighs. Darting her fingers to the gusset of her blue
panties, panting as she pulled it to one side, grasping
his long penis and jerking it upright, she crudely
shoved it into her. Levering herself up, ramming down
upon it, she gave a long "Aaahhh" as its length charged
into her belly. Roughly grasping Steven's shoulders,
her eyes screwed tightly shut as she moved up and down
on him, as if in pain, she groaned, "Quick, fuck me,
Dad! Oh, for Christ's sake, fuck me or else I'll die!
Fuck me!"

Understanding and pushing deep into her as she moaned,
gripping the chill flesh of Pam's buttocks as with all
his strength, his hips jerked upwards, Steven's long
penis engaged with her cervix. Sliding around the
slippery, stumpy entrance to her womb, with rapid,
short thrusts, his glans nestled and stroked it.
Tongue lolling, her vagina excruciatingly stretched by
his length, Pam's unseeing eyes opened wide as her
uterus felt repeated hammer-blows. "Oh, yes, Dad!" she
gasped. "Oh yes!"

Drawing her knees forwards, Pam began lunging like a
jockey. "Oh yes!" Holding Steven's forearms, pulling
forward, as she felt the soft tissues of her womb give
as his length pressed deeper, a dull ache started within
her. Touching skin and flesh never before savaged, she
strove to thrust him even deeper. "Oh my Christ, yes!"

Feeling hands tugging at her blouse, Pam was only
vaguely aware her brassiere being forced up until
Steven's fingers nipped both swollen nipples. The heat
of sexual pain invading her breasts, her voice lifting
to a loud whimper as, her buttocks slapping on his
thighs, Pam rammed him into her again and again.

Probing into her gushing wetness for all he was worth,
eaten by her urgency, below her, Steven's head began
moving from side to side as orgasm approached.
Clutching Pamela's breasts, his daughter's vagina
frantically riding backwards and forwards along his
penis, fiery ejaculate started its journey.

Rising ever deeper in her, his penis stretching her
even more, beyond pain, nothing mattered but to be
filled with Steven's love. Heart soaring with crazily-
excited emotions, soul happily and thirstily opening to
receive it, completely out of control and wholly
overwhelmed by the flaming heat in her belly, frozen
stock-still by the first thunderbolt jet of cool viscous
semen hosing from him, Pam's heart stopped as joy
flooded her mind, her voice slowly rising to a shrill
crescendo. "Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Give me the fucking
lot, everything! Yess-s-s!!!" Clutching convulsively
at Steven's arms, perspiration-wet face raised to the
ceiling as tears poured down her cheeks, sopping pubic
hair matting as, screaming, she took his long shaft, its
hot, pouring head jerkingly squirting and squirting over
Pamela's uterus.

The last drop spent, feeling her quaking belly
and pounding heart subside, as the tension of her orgasm
gently faded, breasts luxuriously pointing skywards, her
hands sliding back onto Steven's legs, deeply aware that
as his semem touched her, she became his for evermore,
with the deepest of sighs, Pam delightedly stretched
herself. Smilingly clearing her head with a sudden
quick shake, gazing down to where semen-glistening,
incestuous flesh emerging from the gash between her legs
connected her to her father,. "W-o-o-o-w oh wow!"
She gave a long, enthralled shudder. "Oh dear God,
it's so long! And you never even had to touch my
clitoris."

Suddenly leant forward, her arms sliding under him,
her head on his shoulder, her lips by his ear, Pam gave
her father a big hug. "I'm sorry, darling Dad. But
if I hadn't had that, I'd have gone mad. It wasn't as
I wanted our first time to be, but I just had to do it."

"I know, my love." Arm sliding around her, Steven
tenderly stroked her shoulders. "I must agree, `wow',
very `wow'," he said. "At times of great stress, a
fuck can be the quickest answer for a woman". He
suddenly grinned. "Though I must say, it's rare for
them to choose their father."

Feeling his penis stir in her vagina, Pam cuddled
close. "Then they don't know what they are missing," she
said. "It was beautiful. Thank you." She lovingly
kissed his cheek and looked up at him. "The second of
many?" she whispered.

Still engaged in her, rolling on top of her, propped
on one elbow, Steven's fingers gently stroked her
happy, unlined, flushed face as he smiled down at her.
Giving her lips a long, tender kiss, he smiled into
large, questioning eyes. "You betcha!", he said
firmly. "The second of many."

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