   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 02
   by Pedro Feelya for Steve M. Preg
   
   
   
   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.
   Rena growled when he left her on the bed, but she understood what her father wanted and went to her room 
to put her hair up. 
   Steve headed for the kitchen.  He grabbed the chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and some cold sodas.  It had 
been over thirteen years since he had done this.  Maybe it was when Sarah was six months pregnant with Rena. 
He wracked his brain trying to remember what else would be fun.
   Steve got back to the bathroom before the bathwater needed to be turned off.  He grabbed a decorative bottle 
that had been a gift many years before.  It had some kind of bath soap in it and he poured half the bottle in.  It 
smelled of lavender. 
   Candles.  He forgot candles.  He turned to get some.  Rena was standing in the doorway.  Her hair was 
pulled up and her neck was slender and longer than he remembered.  She was wearing nothing, but somehow, 
the way she stood, he felt like he had never seen her naked before.  She didn't have the look of a child.  She 
didn't look at him like her father.
   Her high breasts and soft-colored nipples seemed as natural as rain.  One hand was held against her tummy. 
A tummy that soon would be filled, and hopefully later, very full.  Her hips weren't too much wider than her 
waist, but promised to accommodate him now, and the life that would be created inside her later.  The light 
shadow of hair in such a small area over her pussy was the only thing that betrayed her age of thirteen.
   Rena wasn't standing in a pose.  She was just watching him, trusting him, and waiting for him.  He stepped 
up to her and she automatically tilted her head back, closed her eyes slowly, and searched upward with her lips. 
   Steve couldn't remember what he had been thinking about a second before.  He carefully met her lips and 
they kissed, softly, not touching any other part of their bodies.  He reached behind her and turned off the light.  
There was still plenty of sunlight coming from the window, through the blinds, from the Alaskan evening.
   Their lips separated very slowly, as if begging for a reason to come back together.  Then Steve reached 
down and took her hand.  He led her to the bathtub and supported her as she gingerly climbed into the hot water.  
He climbed in behind her and when they sat, she leaned back against his chest. 
   They soaked for a minute, getting used to the temperature.  Then he began to stroke her arms.  She melted 
back into him.  His fingers began to traces lines and squiggles, up her arms, over her shoulders, down her sides, 
over her ribs, and began back up to her breasts.  Before he could reach them, her hands covered his and stopped 
them.  Then she pulled his hands up and pressed them firmly to her breasts. 
   Rena's hands began to squeeze and massage the back of his hands and he did the same to her breasts.  His 
half-hard cock grew to full-hard, trapped between them.  Rena let go of his hands and he continued to feel her 
firm smooth globes with their unnaturally hard nipples in the centers.  Then his hands worked downward, 
massaging. 
   Both of Steve's hands reached down and began rubbing the insides of her thighs, with the backs of his 
fingers sliding along the outside of her pussy lips.  Rena moaned loudly and squirmed against his body, her 
lower back in particular rubbed across his hard cock.
   Steve then pulled his hands free of her crotch, slid them outside of her thighs, and then underneath her to 
cradle the crease where her legs met her bottom.  He didn't want her too excited yet.  Rena sighed, but 
continued to relax against her father's hairy chest.
   After a minute, he lifted her butt up slightly in the water and slid his hands firmly under her.  With the heel 
of his hands just outside her hips, her fingers could touch under the crack of her bottom.  He bent his fingers 
upward.  His forefingers felt folds of soft flesh while his pinky felt her wrinkled tight anus that contracted at his 
touch.  Every muscle in Rena's body tightened a fraction.  He waited for her to relax again. 
   Steve began to flex his hands, rhythmically squeezing her muscular butt, while his fingers wiggled a little 
also, adding to the feeling. 
   Rena lifted her hands high above her head, then joined them behind his neck and locked her fingers.  With 
her head turned to the side, he had to look down the length of her slender stretched-out body.  Her breasts 
almost disappeared as she stretched, but her nipples now poked out like beacons.  He might be able to play her 
body like a fine musical instrument, but all she had to do was stretch out her nude body against his, and he was 
ready to cum.
   Steve stopped moving so they could both relax again.  All this had taken quite a bit of time and the bath was 
beginning to cool.  Pulling his right hand free of her butt, he laid it gently over her pussy.  His left hand dug in 
deeper underneath her. 
   Rena must have known what was coming, but continued to relax against him.  Even with the nice-smelling 
soap in the water, her skin was not slippery.  Steve had to be very careful as he laid his fingers down inside her 
fertile valley.  He began to flex the fingers of both hands in a wave motion.  Rena's whole body tightened and 
she held onto his neck.  Steve began to work his first finger down her pussy and into her hole.  He couldn't feel 
the hole in her hymen.  Rena's body was starting to rock with his finger motions, but he could still keep her hips 
immobile.  He reached into the right spot with his pinky.  He could feel the hole, but could barely get the tip of 
his finger in.  He wanted to stretch it now if he could. 
   Rena stiffened and laid her small hand on his, but didn't pull it back.  He knew she was feeling some pain, 
but wanted to endure it silently.  It was no use.  If he was going to be inside his baby doll tonight, he was just 
going to have to "bust her cherry".  He wasn't going to love himself for that.  He could only hope she would 
still love him. 
   Steve pulled his fingers up a little and began to rub her clitoris directly and work his other pinky against her 
butthole.  Why waste an opportunity to make her cum?  She would be good for more. 
   Rena didn't complain, but began to thrash about.  The water was sloshing over the edges of the tub by the 
time her muscles flexed and she began to stiffen.  She let out a low wail that echoed in the small room. 
   Steve slowed his fingers and then held them still as soon as she started to soften.  Rena collapsed back 
against him like a rag doll.  He moved his fingers out, but still cupped her most private places comfortingly.  
She relaxed against him, unmoving.
   After a few minutes of cooling off, Rena suddenly curled up her legs and spun to face him in the water.  Her 
hands didn't have to search far in the soapy water to find his stiff rod.  She began to stroke it like she had seen 
him stroke himself earlier.  The water was not a lubricant, but her touch was soft and ticklish. 
   Steve relaxed and lay back dreamily.  She wasn't doing enough to make him cum, and he wasn't about to 
waste his liquid love in bathwater.  But, it was wonderful and the attention she lavished on him translated 
directly into love.
   After a couple minutes, Rena was becoming frustrated, but Steve had no intention of cumming.  Later, he 
would explain to her how much more gifted women were in receiving orgasms, and men couldn't cum as often.  
For now, he stood in the cool water and his stiff cock waved in his daughter's face.  He helped her up and 
quickly rinsed them both off in the shower.  He planned to lick large areas of her body and didn't want to get 
sick from eating so much soap.
   Still wet, he picked her up by the butt and she wrapped her legs around him.  His hard cock pressed against 
her tight tummy, begging to be let in. 
   In the bedroom, he laid her on the bed, on her back, and tried to pull away.  She wouldn't let him, and he 
had to peel her arms and legs apart as she giggled.  He then wrapped her up in the bedcover to keep her warm.  
It would probably be awhile before she developed enough blood to leak again.
   He literally ran from the room, comically.  In the bathroom he grabbed the stuff he brought from the 
kitchen.  He remembered the candles and went to get them.  At the linen closet he grabbed all the soft dark 
towels they had. 
   He ran back to the bedroom where Rena eyed him impatiently.  He set up the candles and turned out the 
lights.  Then he spread out the towels on the bed. 
   Steve took a very long breath to calm himself, and began to unwrap his gift, carefully and slowly.  Her 
reclining form emerged from shadow in the dim flickering light.  He tossed the bedcovers to the side.  The 
magic had begun.  He gave her his only instructions.  "Relax and do nothing."
   Obeying her lover father, Rena stretched out lazily, and very sexily.  Steve groaned.  He didn't know where 
to begin.  Start at the top and work his way down.
   He crawled on hands and knees onto the bed and over her body, daring her to reach up and touch him. His 
cock kept hitting her accidentally and she giggled.  He lowered his head and kissed her brow.  Then her 
temples.  Then the side of her nose. 
   Rena whined in impatience.  Steve stopped that with a kiss on the lips.  He kissed her again and forced her 
mouth open.  He broke away and then kissed her again, and her mouth opened to meet his.  His tongue licked 
her teeth and met her tongue.  She experimented, licking his tongue also. 
   They didn't have time for him to teach her all the intricate delicacies of mouth to mouth stimulation.  He 
sucked firmly, forcing his lips hard against hers.  Then he broke the kiss, leaving her searching for more. 
   He bit and nibbled at her strong chin and lean jawline and then he began to suck firmly at one spot on her 
neck.  A big hickey would be just one more reminder that would last for days; and every hickey after that would 
have special meaning. 
   When Steve was sure her temporary tattoo of lust would be very visible, he moved back up her neck to her 
ear.  Hot breath and gentle nibbles extracted pleasant sounds and fast breathing from his little girl.  As he 
nuzzled her like a hungry bear, he felt her delicate hand curl around his dick.
   "No cheating," he reminded her.  "This is my fun.  You don't need to do anything."
   Steve moved downward out of her grasp and began dry-kissing her broad bare shoulders.  In the flickering 
candlelight he could see her skin here was unblemished, without even a mole.  Her complexion was lighter, 
tending to redden instead of tan, but there was a definite bikini pattern of white covering her small tits.  And 
what glorious tits they were.  Each one was only most of a handful, but the skin around the nipple was so white 
it seemed translucent.  The nipples didn't distend from her areolas like her mother's did, but were just the end of 
a sweet pink cone that begged to be kissed and sucked.
   In the candlelight, her nipples seemed much darker, and erotic.  They were hypnotic and called for him to 
worship them.  He wondered at the taste of the nourishment that would first come from these springs of milk.  
He had never gotten to taste Sarah's, his dead wife's.  For thirteen years he had wondered what both he and 
Rena had missed.  Soon Rena would provide for him.
   Steve leaned his head down and blew cold breath across each nipple.  Rena giggled and squirmed.  Her 
nipples firmed up and stood defiant.  He gently kissed the right one.  Her muscles shied almost imperceptibly.  
He kept his warm mouth over her nipple and gently sucked. 
   Rena inhaled, swelling her chest and forcing her tittie into his face.  Steve sucked firmly, then popped his 
mouth free.  She gasped.  Then he moved his head over and broadly licked right over her right nipple.  Again 
Rena sharply inhaled, forcing her tittie hard against his mouth and she moaned.  He knew that she must really 
trust him to be enjoying these strange new feelings so quickly.
   Steve tried to drive his daughter mad as he licked and swirled his tongue, awakening her nerve endings.  He 
explored the firm feminine curve of her breasts, and the sensitive skin all about them, with love bites and his 
wandering fingers.
   Rena was having trouble keeping still and keeping her arms at her sides.  When Steve felt he had tortured 
her with pleasure enough, he wanted to add some fun.
   The chocolate syrup and whipped cream were within reach, and Rena's eyes got really wide when her father 
grabbed the whipped cream can and began to shake it.  He told her to open her mouth and he squirted a little in 
so she could taste it, like they had always done. 
   Rena laughed as she swallowed.  She sounded relieved that some of the tension of these new experiences 
had been lifted.  Steve had figured she was a little afraid.  He then dripped a few drops of chocolate onto her 
cheek.  She stuck her face up so he could lick them off.  With chocolate still on his lips, he kissed her, sharing 
the flavor.  She hummed in approval.
   Then Steve dribbled chocolate across her shoulders.  Next he took the whipped cream can and sprayed a 
dollop on each of her hardened nipples, plus a circle around each breast.  Rena squealed and laughed and tried 
her best to stay still and not choke.
   He licked at the chocolate first, and then began to lick the circles of cream to the center of her breasts.  
Rena's hands found their way to the back of his head and her fingers writhed in his hair.  By the time he had 
sucked the last of the chocolate and cream from her pert little titties, his daughter was seriously moaning and 
squirming her hips.
   Steve then sat up and got the warm washcloth he had prepared, and washed her face and chest so she 
wouldn't be sticky or uncomfortable.  This also helped to relax her again. 
   He looked deep into his baby girl's eyes.  "Are you sure you want to carry my baby?" he asked her.
   "Our baby," she corrected him.  "I want to have our baby."
   Steve hadn't expected such a convincing answer.  He smiled and kissed her on the lips quickly.
   He wasn't done with the chocolate yet.  He dribbled two very thin lines straight from her nipples, over her 
bony ribcage, across the soft valley of her stomach, and they met at the top of her furrow.  He had to switch 
sides often as he licked his way down, keeping her as clean and dry as possible.  He still had to lick up a little 
more chocolate that was caught in the light pubic hairs that weren't actually enough to cover anything.  Without 
spreading her legs, he licked down into the cracks.
   Rena somehow tilted her hips more and soft folds of skin opened against his tongue.  Steve could only be 
sure of what he was licking by the sounds his daughter made and the way her body quivered.  She may have 
wanted more, but he didn't want to lick around her vagina and risk making her sore.
   Steve enjoyed making the most he could of the limited access he had to her clitoris.  He didn't want her to 
orgasm like this, but he wanted to get her close.  He could feel the expectations build in the small body 
underneath him. 
   His little girl was ready to sacrifice her virginity, and childhood, to her father. 
   Without words, she was begging him for climax.  Steve lifted his body out of the way.
   Rena immediately spread her knees wide and lifted her ankles as high and as far back as they could go into a 
slightly grotesque angle.  She then grabbed under her knees with her hands and waited.  Her pussy was lifted 
and gaping.  He wouldn't even have to touch the rest of her.  He could just shove his cock into her and cum.
   The image hit him like a sour note.  This was his beloved daughter.  As beautiful as she was, spread and 
exposed like that, she seemed desperate and cheap.  There was not an inch of her skin that he didn't want to 
spend hours worshipping, but now it wasn't right.  This wasn't porn star sex.  And, he didn't want to just use 
her as a baby farm.  Now she looked like a confused girl in a cheap bad porn movie.
   It hit him like a brick.  This was all a huge mistake.  He was just using his daughter for his own needs and 
turning her into a disgusting worthless shell.  Instead of being a full life creating life, she would just be a 
shadow slave, a worthless empty vessel carrying other important lives.
    Steve couldn't do this.  Rena deserved more.  He leaned back over to tell her it wasn't going to happen, and 
he looked into her eyes.
   He stopped.  She was looking at him with unreserved love.  Whatever he said, she would believe.  Whatever 
he asked, she would do.  If he wanted her to be only a hole for him to cum in, she would do it.  To make her 
more, he would have to love her more.  He would have to love Rena as much as Sarah.  It is not possible that he 
could be so blessed to have two such caring women in his life.  Renascentia must be Sarah.  It was the only 
explanation.
   Steve tried to not break eye contact as he moved between her legs.  In her eyes he could see no fear, no 
expectations, and no doubt.  He had to tear his eyes away as he reached for the tube of lubricant jelly.
   Steve squirted a quarter of the tube between her legs.  Rena gasped at its cold shock.  He started rubbing the 
head of his cock around in it, and up and down her pussy.  She warmed quickly.
   He centered his cock on her vagina and leaned over her, locking his eyes with his soulmate's eyes.  He 
pressed into her softness steadily.  After a moment he pressed harder.  Rena's eyes winced with a little pain.  He 
backed off when he saw this.  Then he pressed in harder.  Her eyes winced more, but she said nothing. 
   Steve knew what he had to do, and hated himself.  He looked deeply into Rena/Sarah's eyes.
   "Forgive me," he whispered.
   With a quick and hard jerk of his hips, his cock broke into her tight body.  Rena's head slammed back 
against the bed and she clenched her neck and jaw to keep from crying out.  Her whole body froze as she 
suffered in silence.  He barely acknowledged that it hurt his cock too.  He was only a couple inches in, but it 
was so tight he didn't know if he would get those inches back.
   The fuckfest he had seen in his fantasies was not going to happen that night.  He could have jerked his cock 
out of her, but that would hurt even more.  If he pulled out slowly, it would only draw out the pain.  Right at 
that moment, it seemed best to just stay put.  He lowered his body onto her, resting only enough of his weight to 
keep her warm.
   A few seconds turned into a minute, and then five minutes, as Rena's sobbing breath calmed and quieted to 
normal.  Steve just simmered in the feel of her body against his, and the knowledge that the painfully tight 
burning around the end of his cock was the ultimate gift she could give him.
   Then Rena tilted her head back down to him, and again he looked into his wife's incredible steel grey eyes.  
She must be ready for him to pull out.
   He smiled at her.  Under his breath he said, "That's enough for tonight.  We'll make love in a couple days."
   He started to pull back, and she winced in pain.  Then she lifted her legs and locked them around his waist.
   "Honey, you have to let me go.  I know it hurts.  We're going to stop now."
   She looked at him without expression.  He looked back into her eyes, pleading.
   "No."  Her voice was steel to match her eyes.
   Steve lowered his weight back into his daughter.  A little more pain and she would change her mind.  He felt 
his cock slide forward a fraction.
   Rena winced, but her hips didn't flinch away.  He arched his hips and pulled back a quarter of an inch.  If 
that hurt her, she was determined not to show it.  Neither of them broke their gaze as they wrestled in small 
movements.  Steve continued to push and pull, not more than an inch.  At first it was just painful and mean.
   Then Rena opened her mouth and let out a huge sigh.  There was no doubt that it was still agony for her, but 
her face began to radiate a different feeling. 
   Steve was moving into a rhythm and it felt incredible to him too.  He hadn't had sex for thirteen years, but 
he never remembered the painful intensity on his cock like this.  It wasn't sex as he had ever understood it.  The 
physical feelings were nothing compared to the emotional orgasm building inside of him. 
   Imperceptibly, he had been lengthening his stroke.  It was only natural, considering that he had started with 
only two inches of his cock inside her.  Soon, he was stroking almost half his length inside her and Rena was 
grunting and whining as she approached her own climax.  He had to reign himself back in.  If he hit the back of 
vaginal wall, she wouldn't be able to handle that pain. 
   Steve had to bite his tongue to distract himself.  Only in his fantasies did he think she could cum despite the 
pain of a broken hymen.  Now, if he could hold out a little longer, he could join her. 
   Then, without warning, her pussy clamped down on his dick and he couldn't thrust.  Rena tilted her head 
back and screamed out.  Steve may have been confused, but his body knew.  His cock throbbed so painfully it 
made him dizzy.  The inside of his cock burned as his live sperm were forced inside her, through her vice-like 
tightness.  He wondered if he could fill her whole pussy.  Muscles he didn't know he had strained to the point of 
tearing.  The emotional wave then crashed against his brain and he sank into euphoria.  He had planted his seed 
deep inside her fertile body!  And, he would continue to plant himself into her until she could make his seed 
grow. 
   After his cock had pulsed out its mission, the endorphins started to fade.  Rena's pussy was still locked hard 
on his cock and she was still frozen up and shivering.  Steve laid his body back down on her to give her 
comfort.  He nuzzled his face next to hers.
   After a minute, his new full-grown woman relaxed under him.  He felt cool wetness against his cheek.  He 
raised his head and Rena's eyes were filled with tears and they were flowing down her cheeks. 
   This had all been a terrible mistake.
   "It doesn't hurt that much," she sniffed, "the feeling is just too much.  I love it."
   It was probably true.  Steve had felt at the verge of tears himself for most of the day.
   
   
   Is this your favorite?  How far can this fetish go? Does it stop at birth?
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