As I suspected, my ex-wife came home from the hospital as the uber-bitch from hell. We hardly ever talked and when we did it was mostly screaming. She had always been a little heavy and had also put on some "baby weight" but didn't make much of an effort to take it off. In fact, she just kept getting heavier and heavier, eventually getting up to over 300 pounds. Needless to say, we didn't have much of a sex life. In fact, we never had sex again.

That was fine by me....I had little Rachel to take care of my needs. And I took care of hers. She had learned to not only enjoy sex but she got to where she craved it. We were like Jekyll and Hyde. By day, we were your typical father and daughter. I would make her breakfast and send her off to school, then help her with her homework when she came home. But at night, it was a different story. As soon as we got little Kimberly to bed and made sure my ex was out, we would retire to my bedroom. My ex and I had separate rooms and, in addition to the weight issue, she had developed a taste for alcohol (and I would later find out, pills) and was usually passed out by 9:00. This left plenty of time for my daughter/lover and I to enjoy each other. And we also made sure to have fun with our "friends".

And so it went for about 3 years until "the accident". No, not that kind of accident, at age 9 we had started Rachel on birth control and I would cum in her mouth (or ass, if that's where I was doing her) just to be safe. No, life changed forever the day my ex, who was in an in-residence rehab facility decided it would be a good idea to escape (well, leave...it's not like it was a jail or anything), steal a car and go out searching for drugs, which she found. While on her high, however, she ran a stop sign and plowed into another car, killing everyone in it. Unfortunately for her, the family she killed was the Assistant District Attorney, his wife, and 4 kids, ranging in age from 2-10. Needless to say, the prosecutors did not go easy on her and she was sentenced to 40-50 years, not being eligible for parole until sometime around 2030. On the advise of my attorney, I filed for divorce and removal of her parental rights, sparing the kids from having to go the 300 miles to the prison she was in to see her. The Judge (who happened to be Linda and Lori's dad, Bob) had no problem granting the request.

With her out of my life, Rachel moved into my room and we began to live as husband and wife, at least in private. By this time Kimberly was almost four. While I had "played" a little bit, to be honest, she didn't hold the thrill for me that Rachel did. Perhaps I still thought of her as being too young, but whatever the reason, I was not molesting her....yet. Rachel and I did explain to her what we were doing and the need to keep it a secret. Life was great but took an unexpected twist on Rachel's 12th birthday.

"Daddy, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Honey, you know you can always ask me anything."

"Can we make a baby?"

That was a question I was not expecting.

"What do you mean? Like, the two of us having a baby?"

"Yes, Daddy, I want to have your baby. I see how you love me and love little Kimberly (who was now just short of 5) and I want a baby that we can both love."

I explained the potential problems of a 12 year old getting pregnant, and of a man fathering a child with his own daughter (in-breeding), but she was adamant that it was what she wanted so, after weighing all of the options, we decided that we would try. We started that night.

"Come here, Rach....let me undress you."

I kissed her deeply and passionately, letting my hand caress over her small, budding breasts and then running down her shirt until I was at her crotch. I gave her pussy a rub through her jeans, then ran my hands back up to unbutton her shirt. I removed her shirt, then unclasped her bra, gently taking it off and tossing it on the floor. She had developed nicely, with firm 34A breasts and nipples that really stuck out. I reached down and took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking it until it was hard. I reached over and gave the right a gentle twist and found it too was hard. After giving both nipples a good sucking, she was getting hot. I could hear her panting.

"Get my pants off, Daddy...I want to be naked and lying underneath you, feeling your hard cock buried inside of me."

I could tell this was going to be one of the very little foreplay sessions.

"I unsnapped her pants, laid her on the bed and pulled off her pants. She had on a very sexy little thong (yes, you can get them in pre-teen/young teen sizes). I kissed the little patch of cloth that covered her hot, wet pussy, then pushed it aside with my finger and started to lick her clit and cunthole. She had also developed a slight patch of hair, but not enough to be intrusive.

I pulled her panties completely off of her and started fingering her hole. I slipped one finger inside of her, then two. She started arching off the bed, really getting into it.

"Get your clothes off, Daddy, then get in this bed and fuck me hard."

I stood up and stripped faster than you could say boo, then bent down and kissed her. As I did, I slid my cock into her waiting pussy.

"Oh God, Baby, you are so hot and tight...I so love to fuck your hot little cunt."

"And my cunt loves being fucked by you, Daddy."

I worked my cock in and out of her, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. She continued to writhe and moan, grabbing onto the sheets as her first orgasm approached. She usually came at least twice whenever I fucked her, usually at least three times. She was a hot little sex-machine.

"MMMMMMMM....that feels so good, Daddy....I love your making love to me."

"And I love to make love to you...by special little girl."

I was just as worked up as she was, and she could tell.

"Do it, Daddy, fuck me and plant your seed inside of me...I want to feel your baby growing in me."

"You want Daddy to knock you up, little girl? You want me to pump my sperm into you and get you pregnant."

The talk of making a baby was turning us both on.

"Oh God, yes, Daddy, I want you to make me pregnant...shoot your load into me...give me a little girl to call our own.":

I could feel my cum welling up in my balls. We had not had sex for a few days and I was going to have one hell of a load.

"Oh yeah, Baby, here I cum."

"Do it, Daddy, plant your seed inside me...knock your little girl up...I want your baby so bad."

As I started to cum, I shoved my dick into her as far as it would go. I wanted to shoot all of my sperm into her, making the odds better.

As it turns out, I needn't have worried. I had more than enough sperm to impregnate my little girl that day. Fortunately, Ken knew of a doctor who would help an unmarried 12 (almost 13) year old give birth and not ask a lot of questions. And that is how little Jessica came into this world.

Rachel is almost 20 now...she is currently engaged to a very nice young man, who knows about us and shares our passion for young children. Kimberly is twelve and is just as hot of a fuck as her sister. We started our relationship when she was seven. At first it was a little difficult sharing my time with both Rachel and Kimberly but eventually Rachel and I started doing it less and less and Kimberly and I started to do it more and more. She too has started talking about having a baby.

Tonight, however, is a special night. It is little Jessica's seventh birthday and Daddy has a special present for her. We have been fooling around (fondling, oral, etc) for about a year now but tonight, I am going to take her virginity. Rachel (and her boyfriend) and Kimberly are planning on watching, seeing how a man can pleasure a little girl...and derive pleasure from her.

I think back to that day when seven year old Rachel crawled into my bed and said "Rub my back, Daddy" a phrase which changed my life forever. I'm very glad of the way it turned out. To this day, I think the best thing that ever happed to me was becoming a pedophile.

The End