---------Chapter 1-------------

When Karen walked into my life, I knew things would never be the same for me; I just didn�t realize all of the reasons why.

The day was like any other; completely unremarkable. I was living the typical responsible bachelor life with a decent job, my own home and not many bills. As is the case with many single guys, my refrigerator was usually empty with the exception of a few condiments and some drinks in case a friend stopped by. Usually on a day like that day I would go to the refrigerator to look for food, knowing that I wouldn�t find any but looking just out of ceremony anyway. Then I�d end up calling the local pizza place to have my dinner delivered in 30 minutes or less. But for reasons I couldn�t put into words that just wasn�t good enough. So, I put on a pair of pants and went out to get some real food.

I didn�t know what I wanted to eat so I ended up at the supermarket. I grabbed a shopping cart and set about finding what I might be craving. After about 30 minutes of shopping, my cart was completely empty. I didn�t realize it, but a beautiful young lady had been watching me almost from the moment I walked into the store. She was about 5�6� and 115 pounds with hair that was colored somewhere between gold and red. She had the shape of a Victoria�s Secret model and the face to go with it. She startled me out of my trance by asking me if she could help me find something. I tried to act like I knew what I was doing but then she let me know that she�d seen me walk in half an hour ago and I had yet to add a single item to my cart. She didn�t have to go very far out on a limb to guess that I wasn�t much of a chef, either. What happened next was a real surprise; she suggested that I join her for dinner and that I was doing the cooking (with her supervision, of course). And that was how I met Karen.

We hit it off immediately. She was very much a free spirit and I always loved that in a girl. Karen was, for lack of a better word, incredible in bed. She was a woman that definitely knew what she liked and how to get it. Her favorite position was to be on top. That was fine by me: less work for me and the view was fantastic! She had a peculiar habit that I just loved, too. After she had an orgasm, she would rest her head on my chest and fall asleep on top of me (with me still inside of her). Eventually I would begin to fall asleep, too, and my member would slide out without assistance. Karen would be in a deep sleep by this time, but once my erection had subsided and slid out, she would slide off to my side, roll over and sleep on her side�facing away from me and with my arm under her head. She did all of this in her sleep and it was the most adorable thing to watch. I would roll over to my side to spoon with her, the free arm draped over her.

After dating for a while and she didn�t seem to be looking for excuses to leave, I thought maybe she could be �the one�. I proposed and she accepted. And within a few months of us getting married, she was pregnant. Life was perfect and I couldn�t have been happier. When Karen was right around her four month mark, we had an ultrasound done and discovered that we were having a little girl. We were just thrilled to know the baby was healthy and strong. Karen�s pregnancy was going without a hitch. But something seemed to be changing with her. She became a bit quiet and more reserved. I just attributed it to her becoming a mother. We talked about it and she assured me that everything was fine; that she was just reflecting.

The big day came when we went from being a couple to a family. Kyra Ann Joined Karen and I and all was right in the world. We took our baby daughter home and began our journey as parents. Karen breast fed Kyra for a while, but she said it was terribly uncomfortable and had to switch to formula. I was disappointed because she was so beautiful while nursing our baby. At the same time though, I thought I understood that there could be other reasons: Karen was eager to get back to her pre-pregnant weight and wasn�t going to be able to do that while nursing.

I didn�t mind to tell the truth. Kyra was four months old when Karen stopped nursing her, so she had all of the health benefits she was going to get from breast milk already. And if getting back to her normal weight would help her feel normal again, well then that was fine for me. So Karen began running. She wasn�t retaining much weight in my opinion, but she felt she was. So while she was running, I was taking care of Kyra. Usually I would lie on the couch watching TV and Kyra would take a nap on my chest. She was so adorable (as infants are)! I would keep a light hand on her back and side, just to make sure she didn�t fall off. Karen would come home and see us on the couch. She would come over, pick up the sleeping baby and in a mock-scolding tone say, �Hey you; you are in Mommy�s spot!� She would put Kyra in her bassinette and take her place on top of me. Life was perfect!

Karen dropped all of the baby weight and seemed to feel a bit better. But there was still something different. I dismissed it thinking I was probably different, too. We were both first time parents after all. We had so many things to face for the next 18-20 years! But as things turned out, it was more than that for Karen.

She was going to work one day and kissed me goodbye like she always did, but this time it felt strange. I felt like I was kissing someone I had just met. It bothered me to say the least. I decided that when she got home from work, we were going to have a serious discussion about what was going on with her. The time for her to come home came and went. But she wasn�t there. I called her cell phone and it went immediately to voice mail. I called her work number but the place was already closed. Then I figured the worst: she was having an affair. Now I was really hurt. I tried to put Kyra in her crib, but she was too fussy and wouldn�t sleep. So I lied down on the couch, put her on top of me and she was out like a light. I imagined Karen would be home by morning, but the morning light did not bring her with it. I finally went into the bedroom and noticed a piece of paper folded and propped up that I hadn�t seen before now. In a flash, I knew what it was but opened it to read it anyway.

The good news was there wasn�t anyone else; she wasn�t cheating on me. The bad news was that she felt she had made a mistake in starting a family. She said she loved us, but that this wasn�t a life that she could live. To most people, it would sound like a selfish position. But knowing Karen the way I did, I was actually not surprised. To the astonishment of friends and family, I wasn�t even angry with her. She offered to sign any divorce papers I had drawn up�that she wouldn�t contest anything. But I wasn�t ready for that; not yet anyway.

Even though I was still technically married, I had just started my life as a single father of a now five month old baby girl. Life was going to be interesting, for sure.

---------Chapter 2-------------

Karen never really bonded well with Kyra, but the baby still noticed the absence of her mother. She refused to sleep in her crib or bassinette. Kyra would scream the second I moved to put her in either one. I tried moving the crib into my room, but that didn�t help at all. So the only way I could get her to sleep was by putting her on my chest. In that position, she would fall asleep almost instantly. Perhaps it was the beating of my heart that soothed her�I don�t know. But it looked like that was going to be the sleeping arrangements until she was ready for her �big girl bed�.

Life moved on after Karen left. Kyra was growing fast and I was teaching her everything I could. She was walking by the time she was 9 months old (which is average, I�m told). We were practicing new words and sounds; learning colors and numbers and letters. I loved being a daddy! And I was so proud of my daughter. Her mother was beautiful, but Kyra was something out of a fairytale! A porcelain doll would be jealous of her beauty. That�s not just the biased opinion of a father�people everywhere would stop me and say things like that to me. Some babies are really adorable like that as infants and toddlers but then things �even out� as they get older and just start to look more �plain�. But that didn�t happen with Kyra; she just got prettier. Maybe that is a biased opinion, but the complements from strangers never slowed�

When Kyra was a year and a half old, the sleeping arrangements were getting a little old. It wasn�t that I minded her sleeping on top of me�I loved that. The problem was her diapers. The darn things are not exactly Fort Knox. So in the middle of the night she would pee and they would often leak on me. So I would have to shower in the mornings. Sometimes mornings were hectic and in the interest of saving time, I would bathe her with me. I figured she was really young and wouldn�t remember anyway, so what�s the difference? But the diapers had to go! I was tired of changing them and the cleanups afterwards. So, the potty training began.

I bought her several pair of �big girl underwear�; complete with all of her favorite Disney Princesses. I made a big production of how exciting it was to be wearing big girl panties. She wasn�t having it, though. As soon as I put them on her, she wanted them off and her diaper back. I heard training girls was easy, but I was doing something wrong because she wasn�t getting it. She continued using her diapers.

Then a co-worker (and mother of 4) told me the �secret�. She said, �Girls are easy! Just take off her diaper and let her run around naked!� I pointed out the obvious hazard in doing that: you are going to end up with a mess on the floor! She said it happens one or two times and she will be trained because she won�t like the feeling of it going down her leg. I was stunned but willing to try anything. When I got home with Kyra, I removed her diaper and let her walk around naked. Eventually she did pee and she didn�t like it at all. She wanted her diaper back. I told her that next time she had to use the potty like a big girl. A while later, she asked again for her diaper and I asked her if she needed to pee. She nodded yes and I escorted her into the bathroom, set her on her potty chair and told her to go there. She did and seemed to find a certain level of novelty in that.

Kyra did well with her potty training but was still resisting wearing her princess panties. She preferred to go without, saying the underwear didn�t feel good. I thought maybe I bought them too small and picked up some that were a larger size. But she still refused to wear them. So, I did the next best thing I could think of; I got her a long t-shirt/nightgown to wear around the house�just so she wouldn�t be running around completely naked all of the time. This seemed to satisfy her and within a few weeks there were no more accidents; even at night. Every so often I would try to reintroduce her to underwear, but she wouldn�t wear them. So, I had a daughter that insisted on going commando! Go figure!

One thing parents learn the hard way is the lesson of kids and privacy. Little kids have absolutely no concept of privacy. They don�t need it and they won�t give it. I would time my showers to go right after Kyra had used the bathroom and even then she would walk in to go again while I was in the shower. This was just our normalcy. I didn�t want to make a big deal about it because I didn�t want her to think anything was wrong with it.

One day when she was about 4 & 1/2, I was showering and she was sitting on the toilet doing her business as per usual when she asked me the question. She wanted to know when she was going to �grow one of those� as she pointed to my hanging member. I asked her what she meant (knowing what she was talking about but finding cute humor in it) and she said, �Look, Daddy! I don�t have one! Why?� She sat there on the toilet, legs spread wide, both hands pulling back the tiny folds of her little girl parts and looking up at me with a quizzical look.

That was something I hadn�t expected to see and nearly choked. I turned back around to continue my shower and just explained that our parts were different because boys and girls have different parts there. She had what she was supposed to have and I had what I was supposed to have. She clearly didn�t fully understand, but accepted the answer anyway. I began to wonder if it was �ok� for a father and daughter to be so comfortable being naked in front of each other like we were. Nothing inappropriate was going on and it was natural, so I let the thought go.

Kyra turned five and started school with much anticipation and excitement. Before the first day, I had already taught her all of her colors, how to count to 100, and she knew her alphabet before she even turned three. By now she was reading simple books. Her teacher was giving me frequent progress reports on her daily activities in class. She was very advanced but still enjoyed school. She made friends easily and liked sharing and taking turns. When it was time to have the parent-teacher meeting, I was still a bit nervous. But her teacher said that Kyra was the most well adjusted child she had ever seen in 25 years of teaching children that age and to keep doing whatever it was that I was doing. That was a huge load off of my mind!

By now Kyra was sleeping in her own bed most nights. Sometimes a bad dream or thunderstorm would drive her in to my room to sleep with me (on top of my chest, of course). Other times she would feel a bit needy and sleep with me from the start, but usually she slept in her own bed. One night when she was in the first grade, she had a bad dream and came in to sleep with me. She was wearing her old princess nightie that now only came down to about mid thigh. She used to �swim� in the thing and now it was a little snug on her. But she refused to let it go. Oh well; no matter. She crawled up on top of me, muttered something about witches trying to get her and went to sleep.

She slept there on top of me and I brushed her hair from her face with my hand. Just as I was starting to nod off, too, she did something that she had not done before. She slid over to one side and rolled over with my arm under her head�just like Karen used to do. That snapped me out of my early sleep. I was wide awake now. Could something like that be genetic? She certainly couldn�t remember her mom doing that; Karen left when Kyra was only five months old! Unable to make much sense of it, I shook it off and went to sleep

I dreamed of Karen; I wondered where she was and what she was doing. I missed her more than I had realized. I wished for her to come back, but knew that wasn�t going to happen. I dreamed that I was with her in bed; spooning her like we used to do. As I started to drift into consciousness, I realized (remembered) that I wasn�t alone in bed. I was spooning with Kyra. That was bad, but then I realized I was hard as a rock and my rod found its� way through the fly in my boxers and was wedged right between the cheeks of Kyra�s exposed butt! Her nightie had ridden up on her and, as I said before, she didn�t wear underwear! She didn�t even own a pair by this time. I was paralyzed with fear! Was she awake? Did she feel my cock on her butt? I slowly made a move to roll over until my raging erection subsided when Kyra said through a sleepy voice, �No, Daddy. Don�t move away?�

I made up an excuse that I had to use the bathroom and she accepted that. I went into the bathroom and had to take care of business�manually, if you know what I mean. I started thinking about Karen and how amazing she was in bed. I was thinking about being inside of her has she faded into sleep and waking up next to her. Just as I was thinking about that, waking up to Kyra slipped into my mind just as I was blowing my load. It was a powerful release; the strongest one I�d had in years.

Since it was a Saturday, I decided I needed a bath. Normally I�d take a shower, but I needed to relax and recover from the morning�s events already. I filled the tub, removed my boxers and got in. After a few minutes, I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head. I could feel something in the air had changed but couldn�t bother to open my eyes to see what it was. It didn�t take long for me to figure it out anyway. Kyra was getting in the tub with me.

She had already stripped herself of her princess nightgown and was sitting down in the water as casually as if she were joining me at the breakfast table. She was studying my face through sleepy eyes; I must have been looking at her like she was a complete stranger�I was actually a bit shocked to see her getting in with me. We had bathed together at least twice a week for the last six years so what was the problem? She snuggled up to me and I started washing her as I always did. As I was finishing washing her, she asked me, �Did it hurt, Daddy?� I asked her what she was talking about, having put the morning behind me. She said, �This�� as she cupped my crotch in her little hand. That move took me by surprise�she had never done that before�but I kept my composure. She explained that she was wondering because it was so swollen and stiff this morning; that she had never seen it like that but that it seemed better now. I told her not to worry and that it was normal for a boys� part to do that sometimes. She asked me why it does that and I just told her that would be a topic for a later discussion. There was no need to completely scar her for life at this point!

After that morning, life went right back to normal�at least �normal� for us. Kyra continued to grow and do well in school. I continued to work and make a decent living for us.

---------Chapter 3-------------

The summer when Kyra was getting ready to turn eight, the air conditioner stopped working. The timing was terrible because it was summer and that summer was particularly brutal and I didn�t have the money to fix it. We tried to find ways to keep the house cool, running fans and using spray bottles on ourselves, but the heat was just completely oppressive. The moment she walked inside, Kyra would strip out of her sweat-soaked clothes and just go naked. After a few days of that, she remarked with exasperation that she didn�t know how or why I was wearing clothes. I suppose I was doing it out of habit; conditioning from my entire life. But then I realized Kyra was right: it wasn�t like she hadn�t seen me naked a thousand times and was perfectly fine with it. So I said, �You know what, Kyra? You�re right. What am I thinking?� and I stripped down to my skin. �See?� she said, �Isn�t that better?� And it was; she had me there. You might think that we were a couple of nudist, but that wasn�t the case. We wouldn�t think of being naked in front of strangers; it was only at home and inside the privacy of our home that it was ok to be naked.

One day while out in the searing heat, Kyra came up with an idea to beat the temperatures. As we were walking past an ice machine, she said, �Daddy, what if we get a bag of ice and fill the tub with ice water?� I told her she was a genius. We bought two bags of ice and went home. She was out of the car in a flash and taking her t-shirt off by the time she got to the door. When I got inside with the ice, the tub was already running. She was standing there completely naked and waiting for the first bag of ice. I put it in and she was jumping in without hesitation. She was reeling in delight. �Daddy! Get in here! You gotta feel this!� I was getting naked before she finished speaking. It was the best idea ever! We finally had a way to survive the summer!

Of course, we couldn�t LIVE in the tub! We had to venture out from time to time. Kyra would normally wear a skirt for the cooling effect and a tank top with spaghetti straps. I had to caution her about how she sat or bent over because she was putting on a show from time to time. Fortunately no one really noticed. Her top would quickly soak through and plaster itself to her chest. But she was only eight so it wasn�t obscene or anything. But our last order of business was always to pick up a bag of ice and get it home before it could melt! That turned out to be a great summer!

Eventually I saved enough money to replace the air conditioner. But precedence had been established that summer. Even after the A/C was working and keeping the house at a reasonable temperature, we still preferred to be naked while inside. The only time we wore clothing inside was if we had company over. And there were no closed doors inside the house unless, again, we had company. There was no point in closing doors; baths together became the norm and not the exception. But everything was strictly platonic�no �funny business� (with the exception of the time she was 6 and I woke up spooning her. But that was an accident).

The night before Kyra was to start the third grade, she said she wanted to sleep with me because she was nervous about starting school. I thought that a bit odd because she always loved school, but didn�t question her. With the A/C working and the temperatures beginning to relax anyway, it didn�t bother me when she climbed on top of me to fall asleep.

I hadn�t noticed how much she grew that past summer, but when she got on top of me, her little labia lips came to rest right on the head of my member. Naturally, this invoked an involuntary response from me and my erection began to build. Kyra didn�t budge. I could feel her labia spreading wider and her tiny clitoris came to rest right at the base of the head of my now raging hard-on. I was virtually mortified. If she hadn�t rested herself on top of it, my dick would be right at the entrance to her vagina and trying to find its� way in right now. �Kyra, maybe you should�� I was starting to suggest she roll over and sleep next to me. But she cut me off with a sleepy, �Mmm-mmm� (no) and held on tight to the sides of my chest. �But�� I protested. �No, Daddy. I�m too comfy�, she pled.

I was a sucker that couldn�t say no to his daughter. So I let her stay where she was; even though our boy & girl parts were getting acquainted like never before. As I was drifting off to sleep, Kyra gyrated her hips ever so slightly. It was an automatic response, I knew, because she was almost snoring. But the response in me was instantaneous. My erection came back in a flash and she stopped her gyrations. We lay there for hours like that. Eventually I did fall asleep and as soon as I did, she slid to the side, rolled over and went to sleep. Incredible.

Morning came and we had to get going. It was her first day of the third grade; she didn�t want to be late! We took a shower together to save time. I washed her back and hair like always and she washed my back. But this time when I turned around to rinse my back and was facing her, she hugged me. She hugged me tight. She said that she slept so well that night; that she felt so safe with me and that I �felt good� to sleep on. I thought I knew what that meant: time to have �the talk�. But that would have to be later today�after school.

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When I got home from work, Kyra was already home from school. She was dressed in her usual attire: nothing. I asked her how her first day of third grade went and she told me all about it. Then I told her that we had to talk about what happened last night. She asked completely unaware, �What happened last night?� I knew this wasn�t going to be easy. So I backed up and told her that I wanted to talk to her about sex. She blushed a little and I asked her if she knew what that was. She nodded yes but then seemed to change her mind and shook her head no. So I started at the beginning by pointing out what she already knew about the differences between boys and girls.

Then I explained that there was a very good reason for the different parts. She looked at me with genuine interest, waiting for me to go on. So I told her that when two people want to make a baby that the boy puts his part inside the girls� part and that is how the baby is made inside the mommy. Clearly I left some major details out, because she looked at me with a bit of fear and asked if she was going to be a mommy now. I laughed and reassured her that what happened with us wasn�t exactly the same as what I was trying to explain. They don�t just touch like ours did; it has to go all of the way inside of her. I could see she was still not feeling too confident that she wasn�t about to be a mom, so I explained that she was still far too young to get pregnant. I explained all about how she would one day start her menstrual cycle and that having a baby was impossible until that happened.

I searched some instructional material on the internet and showed her how her body would go through changes before she could get pregnant; what a woman�s body looks like when she becomes fertile. That eased her mind a lot. Her body was clearly not like those on the internet. She still had the body of a little girl; no breast, no pubic hair, no hips. She was still a little girl. Kyra breathed a sigh of relief and commented about how she was glad that we could continue sleeping like we did last night. I told her I didn�t think that was such a good idea and she began to cry. I could count on one hand the number of times my daughter cried. It just wasn�t something she did and it always ripped me apart. �Please, Daddy? I feel so safe with you! I don�t feel that way when I sleep in my bed alone�, she pleaded. What was I to say? Eventually I conceded and the tears dried up in an instant. I�m a sucker.

Kyra was now sleeping in my bed as the norm. In fact we didn�t refer to it as my bed anymore; it was our bed. The bed in her room became a place to pile stuff and was not used for anything other than storage space. My dick became accustomed to the feel of her little girl parts pressed into it. She was used to the feel of me pressed into her. Once again, this became our norm. One night when she was ten, we had gone to bed and she was on top of me as always. But she did something that I wasn�t quite expecting.

Instead of resting her pelvis on top of me like she had been doing for years now, she moved her hips forward and let my dick spring up. Then she slid back and the head of my dick was right at the opening of her vagina. I grabbed her butt with both hands and stopped her. �NO! We can�t do that� I told her. Kyra asked me, �Is that where your part�I mean the boys� part�goes in?� I said that it was and she asked me, �Why don�t you want to have sex with me, Daddy? Don�t you love me?� I said, �Honey, it�s not like that. Of course I love you. But your first time of having sex should be with the man you will love for the rest of your life. The first time is a special gift that you can only give once. Do you understand?� She nodded that she understood, but I had reservations about whether or not she really did. She didn�t move any further back on me, but she left it right there at her little opening. I had to admit (if only to myself) it was extremely erotic.

Things just always seemed to progress between my daughter and me. The new norm was now for us to fall asleep with her, as always, on top of me and the head of my hard-on pressed tightly against the opening to her vagina. And, night after night, she would slide off to my side in her sleep as soon as my hard-on subsided, roll over and sleep with my arm under her head as her mother did over a decade ago. Our relationship was strange to say the least. We loved each other deeply, but it was not a romantic love (or even lusting); despite the sexually charged sleeping arrangements. I still viewed her as �daddy�s little girl� and I was still just �daddy� to her. But our clothing-is-not-an-option-at-home lifestyle and sleeping nude together (but not having sex) only seemed to serve to draw us closer than any �normal� father-daughter pair could be. I didn�t know it, but things were going to change soon. It wouldn�t be for the better; and it wouldn�t be for the worse�it was just going to change.

One night when Kyra was about to turn 12, we had assumed our usual sleeping positions. I was as solid as a rock and the head of my straining cock was pressed tightly to her opening. If I could see it from the other side, I wouldn�t have been surprised to learn that the very tip was partially penetrating her. Kyra was breathing slow and heavy while completely still; she was surely fast asleep. I had my hands on her butt as always�a sign to say not to back down any further. But she was sleeping and I was getting tired and I let my hands fall to my sides. I lay there basking in the beauty of my sleeping daughter. I moved her hair from her face, being careful not to wake her. She stirred slightly and I thought she would slide down and roll over.

But to my complete shock, she instead sat up and thrust herself back�all in the flash of an eye. Before I could stop her, my dick was half way up her vagina and I could feel her bleeding on me; her hymen broken. �KYRA�what did you do?!� She said, �Daddy, I thought about this a long time. You said that I should give this gift to the man I would love for the rest of my life. Who could I ever love more than you?� I said, �Kyra, I think you misunderstood me�� She was starting to rock herself down, taking more of me in and said, �No, I didn�t. I knew what you meant. But this makes more sense to me. I love you and I want to do this with you.� I said, �I love you too, honey. But what about�� as I glanced down to her incredibly sexy belly (which was now temporary lodging for my raging cock)�implying the possibility of pregnancy. She said, �You are silly, Daddy! You are the one that told me I had to start menstruating before I could get pregnant! So stop worrying! Let�s do this before I do start because then it will be too late for us! Besides, it�s already done; if we stop now, you will still have been my first. Isn�t that right?� Damn her logic. �Yeah, you�re right. I can�t really argue that point��

And so, we made love. We didn�t fuck; we didn�t have sex or bang; we made love. The blood from her broken hymen seemed to lubricate her perfectly. She made no complaints of pain or discomfort, so I took that as a true sign that she was ready and really wanted this. I let my hands explore her body for the first time as her lover and not just the cleaning hands of �Daddy�. She continued to sit upright on me while resting her hands on my chest. Her eyes were fixated on mine and she leaned down to kiss me. I found my tongue parting her lips and her tongue met mine. I stroked her back and let them go down to her tight little ass. Then I let my hands come back up to find her long flowing hair.

She sat back up and put her full weight on my rigid member. In this position, I couldn�t be deeper in her. My hands came around to play with her nipples. It was only now as a lover that I noticed her breasts were starting to swell slightly. Seeing her naked daily, I missed that little development (no pun intended). She said she wanted me to be on top for a change and without another word, we rolled over; I managed not to pull out of my daughter for a second.

She was now looking up at me with nothing but complete and true love in her eyes; passionate. I was in ecstasy. I glanced down to watch my cock glide smoothly in and out of my 11 (almost 12) year old daughter. I wasn�t going all of the way in because I feared hurting her. But then she changed that: �Daddy, I want all of you in me. Push it in as far as you can!� So I did as she asked. I pushed in ever so slow�just in case I hurt her and she changed her mind. Just as my balls were coming to rest on her little ass, I could feel the head of my cock find her cervix. I pushed hard and her cervix was bending inward. She let out a moan of pleasure and maybe a little pain. I made sure she was ok and she assured me she was more than ok. She told me to keep going. So we did. I could feel my orgasm was about to explode so I pulled out of her.

She asked me why I stopped and I told her that I didn�t want to cum in her�just in case. She said, �Please, Daddy? Just do it this one time? I want to know what it feels like. I�m not fertile yet, remember?� I asked her if she was sure and she shook her head yes emphatically. I placed my cock head back at the opening of my daughters dripping vagina and pushed it back home; her cervix on the head and my balls on her ass once more. She was looking up directly into my eyes with her big beautiful blue eyes. Her hair was strewn about around her head which was bobbing ever so slightly with each of my thrusts into her.

She began biting her lower lip and little squeaks and moans were escaping her through closed lips. Suddenly her mouth dropped open slightly and her eyes widened. Her almost completely flat chest flushed red along with her neck and then cheeks. She started taking short, quick breaths in, but little air was coming back out. My little Kyra was having an orgasm! It was only then that I realized it had been weeks since I gave myself a manual release. As that thought hit, so did my orgasm and I erupted like a major volcano inside of her. At the same time, her little vagina began to pulse around my draining cock, milking it. I was pushed into Kyra as hard and deep as I could and I held it there until our orgasms quieted. But we were not done yet. I continued my love making with my daughter and she continued with me.

I noticed that as we continued to make love, there was no semen dripping from her vagina. I guessed that it must have passed directly through the opening in her cervix and directly into her still (thankfully) immature womb. She said that she loved the feeling of it and that she could still feel it inside of her. I told myself that she was probably just imagining that, but who knows�maybe she could. She wanted to be on top again so we rolled back over to put her on top. She rocked her hips into me for a while as I gazed upon the most beautiful site in the world: my gorgeous daughter riding my cock! I could have pulled an all-nighter with her on my dick, but Kyra was getting tired and soon she fell asleep. You guessed it�just like her mom used to do�with my dick still inside of her. When I began to fall asleep, my dick slid out and she slid off to the side, rolled over and slept on her side with my arm under her head. I had no issues with spooning her that night�

---------Chapter 5-------------

The next morning, we woke slowly; not in any hurry to start the day. When we did get up, we went and took a shower�together, of course. We didn�t get dressed as per usual on the weekends. I told her that, as amazing and special as last night was, we probably shouldn�t do it again. Kyra looked a little hurt and asked why. I pointed out that she was starting to develop boobs and didn�t notice until last night. Then I noticed that her hips were starting to develop, too. I pointed that out and reminded her that these are things that start happening when a girls� body is changing into that of a woman. It wouldn�t be long and she would be starting her periods. She groaned at that thought. But to mark the occasion, I offered that we should do some shopping. I said that first we would go get some pads made for girls her age�just to have on hand for when the day came. The bad news was that she was going to have to buy some underwear to put them in/on. This erupted in major protests. She hadn�t put on a pair of panties since she was about two years old! To make her feel better about the situation, I told her they would be more of a �grown up� nature. This got her cautiously optimistic. I said I would take her to Victoria�s Secret and she could get whatever she liked. That idea made her feel better. So we set out with our shopping agenda. We picked up the pads (which embarrassed her to no end) and then went to the mall. I took her to V.S. and explained to the girl working there that it was a special occasion for her and to please help Kyra pick out some new underwear, that I would be next door and would pay for everything later (I just didn�t want to see what she was getting because that would be �gross��gotta keep up appearances). The V.S. girl said she understood and that she sees this all of the time. I thought that was unlikely, but whatever� Kyra spent the next hour finding the right fit/look for her tastes and one swipe of the credit card later (I didn�t even want to know what the damages were), we were on our way home.

We got home and Kyra was excited to model for me. She stripped down right in front of me and began digging through her purchases to try on different things. Now, I had said before that Kyra�s mom could be a V.S. model. Kyra, on the other hand, would embarrass any V.S. model. She was stunning, breathtaking, gorgeous, or any other inadequate adjective you want to use. There simply are no words for the beauty and sexiness she exudes. Since I was naked, it was impossible to hide my throbbing member. �Well: Daddy likes this on me�� she said with a wink and a smirk. Kyra modeled all of her new panties, nighties, and various pieces of lingerie and each piece was as exciting as the last. She took her barely there items into our bedroom and put them away. When she came back out, she was naked. And I couldn�t complain.

Kyra turned 12 and the end of summer vacation came to an end. She was in the 7^th grade now. It�s amazing how time goes by so fast. After just a few weeks of school, she seemed to be struggling, though. She said she couldn�t concentrate well and that was very unlike her. We got up to get her ready for school one morning, took our shower and she just clung to me the entire time. She said that she didn�t want to go to school. I asked her what was going on and she said there was nothing going on at school; that she just didn�t feel well. I felt her forehead and she didn�t seem to have a temperature, but decided to get the thermometer anyway.

She was brushing her teeth and started to gag on the toothpaste. I went to check on her and she was sick�spitting up toothpaste and her breakfast in the toilet. I called in to work and told them I couldn't come in�my daughter was sick. It didn�t take long for me to notice that she seemed to be experiencing morning sickness, but that was impossible unless she wasn�t honest about her periods. I asked her if she was being honest with me about that and she swore that she had not started her periods yet. She was sounding a bit alarmed and I reassured her that it was just a thought; I was sure she wasn�t pregnant if she hadn�t started her cycle. As the day went on, she seemed to be feeling better, but she was having trouble eating. She said nothing �tasted right�. That was another alarming sign for me, but I decided to say nothing. I didn�t want to scare her again.

The next day was the same as the day before. So I took her to see her pediatrician. She ran a few tests on her and was coming up empty. She asked us when her last cycle was and Kyra said that she hadn�t started them yet. This seemed to satisfy her doctor. She prescribed plenty of fluids and rest. She said Kyra could go to school if she felt up to it because there was nothing to indicate infection or contagion. This went on for a while, but Kyra fought through it. She went to school even though she was throwing up most mornings. The inescapable began to dawn on me. There was a good chance that my daughter was pregnant with my baby.

I told Kyra that I needed to pick up something from the store and that she should just stay home and be comfortable. I went to an out of the way convenience store and picked up a Clear Blue pregnancy test. I went home and told Kyra that the doctor wanted to do some lab work on her since she still wasn�t feeling well so she needed to pee in this cup. It was a specimen cup that I picked up at a pharmacy so she didn�t even question it. I took her urine sample with me and pretended to take it to the doctor�s office. Once in the car, however, I popped the top off, and put the tip of one of the pregnancy testers in the urine. Then I waited for the longest two minutes of my life. The tester didn�t have the standard plus/minus symbols; it had a digital read out that simply said, �Pregnant�. That didn�t leave much room for misinterpretation.

I couldn�t wrap my head around it at first. I knew Kyra wasn�t lying to me about not starting her periods yet. So how the hell did this happen? Then the obvious answer hit me. The first period comes as a result of the first egg not being fertilized and implanted in the walls of the uterus. But what happens if that first egg IS fertilized? She becomes pregnant without ever having her first period. I felt so stupid at that moment of realization. I filled my daughter�s little womb with my seed just as she was ovulating for the first time and my little swimmers found their way up her fallopian tubes, just like they are made to do. As we blissfully slept naked in each others� arms, they found her very first fertile egg and the strongest, fastest of my swimmers pushed its� way in. Then her now fertilized egg finished its� journey and planted itself in the walls of her uterus�just as nature designed it to do.

Kyra still wanted to sleep with me at night. She felt fine at night and it was only in the mornings that she didn�t feel so great. I still didn�t know how to tell her she was carrying my baby. We went to bed and she climbed on top like always. My hardening dick went right for her vagina and she backed into me. She paused as if to question if we could make love again and I pointed out that she still hasn�t started having her periods so, �why not?� Of course the real answer was because I couldn�t get her any more pregnant than I already had! This made her happy and we made love again. And again�and again.

Making love to your daughter is amazing, but making love to your daughter while she is carrying your baby is beyond words! She was radiant and I could not imagine a more beautiful site. We were making love daily at a minimum; sometimes multiple times a day. Sometimes she would just come over to me, sit on my lap and get a quickie in while I was paying bills or something. But usually it was a very passionate and intimate scene, full of love and trust. With her permission, I recorded a few of our love making sessions on video so we could play it back later. There was nothing more erotic than when her mouth dropped open, eyes widened while looking deep into mine and she took those short quick breaths through her mouth as her upper torso flushed pink and red. The walls of her vagina would clamp onto my shaft and I couldn�t pull out of her if my life depended on it. And now she was pregnant with my baby and still didn�t know it. I was going to have to tell her, but I didn�t know when or how I was going to do it.

I was watching her closely now. Her boobs were starting to grow fast and her hips began to widen. She was eating as much as possible, but not putting on much weight. But, sure enough, about three months after that first night of incredible sex with my little girl, her belly began to swell ever so slightly below her belly button. If she had been walking around clothed like other 12 year old girls, I never would have noticed. When she was clothed, I couldn�t tell. But from the side and stark naked, it was there and I was the only one that knew it.

Kyra enjoyed watching our home made movies as much as I did. And we were making them frequently! When she was a little over four months pregnant, she was showing quite a bit while naked. She hid it well while clothed because her clothing was more bulky since it was winter. She was watching one of our earlier �films� when she looked down at her expanding tummy and remarked, �I�m getting fat. Do I look fat to you, Daddy?� I told her that she didn�t look fat at all and explained that happens a lot when girls are getting ready to start their periods (a blatant lie but she seemed to accept it). She asked me if I really thought that�s what it was and I assured her that was most likely it. Kyra said she was getting tired of waiting for her period; she had all of that sexy underwear and never a reason to wear any of it. She went back to the videos and I felt like I dodged a bullet for now. But I was starting to wonder how I was going to get her some prenatal care without alerting the media (and authorities).

Kyra was home for Christmas break and I took her to see her doctor (extra bundled to hide the fact she had started her second trimester). I told Kyra to wait in the waiting room while I went in first to talk to her doctor. I explained that I thought my daughter might be pregnant (as if I didn�t know already) but that I didn�t want to alarm her. I was �pretty sure� it was from her school friend that came over during the summer while I was working. It was a weak cover but all I could come up with. The doctor chastised me for not keeping a better watch on my child and I said she was probably right but that it didn�t fix the problem. She started to mention abortion but I knew my daughter, she�d never go for that. Delivery was the only option. And the pregnancy needed to be kept very quiet. She gave me some prenatal pills to start Kyra on right away and then referred me to a pediatrician/OBGYN. She said that it was going to be very expensive as he does not work with insurance for the sake of privacy of the patient; this level of discretion comes at a premium.

Kyra was called in and the doctor looked her over. She asked her a few questions about how she was feeling and felt her stomach for any pain or discomfort. The doctor shot me a quick glance that said, she sure looks like she could be pregnant. I gave a subtle nod of agreement as if to say, �see what I mean?� The doctor told Kyra to get dressed and not to worry; she was going to be fine. I gave her the first prenatal pill and told her they would help her metabolism (sort of true).

Under advice from Kyra�s OBGYN, I withdrew her from school before anyone there figured out she was expecting. I told her it was because she wasn�t doing as well as I knew she could and I wanted to get her some personal attention with her schooling. I still couldn�t tell her she was pregnant with my baby. Kyra�s new doctor had a tutor on staff that would home school her until after the baby was born.

Kyra had been seeing her new doctor for a little over a month now and getting home schooled on week days while I was working. One day I came home and Kyra was sitting at the table doing worksheets. Her tutor had gone for the day. She was close to six months pregnant and it was obvious. �Daddy?� she asked. �When do you think we should start picking out a name for our baby?� I looked at her like a deer in the headlights and was probably stammering a bit. �What?� I asked. She rolled her eyes and told me to stop pretending like it wasn�t true. She said she figured it out when she found the other pregnancy test in the car months ago. She knew for almost as long as I did! Then I realized that she knew every day while we were making love that she was pregnant! She�s was sneaky as me!

---------Chapter 6-------------

After Kyra was six months pregnant, we couldn�t hide her belly under any amount of clothing anymore. So her OBGYN started making house calls. He had some pretty hi-tech gear; all specially designed to be portable and unassuming. We had a sonogram done right in our own living room and found out we were having a little girl. It was funny to think that I was going to be a father and a grandfather, all with the delivery of one baby! But that was going to be our secret. The arrangement was for the birth to take place without anyone�s knowledge that Kyra was the mother. I had the bright idea that we could use Karen�s name as the birth mother. We would just say that Karen got pregnant but didn�t want to keep the baby and we took her in. Technically Karen and I were still married anyway�no need for the paperwork to get too messy! Then I realized that we could go so far as to say that nine months before the baby was to be born, I met up with Karen and we had a �one night stand� that resulted in the pregnancy. That way I could be listed as the father (pretty convenient since I AM the father)! The more I thought about it, the more perfect the plan was�

They say that a woman can be really horny when she is pregnant. Apparently, a pregnant preteen is not only no exception, but one to raise the bar on a pregnancy induced sex drive. Sometimes the door would have just closed behind departing company and she would be out of her clothes in seconds while turning to me and feverishly taking mine off for me. She could be like a sex-starved nymphomaniac! One time she had me on the floor right in front of the front door and was riding me like a seasoned cowgirl and her OBGYN hadn�t even drove away yet! Fortunately, he didn�t forget anything and come back for it!

I loved holding on to her beautiful, round, bulging tummy; just knowing our baby was growing in there was enough to get my juices flowing. Kyra was so horny that she wanted to start experimenting. We were doing things that we never tried before and she loved it all. One day I was sitting at the table doing bills when I felt her under the table. She took my dick in her mouth and gave me my first father-daughter blow job. It took her a few minutes to get the hang of it, but once she did �Oh My God!� was she good! No one had ever given me such a remarkable blow job. I warned her that I was about to cum and she pushed herself down hard. Her nose was on my pelvis and she was sticking her tongue out to lick me where my dick met my balls. I could feel the back of her throat on the head of my cock. She was gagging some but wouldn�t come up for air. �Baby, I�m going to cum; I can�t hold it anymore!� I warned her. She just responded with a heavily muffled, �Mmm-hmmf!� The message was clear: Cum in my mouth, Daddy!

I blew a huge, powerful load. There was so much, that some of it shot out of her nose! She didn�t mind at all, either. She pulled back until just the head was in her mouth, looked up into my eyes, and snorted my oozing cum back up and swallowed it along with the large volume of semen in her mouth. It was gross and incredibly sexy all at the same time. She came out from under the table and sat down on my still pulsing cock. Her tits were practically in my face and I noticed that they were growing all of the time. She was now either a large AA cup or a small A. They seemed huge on her to me; it was only 6-7 months ago that she was flat as the day she was born. I kissed each of her nipples and let my tongue play with them for a few moments and then stopped to look her in her big beautiful blue eyes. �That was fun, Daddy! I want to try some more new things later!� She rocked her hips for a few seconds and then said that she would let me get back to work now. And just like that she was up and walking into the living room to watch cartoons. I watched as she walked away and found her new walk amusing and sexy. She didn�t walk like her normal self now; she had the pregnant walk�leaning back to keep her balance, a bit of a waddle, one hand on her back, the other under her swollen belly supporting our baby. Yep: my daughter could not be sexier and she wasn�t even trying to be.

Later that night, I was busy turning things off and locking down the house�getting ready to go to bed. Kyra called me from our bedroom and said that I needed to come quick. I ran in there afraid something was wrong. When I rushed through the door, she was on our bed and up on all fours with her ass in the air and pointing at me. �We never tried this position before, Daddy�, she teased. I didn�t waste a second. I was on the bed behind her and ready to go. She stopped me and said, �But this time, I don�t want you to be gentle like you usually are�� That got my attention and I could only ask a stunned, �What?� She looked back over her shoulder at me and said with a devilish twinkle in her eye, �I want you to FUCK me�HARD!� That was the first time my daughter ever dropped the F-bomb in front of me. She turned to face away from me before I could react to the �minor� infraction and started slightly waving her ass in front of me. I asked if she was sure and she just nodded her head and dry humped the air in anticipation. I said, �Ok�if you are sure�� and I grabbed her by the hips and thrust my raging boner in her little wet pussy as hard and as fast as I could.

I was fucking the hell out of her now; my balls were slapping her clit, my pelvis was making loud smacking sounds on her ass�sending ripples all of the way up to the small of her back. With each thrust forward, I was pulling back on her hips just as hard. She was responding to my boarder-line vicious thrusts, but not quite like I thought she would. I stopped for a second to ask her if she was ok�if I was being too rough�and she said that she was fine. I started to go back to work when she stopped me again. �Um�Daddy?� she asked. I stopped to see what was wrong and she continued, �What are you doing?� I said, �Baby, isn�t this what you wanted me to do?� She said, �Well�almost��

I didn�t know what was wrong and just knelt there, balls to bones in my daughter, waiting for her to explain what the problem was. She said, �Well, I wanted to do this position for a reason�� She was throwing me hints but I wasn�t getting it. Still waiting for more explanation, she finally looked back over her shoulder and said, �You are in the wrong hole, Daddy!� I nearly choked thinking that could have somehow made the mistake of going anal on her. I looked down and quickly saw that I was in her vagina and said (still not getting it), �No I�m not!� She gave me an exasperated groan/sigh and said, �You are going to make me say it, aren�t you? OK: FINE! Put it in my BUTT!� I told her that wasn�t such a good idea; that it could cause a lot of damage without proper lubrication and� that�s when she reached under her pillow and produced a large bottle of anal lube. She dangled it back and forth teasingly and said, �You mean like this?�

I asked her where and how was she able to make such a purchase without raising eyebrows. She said, �I didn�t buy it; YOU did!� Sensing the confusion in me, she summed it up with two words: �Internet; Mailbox�. I summed her up with two words: �Little Vixen!� I took the bottle from her, popped open the cap and squirted a generous amount all over her little asshole. I used my dick to spread it around while pouring more on the top side of my solid member. When I was sure that I had used too much lube, I squirted a little more on us and tossed the bottle to the side.

I told my daughter to brace herself and relax her ass. She asked, �Do I LOOK tense?� She certainly didn�t. So, I put the head of my dick on her little hole and started to push. I used so much lube and her ass was so tight that my dick was being forced to detour away. But after a few attempts, my cock head finally pushed into her ass. We both moaned in pleasure. I was going to let it rest there (being careful not to let it pop out) so she could get used to the feeling but she just said, �More!� Without a word, I started making slow movements back and forth, allowing my dick to venture further in each time. Before long, I was all of the way in.

A vacuum seal couldn�t have been tighter on my cock than my daughter�s ass was! I was resting there again and she stated pumping herself back and forth on me. �Do it, Daddy! I want you to fuck my ass! Do it hard!� I began moving back and forth and she matched my movements. She said to go faster and harder, so I did. It didn�t take long and I was pounding the hell out of her ass like she was a seasoned whore. All the while, she was screaming at me to go faster and harder. She told me to grab her hair and to spank her ass. She told me not to slow down and to fuck her like no one had ever been fucked before. She told me to tell her when I was going to cum. I did everything she asked.

I felt the load building and it was going to be a monster. I had visions of my cum dripping from her newly abused ass and could see how hot it would be. But those visions were not to come to pass�this time. I closed my eyes and told her I was about to cum and in a flash she was off of me. Startled and confused, I opened my eyes to see what was going on and saw her now kneeling in front of me, mouth wide open and tongue sticking out; those big beautiful eyes piercing into mine. That did it: my cock shot off like the main turret of a battleship. I blew countless flowing jets of cum right into Kyra�s mouth and she held it all there for me to see. Her mouth was about half full of cum and it started dripping down from the corners of her mouth. She rolled the sperm around in her mouth with her tongue and made quite the show of it.

My cum was all over my daughter�s lips, cheeks and chin now and she still seemed to have just as much in her mouth as before. Finally she closed her lips together and swallowed the contents of her mouth in one big gulp. She opened her mouth and there was only a little residue left coating her mouth. Then she used my dick to wipe my cum off of her face and then sucked my dick clean. I was completely astonished. She continued licking and sucking on my dick as though it hadn�t just been in her ass. By the time she was done, my cock looked like it had just been washed in the shower; clean! We went and took a nice, long, hot bath together and just enjoyed holding each other. We massaged her expanding belly and talked about baby names. But neither of us had found that name that we liked yet. There was still time for that, anyway. We both nearly fell asleep in the tub and decided it was past time for bed. We got out, dried each other off, and went to bed.

This was our new norm; every day having sex. Sometimes it was rough and dirty; most times it was sweet and passionate. Sometimes it was something in between. I did notice, though, that the only time she had an orgasm was when it was sweet, tender, and passionate. That was always my favorite, too. I loved the way her breathing became nothing but those short inhaling breaths with just a bit of a squeak in them as she looked in my eyes, mouth open with a hint of a content smile. Those visions and sounds will be with me for the rest of my life!

When Kyra was just short of eight months pregnant, her doctor gave us the news that she needed to deliver now. A cesarean wasn�t safe unless in a hospital (not an option) and the baby would be too large for Kyra�s small frame to handle if we waited much longer. I said that was fine because we were already prepared for the baby�s arrival. I still had Kyra�s old crib; we had diapers and clothes and everything a baby girl was going to need. Then Kyra said with a certain level of despair, �We have everything but a name.� Her doctor said you better figure it out now, because after today you are having this baby in the hospital. I told him to get started with what he had to do and Kyra and I started throwing names around. Kyra was given an epidural and she was so worried about the name that she hardly noticed. The doctor gave her a shot that put her in labor and said it was just a matter of time now.

After bouncing names back and forth for a while and still nothing really sounding �right� to either of us, we paused for a little and reflected inward for a name that we really liked. Suddenly, I thought of a name that I really liked and as I was about to suggest it, she suggested one at the same time. Amazingly and against what were surely astronomical odds, we came up with the same name: Elizabeth. And we both felt the same way about nicknames; she wasn�t going to be a �Liz� or �Beth�, etc� She was just �Elizabeth�. For a middle name, I suggested Kay (short for Kyra) and Kyra liked that, too. And so later that night, my first daughter, Kyra Ann, gave birth to my second daughter, Elizabeth Kay.

Both of my daughters made it through delivery without any problem. My daughter began nursing our daughter (and technically her little sister) and she loved being a mommy. I remembered seeing Karen nursing Kyra and how beautiful I thought that site was. Seeing Kyra nurse Elizabeth was even more astonishing. Elizabeth looked exactly like her preteen mother. Since I was being listed as the father and Karen as the mother, no one ever questioned the resemblance between them. Kyra loved our daughter as much as any mother could love her child; completely and unconditionally. I could tell she was a little annoyed when people called her a big sister, but that was something we just had to deal with. Besides, they weren�t completely wrong we would joke between the two of us�

---------Epilogue-------------

A few months after giving birth to Elizabeth, Kyra finally had her first period. She was not quite 13 now. She was wearing her Victoria Secret items at last. And, we still messed around and were very intimate with each other, but we couldn�t have reckless abandoned intercourse like we did before. You can get away with one pregnancy (if you are very lucky) at that age, but a second one would have the cops on my doorstep for sure.

We started wearing clothing around the house like responsible parents and most things returned to what anyone would call �normal�. Of course, after Elizabeth was asleep for the night, Kyra and I would fool around�going down on each other, playing with each other and she would even have me �put it in her ass� from time to time, but vaginal intercourse for the two of us was a thing of the past.

One night after Kyra finished nursing Elizabeth and put her down for the night, we were cuddling on the couch and just watching TV. Kyra sighed and said that she missed making love to me like we used to do and I admitted that I missed it, too, but we couldn�t risk bringing another baby into the world. She understood and agreed with a sigh. That was when I had an idea of what to get Kyra for her 13^th birthday.

I went out the next day and made an appointment to get a vasectomy. Before Kyra turned 13, the deed was done and I was shooting blanks. The day Kyra became an official teenager, I waited until Elizabeth had been put down for the night to give my oldest daughter her gift. Kyra was beside herself in anticipation to know what I got her and couldn�t wait any longer. I told her to wait in the living room and I�d go get it.

I went to our room (we were still sleeping in the same bed since Elizabeth wouldn�t know the difference) and stripped down to my skin. I put a red bow on my growing cock and called her in to �help me with her gift�. She walked in and nearly choked when she saw me standing there waiting for her. She started to undress reflexively with a confused look on her face. �Condoms?� she asked in a one word question. I shook my head no. �Anal?� she asked in another one word question. I again shook my head no as a smile grew across my face. She was still slowly undressing and I told her to unwrap her gift. She was finally naked (and WOW her lactating boobs were BIG! A large B cup at a minimum) and she cautiously came over to me.

She knelt down and pulled on the bow which came off easily. My cock hung there, semi hard and she held it gently, looking up at me. I said, �Look at the bottom side of it�� She lifted it up and I said, �See that healing scar?� She nodded her head and I told her that it was her birthday present. She looked up at me, still not knowing what to make of it. I explained that I had a vasectomy. She didn�t know what that was and started to become very confused. So I told her that it basically meant there was now no way that I could get her pregnant again. �Really?!� she asked with half enthusiasm and half caution. I said I could dump a load right on a fertile egg and there was no chance; I had no more swimmers.

She leapt up from the floor like a rocket and into my arms. Her arms and legs wrapped around me as tight as she could squeeze me. �Oh! Thank you, Daddy! That is the best birthday present you have ever given me!� she said nearly crying. I said, �Now, don�t go getting ahead of yourself: you haven�t seen my second gift for you�� I closed our bedroom door before carrying my barely 13 year old daughter to our bed where we once again made passionate love together. When her orgasm was building, she once again did the most beautiful thing in the world: her mouth opened as her eyes widened; her breathing became short inhaling breaths with a little squeak on each one; her amazing breasts, chest, neck and face flushed red. And she looked deep into my eyes and as our orgasms hit simultaneously she said, �I love you so much, Daddy!� I told her that I loved her more than she could ever imagine: she was not only my daughter, but the mother of my second daughter, too, and no one on this earth could ever mean more to me than that. A tear of joy welled up in her eye and then ran down her cheek.

All was right in the world�

The End