Message-ID: <16097eli$9810050530@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Sxjames@aol.com Subject: {Jack} "Ruthie" (5/6) (MF, Mf, pedo/teen, inc, preg, true) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: ===== Ruthie, by 'Jack' (part 5 of 6) ===== RUTHIE FIVE Ruthie was still massaging my back, and she continued her story. Robert was quiet on the short drive to my house. He pulled up and stopped in front of the walkway. He turned to look at me. He didn't say anything but he just looked. Finally he moved over and tried to grab me again but I was in no mood. I knew he had heard me call my Daddy's name when I was coming and I was scared. I backed away. He finally spoke. "Ruthie," he said quietly. "You do this with your father, don't you?" I panicked, Jack. I jumped out of the car and ran up the walkway. Robert gunned his engine and laid rubber taking off from my house. He went around the corner but I could see his house. I sat down in the wicker chair and pretty soon Robert came around again, parked his car and went into his house. "Oh, Ruthie," I said to myself as I sat in the chair. "What have you done?" I sat there for a long time before I went into the house. All the lights were off except the hall light. My mom wasn't due for about four hours. I kicked off my shoes and tiptoed upstairs. I stood outside my Daddy's room for a long time, listening. I didn't hear anything at all so I finally went to my room and took off my clothes. I got into bed and just lay there. After a while I began to cry. It was over with Daddy and me; I knew that. For some reason of his own, he had wanted me to go out with Robert and he didn't want me anymore. I cried into my pillow in the darkness and felt lonely for the first time in my life. I was so wrapped up in myself that I didn't hear a thing. I just suddenly felt Daddy in my bed and his arms went around me. I was so glad to see him that I turned around and hugged him like I would never let go. I was still crying and he was naked, and I just buried my head in his big chest and cried until I was out of breath and my eyes hurt. He just held me and let me go on and when I finally quieted down a little bit, he began to play with my hair. "Did you have sex with Robert tonight?" he whispered. I nodded, ashamed of myself. He didn't react, he just was very still. Finally he spoke. "It wasn't as good as ours, was it?" Then I was crying again and rubbing up against him. My words tumbled out and I was telling him how much I loved him and that he shouldn't have let me go out. Then he spoke again. "Ruthie, you learned something tonight. I knew you needed to, so I let you go on. You were mad at me, weren't you?" I nodded, still crying. He continued. "This wasn't the night. But there will come a night, and when it comes, you will know it. There is a time for everything, Ruthie, and your time will come." I thought he was still talking about Robert and I couldn't take it anymore. Daddy was already naked so I just slipped down in the bed and grabbed his dick with my mouth. It was hard as always and I was so happy to have him in my mouth again. All my anger was gone. We were still making love when my Mom got home and he had to sneak back to their bedroom before she got upstairs. We had wanted each other so much that we had forgotten about the time. And I hadn't had a chance to tell him about Robert. You better believe I told him the next morning. He was in the shop and I found him and just blurted out the whole thing. "I couldn't help it, Daddy," I finished up. "He wasn't very good and I just started thinking about us and then it was you there instead of him. I just screamed it out." He had listened in silence, but he listened very carefully. When I finished, he let out a long breath and we just stood there and looked at each other. Finally he spoke. "Sweetheart, you may not know it, but fathers and daughters often have sexual fantasies about each other. I don't know how often they do what we do together, but I know it happens. You need to talk to Robert and tell him that it was just a fantasy." "Daddy, he won't believe me!" I cried. "He could tell that it was true." Daddy still didn't seem too upset. "Let me ask you a question honey: Do you want to go out with him again?" I just shook my head back and forth. "I could never go out with him after last night. I don't want to see him at all." He persisted. "Honey, you'll have to see him. You need to explain. Now answer my question: Do you really deep down inside want to go out with him again?" There was no hesitation: "No, I don't. I really don't." And I really didn't. Robert had cured me for good of any desire for boys my age. As a lover he was worthless and I knew that after last night, we could never be just friends again because we would always have that night between us. Daddy wanted me to go over to his house and explain it to him right then. He said it was important. Jack, it was the worst thing I ever had to do in my life, but even I could see that it had to be done so I did it. I dreaded every step of the way to Robert's house but when we were finally alone together, I was amazed at how cool I was. I hadn't thought I could lie so well, but I just went on and it came out smoothly. When I finished, he did a really strange thing. He asked me to go out with him again. I played for time to think and I told him to ask me again next week. He asked, of course. For several days he asked me. Then finally he quit and never paid me any attention again. It was like I wasn't there; he just always ignored me. I'm sure Robert was the person who started the rumors about Daddy and me. I don't know if he believed it himself, but I think he spread the story. I'm pretty sure he told about what we had done too, because for a few weeks after that, I got asked out about twice every day. I told them all to get lost and finally they quit asking. Maybe that was what made some of them start to believe it. Sometimes I think I should have gone out with a couple of them to keep up appearances. But I didn't, and the word got around. I really didn't care so long as we didn't get in trouble. I just kept on with Daddy and really didn't need anybody else. But I was really jealous of my mother now. We had never been close, but she didn't realize that we were now rivals for the same man. In my junior year of high school, we studied a little bit of genetics, and I went to the library and studied it a whole lot more. I learned quite a bit about incest in those books, Jack. And I learned all the genetic codes and the combinations that created bad children from incest. But I also learned something else important. I learned that it didn't have to be bad. If the combination was right, a father and a daughter could have a perfectly healthy baby together. I knew my parents didn't have sex. I don't know when they had quit, but they weren't doing it now. I wanted my Mom out of the picture, Jack, and I thought I had finally found a way to do it. In November of my senior year of high school I stopped taking my pills. Now when we made love there was an extra turn-on for me: I was trying to let Daddy make me a baby. It added a whole new dimension to our love making and it excited me. Every time he shot inside me, I thought to myself that it might be the time. I watched my periods and made sure we did it at the right times. For four months, nothing happened. Finally something did. When I stood up to get my diploma and graduate from high school I was so proud. I was eighteen years old and legal; I was out of school; and I was three months pregnant. No one knew but me and my baby. Ruthie's warm, wet pussy still nestled against my buttocks and her slender legs still gripped my sides. But the hands on my back had ceased to move some while before. Physically we were still in bed together, but now she seemed to be speaking to herself and no longer aware of my presence. This was it: I'd been waiting for the story of the baby and now it came. I had everything planned -- I knew what I would do. The only thing I didn't know was how Daddy would react when I told him. I had to tell him, of course. I didn't plan to tell him all of it, but I had to tell him about the baby. I chose a night in late June. Mom was working four-to-midnight sagain and I had Daddy in bed by seven o'clock. We made love twice; each time was better for me than the last now. It was about ten o'clock and we were snuggling. I straddled him so that my pussy was against his dick. I lowered my face to his and kissed him really hard, then started my little deception. "Daddy, I have to tell you something." Sensing that it was important, he stopped playing with my breasts and looked at me. "Okay, honey. What's on your mind?" "Daddy, I'm pregnant." His reaction was immediate. He tried to sit up but I was still on top of him. He fell back, and his face colored a bright red. Daddy never cursed but he did that night. "Godammit, Ruthie, you can't be! Didn't you take your pills?" He was actually scared, I could sense it, but I knew what I was going to say. "Daddy, I always take them. They just didn't work this time. I'm sorry, but I haven't had my period for four months and I can tell. I'm going to have a baby." I had known he would be upset and he certainly was. I got off him and just lay in the bed. Daddy got up and started pacing the room, the first time I had ever seen him out of control. I smiled a little down inside because, for the first time, I was the one in control. He knew that I was an adult and treated me as one. For the next half-hour he explained why I would have to have an abortion. Every time he said it, I reminded him how strongly my Mom felt about abortion. She thought it was murder. Daddy tried the genes trick on me but I was ready for that too. I had done my homework well, as usual. "Daddy," I said when he finally stopped talking for a minute. "I am a high school graduate, you know. I know that what we are doing can make a monster, but the chances are much smaller than most people think. I've thought about this a lot. I think the best thing to do is to have the baby and hope that it's okay, and put it up for adoption." I was leading him slowly down that garden path. His knowledge of genetics was far less than mine and he fell under the gale of technical talk. We'd tell mother I had done it with a boy in school and hadn't known about contraceptives. I kept telling him that she would never agree to an abortion. I had to have that baby for my final act. We argued all night and for several days after that, and finally he was persuaded. I told him I'd go to Mom and confess what I had done and see what her reaction would be. There was nothing he could do. I had thought it out too well. He finally agreed that I should tell her. I was certain how she would react, and I was right. She hit the ceiling; she called me trash; she quoted from the Bible, and in the end agreed that there was nothing but to have the baby and put it up for adoption. The next five months weren't pleasant. As I'd expected, mother kept after me for the sin I had committed as I knew she would. But the worst part was that Daddy stopped making love to me. I hadn't really expected that. Daddy and I had been doing it for five years now, and I needed it. To have it cut off cold was something I hadn't counted on. The problem was that he blamed himself, and he felt guilty. I tried and tried but he wouldn't do it with me. And after a while, I was too pregnant to do it anyway. But I had no trouble carrying the baby. My physical conditiona had always been good and there was no morning sickness. It wasn't nearly as bad as I knew it was for some women. Daddy had done some reading on his own about the subject and in one of our more rational conversations, decided that we would tell my doctor that my uncle had raped me. Daddy wanted all the special tests done to see if it was going to be a monster. I knew my baby was perfect; I could feel it. But I let Daddy and the doctor do what they wanted. It made no difference to me, I knew my baby was all right and I knew what it would mean for me. My plan was working. Mom was at working when my waters broke and Daddy took me to the hospital. He was a basket case. I was totally cool until the first bad contraction hit. Then I wasn't so calm. "Hurry, Daddy," I moaned, in more pain than I had expected. "She's starting to come." I knew my baby was a little girl. They wheeled me into the hospital where my mother was on duty. I was amazed at the pain. I hadn't expected it to hurt so much and I had never felt anything like it before. Now I lost my cool, too, and I was scared. What if she wasn't perfect? Labor was mercifully short and they gave me something that helped. Just at midnight, the doctor started telling me to push. I tried like hell but I couldn't do it. I felt like I was being torn open. I almost passed out, and then I heard a baby crying. It was my little girl, the little girl that Daddy had made inside me. I could hardly stay awake now, but my doctor showed her to me. I looked at her and thought, "Oh shit, something went wrong." But it was only that I'd never seen a newborn baby before. The doctor gave me a shot. I began to slip away, but I remember him saying to me, "Ruth, your baby is fine. You had a little girl and she's perfectly healthy." Then I passed out. Daddy was sitting in a chair right next to my bed when I woke up, holding my hand. He looked kind of gray as I smiled at him. "Honey, are you alright?" He had been holding my hand and I started to hold his now that I was awake. "I guess so, Daddy." Then before we could say anything else, the nurse brought my baby in. She lay her flat on my stomach. She was so tiny that I couldn't believe she was really here. I felt so much love for that little girl that Daddy and I made, but I was afraid to touch her. The nurse motioned for Daddy to leave but I told her that he was going to stay. She just kind of shook her shoulders, undid my gown and rubbed the side of my daughter's face against my nipple. The baby started to suck and I felt good; I was in love with my little baby. It was Daddy's and mine and I loved it. The suckling felt a little bit sexy. I hadn't expected it to feel like that. She was my baby daughter and I wanted to keep her. I hadn't expected that, either. Tears seeped from Daddy's eyes. He was crying. I'd never seen Daddy cry before, and was embarrassed. I wished he would stop. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw my mother standing just inside the room. That brought me back to reality. It was finally time to finish what I had started. I held my baby with one hand, but my other hand went up around my Daddy's neck. I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him on the mouth. He hadn't seen mother yet and he kissed me back. I broke it off and said to him, just loud enough for her to hear, "Oh, Daddy, we made a perfect baby. I knew we would. She's just beautiful. I can't wait to start another one." It worked as I had planned. My mother screamed and ran out of the room. Daddy heard her and turned just in time to see her flight. The baby started to cry, but I just nursed it and put my nipple back in its mouth. My plan had worked perfectly. But I had to play it through. I looked at Daddy in alarm. "Oh, no," I cried. He stood up and said, "I'll be back." He ran out the door. Then it was very quiet. I just lay there with my baby. I led her tiny mouth back to my nipple and she quieted down and started sucking again. She was happy, I was happy, it felt good to be a mother to something so tiny. She wasn't very pretty but I loved her so much that the physical contact between us satisfied me in a whole new way. In a few minutes, the nurse came and took her back to the nursery. I whispered, "Sleep now, little new princess" as the nurse took her. Finally Daddy came back. He didn't look too happy but I could tell that he didn't blame me. "Honey," he said, taking my hand. "I couldn't find her. I don't know where she went. But I think we may have some problems ahead." "I'm so sorry, Daddy," I whispered. "I just couldn't help it." Suddenly, my mother was back in the room and all hell broke loose. She called us fornicators, sinners, and screamed that we would die and go to Hell. Daddy tried to calm her but she was really wigged out. At last, she ran out of the room again. That was the last time I saw my mother. There was a pause and I waited to see if she was finished. Then, in a voice of sadness and torment, came one last sentence: "It was also the last time I ever saw my baby." Ruthie sat silently atop me, alone in her own world. I waited for her to continue until I realized that she had told all she could tell for one night. I wanted to make love to her, but this was not the time. I pulled her down and cradled her in my arms, thinking about all she had been through. I held her while she fell asleep, and as the currents of my emotions ran through my head, I finally fell asleep, too, with my Ruthie in my arms. I had the strangest dream that night. In my dream I had a daughter. She was so beautiful that I wanted to touch her, but couldn't because she was so young. Yet she came to me while I was asleep and took my dick in her mouth. She sucked me so hard that I thought she would take my whole body into her mouth. She was so beautiful, my own little princess. I couldn't believe she was doing what I had always wanted her to do. I feared the strength of my feelings as she sucked harder and harder on me. I looked down at her young body. It was almost like a young boy's body, slim and undeveloped, but then I saw her tiny nipples, and knew it was my slim-hipped little daughter with her sweet mouth on my dick. I took her head in my hands and began to direct her movements, making her go faster because I needed to shoot off in her mouth. I watched her toes curl as her right hand lowered itself between her legs and she began to touch herself. I started whispering "Suck me, honey, suck Daddy. Please suck Daddy good." Her movements became faster then, her mouth more insistent. She took my balls in one hand while her other hand continued to please herself. Finally I could hold back no longer and started to empty myself into her sucking mouth. It was so incredibly strong that it seemed real. Then suddenly I wakened and it was real. I was pulling Ruthie's head against my dick and crying, "Suck me, honey." The force of the orgasm had awakened me while Ruthie drank my come. It was morning. Ruthie woke me from a dream to a reality even better. This was real and still she drank my come as if she needed it. It was a perfect way greet a new morning, a new day. Finally I groaned and felt my excitement subsiding. Ruthie let my dick go with a final kiss. "Hi," she said, her eyes dancing as she drew up beside me. "Hi, yourself." I tussled her hair and she laughed, and shook it back over her head. It was a mess but it was erotic and beautiful. I sighed and relaxed. "God, what I would give to wake up every morning like that," I expelled. Ruthie danced out of bed and laughed at me. "So sorry, master," she crooned. "Mistress must use bathroom." I lay back, totally relaxed as Ruthie went into the bathroom. Finally she returned. She threw a pillow at me. "Get up sleepyhead, it's morning. Dreams are all gone." I wondered how much I had said before I woke up, but she seemed not to care. While we were getting dressed the phone rang. I couldn't hear what was said, but when Ruthie came back her eyes were wide and lit up. "Jack, that was the hospital. They want me take him home today. God, I can't believe it. They said he's ready to come home." Then she saw the look on my face. "Oh, Jack, I'm sorry." She came to me and put her arms around me. "I wish we could have had another night, too. But there will be plenty of other times." I stood there, holding her, thinking that I couldn't let her go. But what could I do? I couldn't tell her not to go get him. She dressed rapidly and was fully clothed before I was able to move. She looked at me and stopped. "Jack," she said from across the room. "Sometimes things work out the way they should. Just flow with it for a while. You are a part of my life now. Yes?" I nodded. She came over and kissed me on the cheek. "Jack, I gotta go." "I understand. I'll lock up." And she was gone. I still stood in the middle of the room, but I knew what I would do. It was all so clear now, so simple. I would hide in the house and see what happened when they got back. It wasn't right, or good, or honest, but I couldn't give Ruthie back to him after what we had shared.  -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----