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.