   M/f Incest, Preg. 
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never be 
this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
  Renascentia
   by Pedro Feelya for Steve M. Preg
   
   Steve met Sarah in grade school, they began to date in high school, they moved in together at college, and 
married very soon after.  This was back when young adults didn't race to see how many people they could fuck 
before settling down.  Steve and Sarah were soulmates, cursed by the fates to live half lives as individuals, 
complete only when they were together.  They wanted children, but they were in no hurry.  Steve wasn't sure if 
he wanted to share his love with anyone but Sarah.  Sarah was twenty six when they decided to get pregnant.  
For two years they tried to get pregnant, but the doctors said their odds were not good.  Even with In Vitro 
Fertilization, Sarah probably would not keep the baby.  So, they gave up on the idea of having children, and 
they didn't need birth control anymore.
   They settled in to live happily ever after with each other.  Then a small miracle happened.  At the age of 
thirty eight, Sarah became pregnant anyway.  She quit her job and spent her whole pregnancy taking care of 
herself, while Steve took care of everything else.  The pregnancy went well and Steve was home when Sarah 
went into labor.  At the hospital he held her hand during most of the labor.
   Then the doctor started yelling out orders and they rolled Sarah into surgery.  Later, the doctors told him 
about Sarah developing an aneurism and massive hemorrhaging.  Ultimately, when the nurse placed a 
screaming bundle of flesh into his arms, this was all that he had left of his soulmate.  He was now a widower 
and father at the same time.  He named her Renascentia, which is Latin for Rebirth.
   
   "Hey baby, I made your favorite.  Hurry up."
   A minute later Rena shuffled sleepily into the room.  Steve looked his daughter over carefully, committing 
again to his plan.
   Rena was tall and very slender for her age.  Her long hair was medium brown, with a golden shimmer in the 
morning light, and it fell straight to well below her shoulders.  Her delicate features and small nose and mouth 
were beautiful by anyone's standards.  The light dusting of freckles on her upper cheeks and nose kept her 
looking young and fresh. 
   She reminded him more of his precious Sarah every day.  Rena had the same slightly almond-shaped steel 
grey eyes. Steve remembered when he first met Sarah at Rena's age of thirteen, but he had to admit, Rena was 
even prettier, though very similar.
   Today Rena wore her usual long t-shirt sleepwear.  It was getting much too small for her and hugged her 
body tightly.  Her breasts were growing already and made definite mounds pushing outward, and her nipples 
and areolas often hardened and stuck straight out in small distinct cones.  She often complained that they hurt 
and she would rub them through her shirt in front of him.
   The shirt also hugged her slender waist which made her hips look more feminine.  The shirt was now so 
short that if she stretched or bent over, Steve could plainly see her simple white cotton panties.  She had an ass 
you could bounce a quarter off of and it stuck out, high and firm.
   Rena made her way to the refrigerator and pulled a glass from the cupboard to fill it with orange juice.  She 
turned and brightened visibly when she saw how many crepes he had made.  They sat and she filled hers with 
jams and sour cream, or her favorite, cottage cheese and raisins.  Adding a zigzag of honey and powdered sugar 
sprinkled on top completed the masterpiece.
   Rena had her thirteenth birthday almost two months ago.  She still missed her friends, even though they had 
moved to Alaska over a year ago.  Steve had tried to make it a special time, but Rena was becoming depressed 
more often.  Steve couldn't let her go to school or make friends in the nearby town.  She had her pets and farm 
animals.  Maybe he could build a large heated stable, and buy her a horse.
   After breakfast, Steve left her to clean up and wash dishes, and went to his shop to work.  Ten minutes later 
he heard the shop door close.  He looked over to see his angel with a red face and she looked distressed.
   "Daddy, I'm bleeding."
   Steve froze.  Where was she hurt?  What happened?  Would she need a doctor?
   Before he could ask any of these questions, she said, "I'm bleeding between my legs." 
   Steve exhaled in relief and anticipation.  He had been watching the changes and knew that it would be soon.  
She hadn't complained of cramps, but she had never lived with a woman and wouldn't know what to expect.
   Steve got up and escorted his little lady back into the house.  They went to the bathroom.
   "Drop your underwear and wipe yourself with the toilet paper," he instructed.
   Rena looked up at him uncertainly.  They wore underwear around each other most of the time, but she 
hesitated at being bottomless.  She pulled her panties down to her knees and tried to keep her t-shirt covering 
her bottom as she wiped with the tissue and showed him.
   There was a dark streak of old blood on it.  It was time to put his plan into action.
   "It's probably just your period.  You know what your period is, don't you?"
   Rena nodded shyly and blushed deeply.  Sex education in schools is vague and incomplete, and what 
children tell each other constitutes the bulk of their knowledge.
   "I need to examine you.  We have to be sure that's all it is, and we have to be sure that the bleeding will 
stop," he lied to his daughter.  "Go to your room and I'll be there in a minute."
   Steve went and got dark towels, a bowl of warm water, a small penlight, and some pantyliner menstrual 
pads he had bought long ago.  Then he washed his hands and went to her room.
   Rena was standing in her room, still holding her slightly bloodstained panties.  Steve acted as professional 
as possible and spread a dark towel near the end of her bed.
   "Sit here."  He pointed at the towel.
   Rena hesitated, and then walked in slow motion toward the bed, turned, and sat.
   "Lay back.  I've got to see if everything is okay."
   Steve had never tried to see his daughter naked before, so there was no reason for her not to trust him.  She 
was just nervous and unsure.
   "This shouldn't hurt, so tell me if you feel any pain at all," Steve continued.
   That was all Rena needed to hear, so she lay back and stared at the ceiling. As she lay back, her shirt was 
pulled to above her waist, fully exposing her.  He caught a whiff of a smell he recognized from fourteen years 
before.
   Steve tried to act as much like a doctor as he could.  He knelt before her, put his hands on her knees, and 
spread her legs.  Rena gave a nervous little whine.  This was the position she might give birth in one day, and 
that thought gave him a little thrill.
   Steve had dreamed of this moment for years, but had no real idea of what a thirteen year old pussy would 
look like.
   Rena had been wearing shorts a lot and she was a little tan except across her hips and pussy.  Here she was 
so white that she seemed to glow, and he could faintly see light blue veins across her pelvis.  Where white 
thighs parted, her mound of Venus was covered with only a deep shadow of soft short brown hairs.  Below were 
the thin outer lips that slowly separated to show folds of darker lips, nestled in a valley of pink.  These were the 
gates to Eden, the garden of creation.
   There were thin dark red lines of wet blood in every crevice.  This was her lifeblood, given to cleanse 
herself for his implantation.
   Steve carefully wet a washcloth and wiped her pussy clean from bottom to top.  Rena gasped when he first 
touched her, but then bravely shivered in nervousness without saying anything.
   "You've grown up to be a mature woman.  You are very beautiful.  Everything looks good.  Okay, I've got 
to look inside now."
   Immediately he placed the fingers of his right hand on either side of her labia, to spread them.  He placed his 
left hand on her lower stomach and mound, and his left thumb just happened to accidentally fall directly on top 
of the hood at the top of her pussy.
   In the daylight through the window Steve could plainly see a white membrane with a small lopsided hole in 
the center.  Now he was glad he hadn't bought her the horse.  It might have ruined her maidenhead.  As it was, 
the hole was too small to fit a tampon.  It was perfect.  The perfect fertile place to plant and grow his soul.
   Steve let go of her pussy and fished in his pocket for the flashlight.  His left thumb just happened to start 
rubbing circles on her nub as he fumbled about.  Rena shifted uneasily, and sighed without reason, but said 
nothing.
   With the flashlight in his right hand, he slid his left hand down her to the top of her pussy and spread the lips 
with his fingers.  Even with the flashlight he really couldn't see anything more.
   "Well, I don't see any clots, cysts, or lacerations.  I don't think it's done bleeding yet though.  I want to check 
again in a couple hours."  Nothing he said was actually a lie.
   He pulled his left hand up and off, and one finger accidentally slipped inside the folds of her pussy, tracing 
some moisture up to her clitoris.  Rena's muscles flexed for a moment.  
   Steve looked at his reddened fingers.  He had never considered how intimate and sacrosanct the fluids of her 
first sign of fertility were.  He thought he would be repulsed, but instead, as he rubbed and smelled the thin 
blood drying on his fingers, he felt blessed to be trusted with something even his own beloved Sarah had hid 
from him.  
   Quickly he wiped his hands clean to hide his thoughts from his daughter.  He told her to stay where she was 
and got a fresh pair of soft cotton panties for her.  He attached the panty liner as she watched, and then slid the 
panties onto her legs.  He pushed them all the way down to her sweet butt with his hands warmly sliding along 
her legs.
   Trying to act uninterested, he said, "We'll see what it looks like in a couple hours."
   
   Steve tried to go back to work in the shop, but found himself daydreaming too much about the next two 
weeks.  He now had ten days to try and correct for thirteen years of having to live with only a teasing taste of 
his soulmate.  He felt like a heel, trying to seduce his only daughter, but ultimately, everything he did would be 
for love.  Every day he missed Sarah terribly, and though he loved the gift she had left him, Rena was not Sarah.
   Steve waited for two and a half hours, just to torture and tease himself.  He went back into the house where 
Rena sat at the kitchen table, doing her homeschool schoolwork.  He washed his hands and then sat beside her 
to check her work.
   Steve had always been aware that she was feminine, but now he noticed the smell of her hair, the swell of 
her small breasts, and the concerned way she looked at him.  Her hands were small and pink and fragile. She 
hadn't changed her clothes and still wore the tight long t-shirt and white underwear.
   Rena seemed to be more nervous and fidgety.  She was probably still worried about her period.
   "We should probably check your bleeding again," he commented.
   "Okay, sure," she verbally expressed her compliance.
   Rena led the way to her bedroom where everything was still in place.  She pulled off her panties and they 
both examined the thin red streak there.  Her period was still light, but flowing.  Steve pulled off the liner and 
showed his daughter how to fold it.  Then she lay back on the bed and spread her legs without being told.
   Steve was elated with her acceptance and trust.  He again tried to play doctor, kneeling and washing her 
clean.  The water was cold, and she gasped and giggled but didn't complain as he did an overly thorough job of 
rubbing her pussy deeply and completely.  Rena sighed deeply several times.
   Then Steve again held her lower tummy and rubbed her hooded clitty with his thumb as he fumbled about.  
All of Rena's muscles were tightening.
   This time, Steve commented on how it didn't look just right, and he needed to touch her.  He placed his right 
forefinger in the hole of her vagina.  Rena didn't move.  She stopped breathing and then the muscles in her 
pussy began to retract around his finger, almost like it was trying to suck his finger in. 
    Steve wiggled his finger around sharply, like a doctor might, but careful not to push any deeper or touch her 
hymen.  Rena exhaled slowly, with a low sound that was barely audible as a moan.
   "Hmmm," he said theatrically.  "It's still bleeding, but it looks better. I would still like to check it again in 
two hours."
   Steve pulled his finger free from her tight hole and slid it up and down her entire crack twice.  Then he let 
go of her clitoris and pulled away.  His finger was bloody now.  He had to resist the urge to lick his finger in 
front of his daughter, and taste her blood and moisture.  Instead, he wiped it clean. 
   Steve wondered if he had been going too far too fast, seeing if she would accuse him of being bad.  He stood 
and became aware of his hard-on caught painfully in his pants.
   Rena saw it, but Steve quickly bent over and picked up her panties.  He handed the panties and a fresh 
pantyliner to her as she lay on the bed.  He showed her how to attach it.  Then she handed her panties back to 
him as she kept her legs spread wide all this time. Finally, he pushed them together when he again got to slide 
her panties over her ticklish feet, her slender calves and thighs, and finally to cover her soft promise of home.
   Rena asked if she could shower and for some reason he desperately wanted to watch.  He nodded yes and 
then turned to go.
   "Daddy," Rena said sweetly, "I love you."
   "I know," he said haughtily, teasing her, "but not nearly as much as I love you."
   
   Now he had to go to his secret place in his shop to masturbate.  For years, all he did was remember his 
Sarah, but lately it was their child he saw in his fantasies.  In the bible they would say, "he spilled his seed on 
the ground."  The reason he wasted his precious seed was because he imagined planting it in the most pure and 
fertile soil possible.
   Steve knew he had to slow down.  If he pushed his daughter too hard, she might fear or resent him.  If she 
ended up hating him, it would ruin all his plans.  She had to accept his gift, and love the baby born from it.  If 
she rejected his gift, she would be rejecting him, her mother, and their two half souls that would be combined 
again through her, into her baby.
   He tried desperately to get back to work and forget the whole thing.  Still, He was distinctly aware when two 
hours had passed.  Then he heard a noise and looked up.
   "It's been two hours," she said.
   Rena stood there, looking like the sunniest day in spring.  She wore a pure white sun dress she loved.  
Maybe because she never had access to a lot of women's frilly things, Rena never developed a taste for make-
up, jewelry, or fashion.  Her face and skin were already pretty, and without those things her simple beauty 
showed through.  When she blushed, it was a real blush.  When she sweat a little, she glowed.
   Right now, her hair fell back behind her ears, and her natural skin colors brightened then flowed down to 
whiteness as his gaze descended down the deep V in her dress above her breasts.  She smiled.
   Steve sat and stared for a moment.
   "You said you wanted to look at me again in two hours," she reminded him.
   If she wasn't going to ask about his touching her pussy, he wasn't going to ask why she looked like a 
fairytale dream.
   "My God, you look fantastic.  No, I haven't forgotten, but I'm glad you reminded me.  Let me wash up 
first."
   She followed him to the bathroom, and then led him to her bedroom.  She seemed different now.  She was 
confident and comfortable. 
   Rena looked at the bed with the black towel still on it.
   "Oh, I shouldn't be wearing this."  She looked down at her white dress.
   Without hesitation, she started pulling it over her head.  When she pulled it off, she managed to hold it 
bunched around her titties, hiding them.  She hadn't exposed anything Steve hadn't seen when she was in a 
bikini, but now his thirteen year old daughter's body caused his cock to stiffen and he felt it rise.  She was 
slender like a child, but like when a rose can be most beautiful just as it is starting to blossom, he couldn't 
imagine her being any more radiant.  There was a freshness in her first fulfillments of her womanhood that was 
intoxicating.
   Steve was staring again.
   "Well?"  She said it like he was being silly.  "Take them off." 
   It took a heartbeat for Steve to realize she wanted him to pull off her panties.
   He first tried to swallow.  Then he bent and knelt to one knee.  He reached up and hooked his thumbs into 
the sides of her panties, and pulled them down slowly like a curtain falling after the final scene of an act and 
making way for the next.  Her unhidden pussy came into view, with its soft cleft whispering secrets only his 
body could fathom. His fingers trailed down her legs as he leaned his face closer, as though hoping for a kiss.  
Finally, her panties reached the floor and he was prostrate before her supremacy of beauty.
   Steve couldn't look away from her young warm forbidden Shangri-la.  Her hips had just begun to widen and 
her pubic hair was so light that it didn't even hide her skin.  Her pussy lips were pouty, and the closed split 
between them was a pink line that begged to be explored.
   Rena danced out of her underwear and spun toward the bed, then paused.  Her entire backside, from heel to 
head, was naked and being displayed for him.  Her neck curved into her shoulders and her lower back curved 
into her fine ass with a gracefulness that would make artists weep.
   Then Rena gracefully turned and sat.
   Steve was sure of it now; he was not the one doing the seducing.  He didn't know what Rena's plan was or 
what she wanted.  He could ask her, but that would risk everything if he laid his cards on the table.
   But things were going way too fast.  The plan was supposed to take ten days, and they were already halfway 
there but only halfway through the first day.
   Steve knew that when lost, taken off guard, or uncertain, you should always try to stick to the original plan.  
Besides, he had fantasized about this plan for years, and he didn't want to miss a minute of it.
   He walked over and openly gazed down on the peaceful and lovely face of his daughter.  She already 
seemed to glow.  Then he knelt down between her bare legs.  Rena lay back, opened her legs wide and lifted her 
knees high.  Her white thighs only accented the dark rose red of her pussy.  She was bleeding a little more now.
   Steve reached for the washcloth and found that the water was hot.  Rena had prepared for this moment.  He 
carefully began to wash her very slowly, enjoying every moment.  He started far outside of where he needed to 
and worked his way in.  Rena didn't move and only sighed deeply, constantly.
   When he had washed to the middle, and began to meticulously wash each fold of her pussy, Rena began to 
whine quietly.  When he couldn't justify rubbing her pussy with the wet cloth any more, he again rested his left 
hand on her lower tummy and began to massage her wet clitty with his thumb.  Rena began to moan steadily.
   Steve began to stroke up and down her labia with his other fingers and finally slid one into her virginal hole, 
up to her hymen.  Rena grunted loudly now, and then her flesh around her hole closed up tightly on his finger.  
He began to rub that finger around in circles, trying to massage the edges of her hole.  Rena squirmed and her 
unnatural sounds got louder. 
   Everything Steve had done so far, they could at least pretend to be innocent.  He wasn't ready to cross the 
line into things he couldn't explain.  No matter how fast she followed and pushed the plan, he wasn't going to let 
her go too far and get scared by it.  He was a little scared and beginning to doubt what he was doing.  It wasn't 
supposed to be like this.  Maybe everything he was doing was too wrong.  He had to stop now.
   Steve pulled away his bloody fingers, and washed his daughter lightly again.  He could tell from her 
breathing that she was upset.  He could almost hear her mind scream at him.  He got up, and without looking 
into her accusing eyes, changed her pantyliner for her and slid her underwear on cautiously.
   Steve turned to go.  "Everything is wonderful.  In a couple hours I would like to do more," he stopped to 
correct himself, "I would like to check again."  He knew he was screwing up.  He just didn't know if Rena knew 
what she was rushing into.  In all his fantasies she remained innocent and unchanged, and he bore the brunt of 
his sins.  In his fantasies, he didn't realize how much this could hurt her emotionally.  He then walked out of her 
bedroom door, leaving her on her back, almost naked, with her legs still in the air.
   Still, Steve went back to his shop and immediately to his hidy-hole so he could masturbate.  When he came 
back out, he thought he heard the shop door click very quietly, but no one was there.  For the next two hours he 
pounded his brain, trying to figure out what his thirteen year old daughter knew.
   So Steve waited for her to come get him again.  Right at two hours, the shop door opened.  She wore the 
fresh white dress again.  This time she didn't say anything, but walked up and took his hand.  She led him to the 
bathroom where he washed up and then she led him to her bedroom.  She pulled him to her bed, then pulled her 
dress up over her head and let it drop to the floor.  She had lost some of her confidence, but not her desire.
   Rena stood tall; the top of her head came up to his chin, and she looked at his chest.  He looked down at her 
breasts.  They were each a small handful.  Her nipples were small like her mother's had been, but they were still 
growing.  If he kept to his plan, they would soon be swelling full of milk.  Her nipples barely poked out from 
the end of her puffy cone-shaped areolas.  They were an even light pink color that stood out from her bright 
white curved breasts. 
   Steve looked at his maturing daughter's breasts and didn't know what to do.  She wasn't moving, just 
waiting for him.  She was so vulnerable and unsure.  He could feel her desire, but didn't trust why she was so 
direct and passionate.
   "God," he said slowly.  "You are even more gorgeous than your mother."
   Rena looked up into his eyes in shock and quickly looked away toward the bed.  She carefully lay back onto 
it.  She was determined not to speak, and it created a powerful magic.
   Steve pulled her panties off and down to her feet.  He noticed that they were pink lace, fancier and prettier 
than the ones he had put on her.
   This time, when Steve knelt before her, his thirteen year old daughter didn't raise her legs in eagerness.  He 
lifted one leg and held it up by her thigh below her knee, then he lifted the other.  Next he bent and kissed her 
thigh slowly about half way down.  There was no reason for this and he wouldn't be able to justify it; he just 
wanted it.  His plan was completely useless and he was flying blind.
   Rena inhaled deeply in a long gasp.  It sounded like she was preparing for a lot more.  Steve kissed her other 
thigh.  He could feel her relax.  He continued to work his way down both legs, kissing and nibbling on the 
softest parts of her inner thighs.  Rena began to moan with each breath.
   When he got close to her blood-smeared crack, he had to release her legs.  The washcloth was again hot.  He 
didn't spend too much time washing her before he put the cloth back.  He again grasped her thighs and, 
lowering his face, placed a firm kiss on her pubic mound.  Rena whined.
   Steve began to kiss the outside of her pussy lips and tongue the soft areas vigorously.  Then, suddenly, he 
covered her pussy with his mouth.
   Steve had never eaten out his wife when she was on her period.  He had never thought about it.  And now he 
wondered why.  No man had ever shed this blood.  This gift belongs only to a woman able to conceive, is an 
intimate part of her fertility cycle, and yet in some ways, her greatest shame.  Suddenly, Steve wanted to be 
privileged.  Especially since it was his daughter's first period and her first time being kissed down there.  
   He hadn't expected a huge mess or a disgusting taste, but he was a little disappointed in its mildness.  Her 
pussy was wet from the washing, and he could taste only a little warm flavor, though it was very familiar.  He 
had cut his fingers enough to know the taste of blood.  This was a little bit softer, sweeter, and very nice.
   Steve licked up the length of his daughter's crack.  Rena cried out.  He felt responsible to give her an 
orgasm.  He lick-wiggled his tongue up and down her crack, building her up.  Then he stuck his tongue into her 
hole far enough to feel the hymen.  He wiggled his tongue hard and sucked at her warm flavor.  Rena was 
starting to lose control and began bucking on the bed.
   Steve held his daughter down and began to nibble and flick at the hood covering her virgin clitty.  Rena 
began wailing and started to spasm.  He held her and kept licking gently until his daughter came down slowly 
from her climax.  Then he licked her clean, wiped his face with the washcloth, and stood to get her panties.  His 
cock was rock-hard and stood straight out in his pants.  Rena watched it and him as he prepared her fancy pink 
lace panties and then slid them up over her legs.  While still bent over, he leaned over her body and kissed her 
lovingly on the cheek.
   Steve immediately went to his shop and to the secret place.  He pulled out his cock, added lotion, and began 
to work it furiously.  He was getting close to cumming when she stepped around the corner.
   Rena had caught him.  She was still wearing only panties and her nipples on her high breasts were hard in 
the cool air, or perhaps for another reason.
   Steve froze.  What was he going to do?  His pants were down around his ankles and his hand-covered cock 
was in plain view between them.  Her mother had never watched him masturbate; she would have wanted to 
help.  But she often stood around topless in her underwear and watched him do things.  The memories brought 
tears to his eyes.  For years he masturbated to memories of his soulmate just standing, watching him.  Now her 
legacy also stood before him.  His cock hardened at the idea.  He rubbed it a few times and felt the power of his 
desire.
   His thirteen year old daughter stood and watched her father masturbate.  He watched her and didn't have to 
fantasize about anything.  Her lips were red and she licked them uncertainly.  Her eyes were soft and glued to 
his cock.  Her look was non-judgmental, only interested.  Her shoulders weren't completely bare.  Her soft 
brown hair fell over them and down her back.  She stood, unconscious of how erotically her whole body 
screamed of her readiness to mate.  He imagined what she would look like with her tummy stretched out and 
her breasts swollen.
   Steve was cumming hard and he kept his eyes glued to his daughter's face.  He held his hand over the end of 
his cock and, as he came, white sperm leaked over his fingers and dripped to the floor.  Then he relaxed.  With 
the show over, Rena turned and disappeared around the corner.
   It was a crappy day to get any work done.  Steve piddled around, and decided this was his final two hours.  
Thirteen years of planning had fallen apart in the first day.  Now he was just a passenger on this runaway train 
and there was nothing he seemed to be able to control, least of all himself.  He still missed his Sarah so much. 
Rena was not Sarah; she was Sarah's gift to him, but it cost Sarah her life.  He should hate his daughter, but he 
couldn't.  Rena could give him back a little piece of Sarah.  A soul is far too precious to bind within just one 
person.  He wanted Sarah's and his soul to be passed to as many children and generations as possible.
   A few minutes before the two hours were up, Steve looked up and saw his daughter standing patiently.  She 
was still naked except for the fancy underwear.  He stood and she walked up and stood close to him, really 
close.  He looked down into her eyes and she looked up into his.  He could smell her body and feel her breath.  
   He wanted her.  She wanted him.  All the logic and reasoning faded.  Everything he believed and had been 
taught was wrong.  He wanted her just for himself.  What could it hurt to kiss her upturned mouth?  He lowered 
his head.
   Their lips met and they shared softness and warmth, gentleness and passion.  She learned as they kissed and 
followed his lead.  After a minute he wrapped his arms around her.  After another minute, he broke the kiss and 
pulled back.  He would not take her like an animal.  If he would have her, there was no hurry.
   "I need to wash up," he whispered to her. 
   Rena giggled and followed him to the bathroom.  He was planning to quit for the day and he usually 
showered.  He started the shower before he washed his hands.  Rena was standing in the bathroom doorway.
   He looked into her eyes.  "I know you've showered already today.  But if you want ..."
   Rena stepped into the bathroom and giggled, smiling.  She wanted to be silent again.  Steve began to 
unbutton his shirt and she helped with a few buttons.  He kicked off his shoes, then undid his pants and let them 
fall.  She bent quickly to pull down his underwear and began to pull off his socks.  When she stood her arm 
brushed his half-erect manhood. 
   Steve bent, pulled down her underwear, and kissed her tight little tummy.  Someday soon her belly would be 
huge with an already-loved life inside it.  He then opened the shower door and led her in.  As the water poured 
over her, it made the shower floor pink for a few seconds, and then cleared.  It was hard to share the same 
showerhead, but it wasn't a competition. 
   He took the soap and began to lather her back and shoulders as she pulled her hair over her neck to her 
front.  Then he reached lower and began to rub her soft tush.  It was firm and smooth and deliciously curved.  
He ran his hand deep in the crack of her ass and fingered the tight muscular hole there.  He realized his hand 
was supporting more of her weight, as she was either trying to impale herself on his finger or her legs were 
faltering.
   Steve pulled his hand free from his daughter's butt and turned her so that he could rinse off her back.  She 
flipped her hair behind her and he began to lather up her perfect little titties.  He couldn't remember her mother's 
titties being this firm, but when you're young, those things aren't as important.  He had never intentionally 
touched his little girl's tits before, and now he got to enjoy massaging and squeezing them.  Rena enjoyed it too 
and tilted her head back and hummed.
   Steve's cock was standing at attention and painfully waving back and forth.  After a minute, he decided to 
finish this.  He stepped to her side and began to lather the soap in circles down her ribs, stomach, lower tummy, 
and onto her mound.  Then he transferred the soap to his other hand and ran it down the crack of her pert ass 
again.
   Carefully, Steve slid his finger down the slit of his thirteen year old daughter's virgin pussy.  She leaned 
heavily against his arm and moaned deeply.  He began to rub his finger up and down.  At the same time he ran 
all of his fingers of his other hand down deep into the crack of her ass, and under.  His fingers of both hands 
almost met and he could support most of her weight.  Within a few seconds he did have to hold her entire 
weight in the warm spray as he rubbed her pussy from the front and underneath.
   Rena clutched at his arm and she convulsed against him as she came quickly and powerfully.  Steve held her 
lovingly in his arms as she recovered and looked up into his eyes.  They kissed as their heads passed under the 
warm spray of the shower.  That was a sensation he would never forget.
   Then Rena picked up the soap.  She had always been fascinated by her father's mat of chest hair, and now 
she played freely with the soap in it.  Then her hands dropped and wrapped around his iron-hard sword.  He 
could tell she didn't know what to do with it, but that was hardly disappointing.  He would be happy to teach her 
later.  For now she explored it with her hands and cleaned it thoroughly.  Then she ran one hand up between his 
legs and up the crack of his butt.  He whooped loudly in surprise and they both burst out laughing.
   Rena didn't want to stop playing with his dick, but Steve had her rinse him off, then they both stepped out 
of the shower.  Rena reached for a towel but he took it from her.  He would take every opportunity to touch her 
body that he could, and now he got to rub her down with a towel while she turned and posed for him.
   Steve made her put on underwear so she wouldn't drip blood in the house, but she wanted him to remain 
naked.  They sat in her room while he dried and brushed out her hair.  He did this at least once a week anyway, 
but never with her fondling his erect penis in her hands.  Now that she could touch it, she didn't ever want to let 
go.
   When he was done, Steve lay back to talk to his daughter.  They had a couple hours until dinner anyway.
   Rena had her own plans.  With her father on his back and his hard cock in her hands, she pulled off her 
panties, knelt beside him and swung one leg over his body, starting to straddle him and push his cock into her 
crotch.
   Steve quickly grabbed her by the ribs and kept her from impaling herself.  He looked deeply into her eyes so 
she could see he wasn't mad.
   "Rena, what are you doing?  Why are you doing this?" he asked calmly and softly.
   "I want to fuck you.  I thought you wanted to fuck."
   Ultimately, he did, but not like this.  He lifted her off of him and laid her nude body beside him, so they 
faced each other.
   "First off," he said gently, "I don't fuck and have never fucked.  I have only made love to your mother."  He 
paused a long time.  "And yes, I want to make love to you.  But why do you want to make love to me?"
   Rena looked down at the blankets.  "Because you're sad.  Because you're alone.  I know you loved Mom and 
you never talk about her.  When you do talk about her, it hurts you."
   Steve nodded.  It was probably all true.
   Rena continued.  "I started my period today and I think you have been waiting for that.  It means that I am a 
woman now, but I think it's important because I can become pregnant too."
   Steve hadn't realized how transparent he had been.  He nodded again.
   "I always thought you hated babies.  You never wanted to be around them, and they upset you.  Then I saw 
you watch a baby once, and you cried.  Now I see that you hurt when you see a baby.  You want one so bad that 
you can't stand to see someone else's."
   Steve had to admit he was feeling a bit of a tear now as he listened to his brilliant daughter.
   "I don't know why you haven't found someone to make a baby for you.  I know that you can't find anyone to 
replace Mom, but you love me too.  You tell me how much like Mom that I am.  I don't want to be Mom, but I 
want you to be with somebody you love."  She paused as though making a final decision.  "I want to give you a 
baby.  I want to make babies with you, if you'll have me."
   Steve's face was streaming with tears and he was too choked up to speak.  He pulled his daughter's body to 
his and cried for a long time.  He cried about his loss.  He cried for his hate of the fates.  He cried for his 
daughter's completely selfless gift.  He cried for the happiness of sharing his soul.
   When he was all out of tears, he let go of his precious daughter.  "You were your mother's last gift to me, 
but you are gift greater than her.  She gave me someone I could love even more than her."
   Rena looked at him warily.  "But, you still want babies don't you?"
   Steve laughed.  "I want lots of babies.  And I want you.  For better or worse, in sickness and in health.  For 
the rest of my life, or as long as you will have me, I will only be yours."
   It wasn't a proposal of marriage, but it was close enough.
   Rena looked into his eyes.  "I accept."
   
   After a minute Rena looked at her father/husband's hard cock again.  "When do we start?"
   Steve giggled with glee.  "Not yet; it's not that easy.  I want it to be special."
   "But I want to get pregnant now," she pouted.
   Steve couldn't help but love her impatience.  "Hush.  We have ten days until you can even get pregnant.  
And there are a lot of fun things to making love.  Don't be in a hurry.  I promise I will show you everything."
   "Hmm," she murmured as she snuggled up to him.  "I like the sound of that."
   Steve decided they should go over her schoolwork and eat dinner before her first lesson.  It was hard to 
check her homework while she kept rubbing his cock to keep it hard.  Then they had trouble making dinner 
while keeping their hands off each other's bodies.
   Afterward Steve invited his daughter/wife/lover to his room, well, their room.  He started moving all his 
stuff to one side.  Rena started helping, then asked why.
   "You don't want to sleep together?" Steve asked, surprised.
   "We can do that?  I mean, you want to do that?  Wow, why didn't we do this before?"
   Steve didn't have a good answer for that last question.  He also wished they had figured all this out before he 
made his stupid plan to seduce his daughter.
   They then both jumped on the big bed and bounced around.
   Rena sat up.  "I want to make love now."
   Steve chuckled at how eager she was.  At least she didn't say 'fuck.'  
   "It's not that simple.  You're a virgin.  It will hurt and you might not even be able to fit me inside you.  There 
might be a lot of pain and some bleeding."
   "Bleeding?"  She looked at him sarcastically.
   "Okay, that was stupid.  A little more bleeding.  But losing your virginity is a big deal.  With all that we've 
been through today, you want to lose your virginity too?"
   Rena thought about it for a second.  "Yes."
   Steve thought about it for a minute.  His daughter started her period, became a woman, had her first orgasm, 
watched a man masturbate, replaced her mother, married her father, and now wanted to lose her virginity, all in 
the same day!  They would need to mark this day on the calendar.
   Instead of replying, he leaned forward and kissed his thirteen year old daughter.  She kissed back eagerly.  
He pressed harder and forced her head down to the mattress as he crawled over her body.  His cock was already 
hard, and it slid up along the inside of her leg.  Rena sucked in her breath as it pressed up against her panty-
covered pussy.
   Steve looked into her eyes.  "Are you sure you're ready to give up your virginity?"
   She stared steadily into his.  "Yes."
   "Okay then."  Steve crawled off of her and off the bed.  "Let's make this a romantic night to remember."  He 
went to his big bathroom and started to run a hot bath. 
   
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