tramp Dad

From the meter I was in my mid teens, I always imagined I would get married and have a lot of kids. I wanted to get married Thomas Young and have as many kids as my wife and I could afford ; I just felt like being a dad was ‘ in my parentage ’. When I was 19, I met a beautiful girl named Jessica and we were libertine friends. We fell in love life and got married within just a few calendar month of meeting—she was still 18. Barely a month after we were married, Jess was fraught and we were on the path to having the large family we talked about and wanted.

Jessica was a social butterfly and always made friends easy. I really enjoyed watching her glow in the attention her Quaker gave her. Her fille champion tried to be like her and her guy friends wanted to be with her. Jessica's outflank friend, Lisa, had been pressuring her and me to try swinging. I wasn't big on the idea, but Jessica was curious about it. Lisa said we should just attend a party—no pressure to participate—and if we didn't like it, then that was all right. She said condoms were required to keep everyone safe and to avert any gestation by unintended founder. I agreed with that rule… I could narrate Jess wanted to go, so I said we could go if she wanted to. We went to the party and she was really into it. And to be fair, I was getting more queer, too. Swinging wasn't about love with another person ; it was just about different sex experiences. Jess and I talked at duration about trying it and we decided to ‘ test the urine ’. The following time Lisa hosted a company, we attended and to my surprisal, we both had a really good time. After the party, we went home and had sex ( sans condoms this time ) and it was the best sex we had ever had.

After Lisa's swinger's political party, we didn't really feel the need to go again. Our sex living ( which was really good before ) had become incredible afterwards. Several months passed and Jessica became pregnant. We were thrilled to be starting the kinsperson we had been talking about ! The incentive for me was that being fraught made Jess unusually horny. But the further along she got, the more trouble I had keeping up with her. When she was six month along, I didn't have enough to satisfy her and, after some discussion, we decided to try swinging with Lisa and her radical again. Lisa was surprised since it had been nearly 9 month since we tried it, but was felicitous to hear from us again. Lisa put together a last-minute party for us and Jessica was thrilled. I had sex with three of the women there ; she must have had sex with every guy there ! They still used safe per the rules : she couldn't be more fraught, but there are still the threats of diseases… I was really getting into the swinging picture, too : it was great to learn new things from other womanhood and watching Jess have sex with some guy while looking and smiling at me was pretty hot…

We began swinging at to the lowest degree once a week for the future three months just to accomplish Jess's needs. I was fine with it because I knew it was just sex and that she loved me as much as I loved her. Jessica gave birth to our daughter, Erin, and thing went back to convention. There was NO sex for the first six weeks after the baby was born, of course. But once she was capable again, we picked back up where we ‘ left off ’.

When Erin was about to turn a twelvemonth old, I asked Jessica when she thought she might be ready to let another sister. She said she wasn't sure yet and I was ok with that—being pregnant was not easy for her. Everything else was perfect so I really had null to complain about—at least I thought it was staring. But one day I came home to a note on the door that said Erin was with the infant artist's model and that Jess was leaving. She barely took anything with her and said she didn't want anything : the kinsfolk sprightliness was too much force per unit area on her and she felt that she was not cut out to be a female parent. I was naturally devastated. Not long after that, divorce papers came in the mail : she filed for an uncontested divorce, forfeited her right wing to any/all prop and even gave up her parental right to Erin. I knew then that it was unlikely I'd ever see Jessica again. That hurt, but I had my daughter to acquire maintenance of now and I put everything into raising her while putting all of my ambition away.

week turned into calendar month and months into long time. Erin was growing fast and it was easy to see both me and her female parent in her. She definitely had my cheeks, chin, and ear, but she had her mom's sassing, nose and centre. Erin was a beautiful offspring girl and everyone, even stranger, said so.

When Erin was 10, I received a job pass that I couldn't pass up and we relocated to accommodate my new post. The thought was that when Erin graduated high school shoal, she could attend the university nearby and could ride out home instead of living in a dorm elbow room or having to rent an apartment. But that was years away at that metre. In the meantime, I excelled in my new job and was saving as a good deal as I could to yield Erin's college store. I had no time for dating and wasted niggling money on myself. My life was for Erin. When my daughter was in her junior year of richly school, she tried to ‘ hook me up'with a various few of her admirer's single moms, but I really wasn't matter to at the time. I told her I would lean to my personal life after I was done raising her : she was my number one precedency for now.

Erin applied to the local university and was accepted with a full scholarship ; I was so proud of her ! At the Same clock time, it broke my heart to see her"going away to college"( she was still living at home plate, though ). My daughter and I were incredibly conclusion and I knew that it wouldn't be longsighted before she was going out into the world—completely on her own—and my life wouldn't be the like. I found myself wishing I had a star sign fully of more kids to raise and felt cheated out of that by Jessica. I took some solace in the fact that I had one amazing daughter, but I was a bit selfish and wanted Sir Thomas More. I decided I had to get my nous on other matter and remembered my hope to Erin : that I would get dating again after she went to college. When she was in her first semester, I entered ‘ the dating pool ’. It didn't go too well, but I kept at it. I did some searching on line for thing like dating service and even dating ‘ event ’. I attended various with set achiever. Then one day, I found a blog that mentioned an upcoming tramp's effect. This particular event did not expect you to show up with a partner—which was rarefied. Swinging was something I had thought about a lot over the by 18 years, but never had the time—never took the time—to get back into. I looked into the party and found out it was going to be a Halloween party ; everyone would be wearing costumes for the duration and I thought that was perfect !

For reasons I can't explain, I kept thinking about all of the kid I wanted to generate. It was like a kind of fantasy of mine to eff that there were a gang of kids running around out there with my DNA. It was this absent-minded thought process that hatched an estimate in my straits. I came up with a plan to try and make that happen. I bought a vitrine of safe and a alright cutting tool kit. After practicing a few times, I was able to carefully cut open a condom, put several yap in the tip, and reseal the package—making it look like it had never been opened. I knew this was very incorrectly of me, but I couldn't stop myself ! I ‘ neutered'about six condom and saved them for the Halloween party.

It was mid Oct and I picked out my costume—I would be going as Spiderman. I figured it was perfect because I still had the physical structure to take out it off and the masquerade party completely hid my face. The day before the political party, Erin asked me if I'd be handing out candy for the trick-or-treaters and I told her I was going out. She said she had a lot of studying to do and was going to a admirer's family to study together. I told her she should go out and enjoy the night for once, but she said there was a big tryout coming up and couldn't afford to let up off ; there was always future week…

It was Halloween nighttime and I had my Spiderman costume on under my normal clothes to establish changing gentle. In anticipation of the party, I made one change to my costume : I cut a one-armed bandit in the crotch and sewed some Velcro into it for ‘ easily access code'once the action got started. The ‘ special'condoms were just tucked into the waist band. I got in my car and headed out to the political party. When I got to the address, I was surprised at how many motorcar were there—I had to park down the street ; it was going to be a big event ! I put on my mask and took off my veritable clothes and my translation was complete.

I walked inside the sign and there were people everywhere ! Some were mingling and others were already ‘ getting busy ’. I was looking around the elbow room, looking for a girl that wasn't taken—there were many to choose from. But it was a low group of 4 lady friend that caught my eye. They were standing in a corner and just watching the action. A lot of hombre were also looking at them, but they seemed too intimidated to draw near them. I figured I'd been around too long to worry about rejection, so I walked right over to the girls. They were all wearing skin-tight costumes that showed off every curvature and their trunk were unbelievable ! I wanted to rip their masque off to see if their faces were as beautiful, but that wouldn't be ‘ appropriate ’. This party was clearly about anonymous sex : not one someone had any character of their brass visible here—including the girls. I decided to keep it completely anonymous by not talking to the female child and letting my activeness speak for themselves.

Two of the missy were admiring my muscles under my costume and the former two just rubbed them tentatively in correspondence. My dick was starting to uprise and one girl took notice rectify away. She was dressed like a aphrodisiacal lightlessness cat ; dress up complete with a tail and ‘ fuck me high bounder ’. She grabbed my crotch and lightly lifted me up—getting a near flavor of my now laborious peter. Noticing that I wasn't saying anything, she played the same plot and kept silent, too. She took my handwriting and placed it on her magnificent tit. I began to fondle her breast from over the thin stretchy cloth covering it. She began stroking my shaft hiding under the tegument tight blue pant and I opened the Velcro fly to let my prick out. Once it was disembarrass, she had it in her hired man and was stroking it slowly up and down. Honestly, it wasn't the best hand job I'd ever had, but from the shape of her body, she was more than likely still pretty young and probably didn't have a great deal experience. But a mitt job is a hand job : I wasn't complaining.

She pulled her top up to over her mammilla and they were stunning ! I played with her nipples and the female child was beginning to really warm up to me. The ‘ cat woman'turned around and pushed her butt into my dick, pinning it between us. I had my correctly arm around her waist and on her left hip while my leftfield was around her chest ; my hired hand on her right boob. She had both mitt up over her head and reached back to hold my foreland in her mitt as she slowly and sensually moved to my petting. I slipped my right hired man down into her drawers and was not surprised to find she was not wearing step-in. I could also severalise that she was scavenge shaven—waxed more potential ; she didn't even have any stubble. Her pubic orbit was completely fluid and soft. My fingers quickly found the top of her incision and her clitoris concealment interior. She was humping my digit as it danced across her honeyed office and she finally whispered,"Do you have a safe ?"I produced one of my ‘ limited condom'and she led me over to an heart-to-heart berth on the couch.

She took the stain on the couch, but didn't sit on the couch ; she was on her genu and leaning over the back of it. She was looking over her shoulder joint and I knew she was waiting for me to ‘ suit up ’. I opened the rubber and put it on myself. I knew it was a bit risky since I didn't know if she was carrying any STS's, but I figured she seemed pretty young still and it was improbable that she had anything. And the idea of this stranger trying to figure out how she ended up pregnant and who the Fatherhood might be was too much of a bang to authorise up ! As soon as she saw the condom going on, she turned back around and pushed her butt out to me. I got behind her and grabbed her stretchy pants by the sides and slowly pulled them down her perfect ass, exposing it in by inch. The first thing I noticed was she at a fairly new ‘ tramp tender'right at the top of her chap. I was never big on tattoos, but this one was actually pretty nice on her. I studied it closely, remembering the curving lines and how they perfectly complimented her ass cheeks. I pulled her pant down and off of her, but left her heels on her. Then I put my hired hand under her fork and I could sense a tremendous measure of heat radiating from her hairless tight snatch. I slid my fingerbreadth up and down her prick and found her clit again. I played with it for a while and she was becoming very slick. I sat her down on the lounge and had her scatter her stage wide-cut. I just had to taste her pussy or I would surely die. Once my font was in berth, I closed her branch until they were touching my spike and cheeks. Then I pushed up the bum of my mask to divulge my mouth. No one could see any contribution of my face—not even the cat miss. My lingua quickly found her clit and I went to work on it. Her hand went immediately to the spinal column of my head and she pulled my face into her dampening crotch with force out. I sucked and licked every square millimeter of her pussy like my life depended on it—not one voice of her pink bite escaped my mouth.

Eating a girl's box that was this devoid of hair or stubble was a peculiar treat—rare—and I was savoring it ! I spread her slit mouth far apart and her clit stood out naked to the earthly concern ; I had a respectable closing curtain up eyeshot of it. I memorized the look of her ‘ small man'and I knew I'd be capable to pick it out of a lineup of a thousand others even age from now. I sucked the niggling button into my sassing and gave her a mini blowjob. She was hissing and gasping in lustfulness to my oral onslaught on her. I was eating this pussy's kitty like there was no tomorrow and she loved it ! I didn't want her to orgasm yet, though, so I stood up and had her get back on her knee while leaning over the back of the couch.

I stood behind her and started rubbing my putz on her pussy to use some of her juices to lube up my condom encased dick. I placed my cock brain at the opening to her pussy and I pushed forward. This cat missy was really tight ! But I was shocked when my dick met her hymen and ripped it open—she had been a Virgo until now ! Her moan at losing her virginity was lost amongst all of the former groan and miscellaneous sounds of sex in the fulfill way. I had the cat female child by the pelvic arch and I began rocking into her. I couldn't believe she had given her virginity in such a way and I was going to try and knock her up during her starting time sexual experience ! She quickly got used to the look of my intrude on member and began pushing back into me. I was pumping into her at a slow and steady footstep, all while looking at her swinger postage stamp tattoo and the little sum of money of blood on my dick. I let her set the footstep for our fucking—it was the ‘ man'matter to do…

Pretty soon, our yard was picking up and eventually it built until I was slamming in and out of her pussy. I could tell she was really wet ; even with the condom on. Her juices were coating the safe now and even washing away her virgin blood. The twosome next to us finished and got up. The cat miss took their pip, too ; lying down on her back with pegleg spread in the air. I repositioned over her and, as I reentered her, she wrapped her legs around me. She was naked from the waist down with the elision of her opprobrious stiletto hound and her top was still pushed up over her titty. I wanted to see her nerve, but that would have been wrong. I caressed her tits as I went back to thrusting into this first timer.

The condom helped me from having an climax too soon and she was having a bully time ! She was panting and trying not to moan too trashy, but I was making that difficult for her. The more she tried to hold it back, the harder I fucked her. And the harder I fucked her, the harder it was for her to arrest it back. Her responses to my action at law were having an effect on me and my coming was building. But she beat me to it : her orgasm hit her and her already fast twat clamped down on me even tighter. She screamed as her vaginal fluids released and dripped out of her. several people from around the way applauded us. My orgasm hit and I could feel the tip of the rubber fill with millions of sperm cell jail cell.

I kept pushing into the girl to try and get as many of them as possible through the holes I had poked in the tip. Since her pussy was already dripping wet, she couldn't tell that the safety was being milked empty. I was pretty for certain I had as much of my sperm pushed out as potential, but I was just enjoying sex with this girlfriend. Her eubstance was amazing. About 15 minutes after our orgasm, her friend ( who was dressed up like her—only she was a Second Earl Grey mouse ) came over and whispered in her ear. The cat girl nodded and moved to get up. I pulled my dick out of her and she got dress. Her mouse champion did the reverse. Clearly, it was ‘ her turn with wanderer Man ’.

I pulled off the now well used condom and saw the end of it had been shredded to medal. I disposed of it quickly before anyone saw it. I showed ‘ mouse girl'the new condom and she smiled. I put the particular condom on and went to solve on her. She was not as sozzled as the cat girl and she was definitely not a virgin. She was pretty well see, in fact. Strangely adequate, even though she was technically better, the inflammation level of the cat daughter made the sex more pleasurable. But, no matter : I was going to work on jamming some cum up in this daughter's sand, too !

The mouse little girl had me sit on the couch and she rode me in reversal cowgirl fashion. She began jumping on me like I was an adult-themed pogo stick. Every now and then, she would stop bouncing to rock and cranch her hips on me. And when she did, she could control her vaginal paries to massage my dick. That was a new feeling for me—one that I could feel even through the condom ! She would do that for a patch and then go back to jumping on my cock. During one of her jumping session, I felt the prophylactic bust spread and get pushed down my prick, all in one jump. She didn't seem to notice and if she did, she didn't attention. But there was no doubt in my mind that my condom was now nil Sir Thomas More than a ring of bunched up latex around the alkali of my dick.

The mouse miss stopped bouncing and began rocking, grinding, and massaging my prick with her pussy walls. She still didn't understand my stopcock was naked inside of her now unprotected pussy. My orgasm built quickly and I blew a decent sized load right into and past her cervix. Her heart fritter away open in realization and her own body had an orgasm in automatic response. She turned her forefront to the side and asked to control that I was wearing a condom. I shook my point ‘ yes'and she seemed dubitable of herself. She reached between her legs and found the condom in billet, but didn't observation it was torn to rag. Satisfied it was there, she went back to fucking me. When she was finished, she simply stood up and walked away without even turning around to look at me. That sounds uncivil, but it was actually pretty hot ; I didn't mind being used by a hot young girl !

Before I could get up, the cat female child came back over and stood before me. She made a feather shape with her index finger finger and quarter round while tilting her head to the English. The question was clear :"Do you have another condom ?"I produced another and she pointed to my still hard dick. I put it on and she turned around while pulling her pants down. She had been watching her friend and me going at it and wanted to try what the shiner was doing. She straddled over my peg and sat down on my cock. Even after having fucked a short clip ago, she was still very tight. I held her by her slim pelvis and she tried jumping on my cock. But she was so tight I could tell the safe wasn't going to last long. After just a few small bounciness, I could finger my shaft headway poking out of the tip. I was too engaged looking at her tattoo to even care. I knew that as long as I lived, I would never forget that tattoo.

She was leaning forward, supporting her upper consistency on her hands which were on my knee joint. Every time she rocked her hips back and down, I could see my gumshoe disappearing inside her. And I knew that even though the function of my dick that I could see looked securely wrapped, the top was completely afford to her pussy. The cat girl started to tilt back and I took the opportunity to slide my hands under her top and keep back her perfectly shaped titty again. I could sense my cockhead pushing into her cervix with force and she was moaning again. My orgasm was building and hers was too. Once again, hers hit a irregular before mine and we blasted our fluids all over and in each other.

After our sexual climax subsided, she kept herself impaled on my tool for about five minutes before standing up. She didn't just walk away as her computer mouse friend had done, though. She turned around and blew me a kiss from her kitty mouth and waved ‘ good bye ’. I waved back and her mouse acquaintance joined her as they went out the social movement door. I was pretty well spent having had three orgasms, so I left right wing behind them. I saw them get in their car—the mouse girl was driving. She took off her mask but I couldn't see her face in the darkness. They drove away and I knew I'd never see them again. I walked to my car which was down the street and was a little disappointed that I wouldn't see them again, but then again, that was the point of having anonymous sex ! When I got to my car, I put my regular clothes back on and removed my mask. For a here and now I felt like a superhero—or perhaps super villain ( pretty evil to try and criticize up a pair of unsuspicious girls… ).

I went household and showered while reliving the evening in my forefront. Just thinking about the cat miss was enough to get my gumshoe backbreaking. But I had to put her out of my brain or else take the air the rest of my life with a raging pratfall. I threw the costume in the garbage and started doing more searching for singles and swinger in the surface area. Over the succeeding few workweek, I attended a few swingers mathematical group, but there was nothing like that Allhallows Eve company. For sure as shooting the cat and computer mouse miss were not there—the swingers I was seeing were definitely elder than most of those at the Allhallows Eve party.

It was a Friday Night and I was just getting home after having been at a single group meeting. There wasn't anyone there that really interested me so I was calling it a night. When I pulled into my private road, I saw Erin was home from college. She had been staying with her friend during the workweek to help cut down on commuting to and from schooltime ( traffic could be bad in the mornings ). I parked the car and went inside. Erin greeted me and I asked her how she was doing in school. She was already showered and in her pajama. We were talking at the kitchen tabular array and I got up to get her a snack before bed ; she got up to assist. We continued to talk as we prepared our collation ; after living with each former for the last 18 long time, we worked well together. But I was a bit distracted by some of my intellection and, as I was handing her a fork, I let go of it before I knew she had a handle on it. The fork fell to the trading floor with multiple ‘ cling'and she bent down to nibble it up. I turned to look at what I had done and saw her picking up the utensil from the story. That was when I saw that her jammies bottoms had slipped down a petty and she had a tattoo.

I only saw the very top of it, but I knew it was there. I called her out on it immediately. I asked,"Is that a tattoo ? !"She shot just and knew she was busted. She admitted to having it and I told her,"Let's see it…"She turned around and pulled down the top-back of her pyjama bottoms. To my jounce and revulsion, I recognized the tattoo immediately : without query, Erin was the cat missy.

I felt like I might croak out. In a flood of realization, I knew that I had fucked my own daughter, taking her virginity, and that I had at least attempt to plant my ejaculate in her fertile womb. I had to sit down. She saw my reaction and presumed it was just because of the tattoo. She said,"pa, are you ok ? Please don't be mad : it's just a tattoo and I really like it."I said,"No, I'm not mad about the tattoo. I'm not mad at you at all."She asked,"Then what's incorrectly ?"I realized she had no idea that I was ‘ Spiderman'and I thought it would definitely be dear to not secern her. But I had to get along up with a reason for my chemical reaction and I had to do it fast.

I just started talking,"I guess it's just that I'm realizing you are all grown up now. You don't require me to take a leak adult decision for you anymore. And, you will probably be making a lot of adult decisions from now on ; many of them I won't even know about and may not even want to know about."Erin was dumb, no doubt thinking about some of the things she has done in recent weeks ( like the Halloween company ). Then a thought entered my top dog that maybe it was still a compositor's case of slip identicalness so I asked her,"So, where did you get the design—did you pick it out off of a wall somewhere ?"I was hoping that was the case : maybe a bunch of girls were walking around with the Lapp tattoo—maybe one built like my daughter that was possibly pregnant with my child now… Erin replied,"Actually, I designed it myself ! It's a one of a form master copy ! It's overnice, though, right ?"

That was really the worst solvent I could give imagined her giving me. But I had to sustain her and said honestly,"wellspring, if you are going to get a tattoo, it should be something original and personal—in my opinion. And, yes : it is very decent. It is beautiful, in fact and it suits you well."Erin hugged me and thanked me for my support. I would never assure her that this wasn't the first time I'd seen her tattoo… I asked her why she didn't tell me before that she was going to get one and she said,"Because you would have never approved !"She was right about that, of course, but if she would experience told me right after the fact, at least I could have known it was her and made up an apology to not end up fucking my daughter. But that was a moot point now. Now it was time to pray that she was not in the rich metre of her cycle when I shot my cum inside of her. There was a good chance of that after all… As an afterthought, I realized I'd most probably fucked her best admirer, too—the one she has been staying with. Looking back, the mouse lady friend was the Lapp tiptop and habitus as her friend and she did seem like a bit of a slut. I bet it was her idea to tangle my daughter there, too. Swinging and anonymous sex was not Erin's style. But then again, I didn't think tattoos were until a few minutes before. Perhaps swinging was in her bloodline as it was in mine and her mother. Who knows about such things ?

The succeeding day was a pattern Sat for us. We spent some clip around the house just talking and hanging out. I wanted to get to recognize Erin ‘ the woman'as opposed to Erin ‘ my girl ’. I still saw her as my girl in spite of having had sex with her, but I was also seeing her as her own independent woman. She was just beginning to live her own life ; making her own decisions. And Erin ‘ the charwoman'was just as flummox as Erin ‘ my daughter ’.

After a day of talking and getting to know each other on a different level, we decided to rest our vocal chords and watch a movie. I let her find fault the film and nearly choked when she selected the in vogue Spiderman movie. I had a difficult prison term paying attention to the movie. All I could cerebrate about was the political party when I was fucking Erin—cumming inside of her. And she still didn't know it was me. To my surprise, I was getting hard again ; the range of a function of her ass with the sexy tramp stamp bouncing on my lap as my dick disappeared into her clean shaven pussy was the merely prototype I saw on the declamatory filmdom TV. The simply thing I could discover was her whispering in my ear if I had a condom and her moans and howler in orgasm. In hind slew, it was clearly those screams were from my daughter ; how did I not pull in it when it was happening ? I guessed that I didn't pick up on that because it was the last thing in the earth on my mind. I remembered all of the napkin of hers that I changed and how careful I was to induce sure as shooting aught inappropriate could ever be said about how I took care of my daughter's little young lady parts, and then just 18 years later I had my hand down her bloomers and was fondling them with lust—and she enjoyed it. I remembered the taste of her slit and how smooth and sporting she was on my lingua.

I was hiding my raging hard-on now and I was going to cum if I didn't concentrate on controlling my idea. I forced myself to contract on the movie just long enough for my erection to go down and then excused myself, saying I wasn't feeling well, before going to bed. Erin asked if she could get me anything and I said I was ok ; that it was probably just something I ate. I said ‘ respectable night'to Erin and she elected to find out the rest of the movie. Before going to sleep, I had to ‘ rub one out ’. I went into the bathroom like some high shoal kid and jerked off. But when I did, all I could picture in my headway was me fucking ‘ the cat girl ’. Only this time, she wasn't wearing her masquerade party. I could easily picture my daughter's face instead of the cat masque. It only took a issue of about 30 mo of jerking off before I blew my lading in the john. And it took much less clock time for the shame and guilt to sink in. With the erection taken upkeep of, I was going to go and get something to drink from the kitchen, but just as I was about to enter the sustenance room on my way there, I saw Erin was taking care of herself in the Lapp personal manner as I had. She was still watching the motion-picture show and Spiderman was battling it out with the bad guy cable. Erin's jammies bottoms danced over her fingers and I decided the drink wasn't that important—I wasn't going to embarrass her—so I went to bed.

The next dawn I woke up the right way around six o'clock. That was very strange for me on a Sunday ; normally I would have slept until around 10:00. But then I realized what brought me out of my sleep. Erin was alert already and she was in the bathroom—puking her guts out as quietly as she could. I got up and went to the door and knocked gently, asking if she was ok. She said,"Yeah, I'm ok. But whatever you ate last dark, it got me, too."The toilet flushed and the water ran in the sump. She began brushing her tooth and I went to hit breakfast, fearing that she didn't have food intoxication. I never thought I would wish nutrient poisoning on my daughter, but right now that was better than what was in my head. Erin came out and sat down instead of helping, so I knew she wasn't feeling well. She asked how I was feeling and I said that I was ticket. She took puff in that ; figuring she would be better soon as well.

I made her flapcake ( her deary ) and she had a severe time eating them. I told her not to force herself if she was still not feeling well and she thanked me for understanding. We tried to ‘ figure out what we ate that was bad'and ultimately decided the chip dip must have been bad ( even though I knew better ). I went to the fridge, removed the dip, and threw it away anyway. By mid morning, she was feeling some-what better and asked to use the washer and dryer. I told her to go and relax and I'd take precaution of her laundry. She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me. She plopped down in front of the TV and turned it on before taking a nap within a few minutes.

I set about doing her laundry and, while doing a load of her dark, found the top she used as part of her cat costume. I just looked at it for a few seconds and remembered how hone her white meat were. And that was not the opinion of a one-sided father ; I didn't know I was looking at my daughter's breasts when I first thought that ! She had a large potpourri of sexy and racy panties. I was pretty used to seeing them ; she started wearing sexy underwear before she even started high schooltime. Even then it didn't faze me to see the ashen secretions in her panties ; it was just part of growing up. But now it seemed…different. I found one twosome that looked like they had been worn recently—probably end Nox. The goo in the genitalia was still wet and shinny. I looked to stimulate sure she wasn't around and gave them a quickly sniff test. The aroma was all too intimate : the scanty smelled just like she did when I went down on her.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was licking the goo out of her panties before tossing them in the washer. I rolled her vaginal secretions around in my mouthpiece, savoring the taste once more ; reliving the night I unknowingly ate my daughter's Virgo pussy. What was untimely with me ? This was Erin I was thinking about—my daughter—my own flesh and blood ! But I couldn't assistant myself. After tasting the unfermented goo for a few minutes, I swallowed it down, unwilling or able to spit it out. I pushed the intellection out of my head and finished her laundry, folding each point as I always do for her. By the metre she woke up from her nap, her laundry was done. She felt much better after her nap and we talked about zip in picky for a few hours before she had to go back to her friend's plaza to get ready for class the next day. Before leaving, she promised to be back by Fri and I told her to hold sure to bring her laundry ; I'd gladly do it for her.

The next Friday, Erin called to say she didn't think it was a good idea for her to come base that weekend. I asked her why not and she said that she was still sick and throwing up. And, whatever she had was transmissible because now her friend had it, too. She said she was surprise that I got over it so quickly. I told her she should come in family anyway and I would make an designation for her to go see our doctor. She reluctantly agreed and I made the cry. Erin was home by mid afternoon and I drove her to her appointment. I knew she was significant now, but couldn't bring the guinea pig up without raising alarm system in her promontory or possibly offending her ("Is that what you think of me, Daddy ?"). We sat in silence in the position waiting elbow room until the nurse called her name. Out of drug abuse, I stood up to go in, too, but she stopped me and reminded me that ‘ she was a big girl now ’. I just nodded, smiled and sat back down.

After a while, she came back out with a ethical drug to consume some ‘ bit blood oeuvre'done. We went over to the lab and they drew blood and took ‘ other sampling ’. Of course, I knew what the lab body of work was for : they were testing to see if she was fraught. The results came back a few days later and she went in to get the write up. She was given another prescription, this one to be filled at the chemist's shop : a antenatal vitamin. When Erin came home the following Friday, she sat me down because, as she said, she had to recite me something significant. She took a while to build up the courage to say it, but finally she confessed what I already knew ; she was pregnant. I kept equanimity ( mostly because I knew it was coming ) and told her that it was going to be ok. She started to cry and I told her not to be upset and that I would help her any way I could. I asked her how far along she was and without hesitation she said she conceived on October 31st. I asked her how she could be so sure and she said it was the one and only prison term that she'd ever had sex. That was the final nail in the coffin : Erin, my daughter, was carrying my baby.

I asked her about her ally, pretending to enquire how she could have been ghastly because of her, and she replied,"She's pregnant, too. As soon as I found out, we went and got her a pregnancy tester ; it was positive."Keeping it light and with a joking tonus I asked,"Geez—what are you guys doing—hosting sex company in her house ?"Erin rolled her eyes and said,"No ! We are not hosting any sex parties…"I knew that was true : they weren't the hostesses. She just didn't add that they didn't ATTEND any sex political party. I told her she had my support in whatever she decided to do and she said without hesitation,"I'm keeping it—no interrogative sentence ! I already love this baby and it's nothing more than a blob right now."I was glad to find out that and then asked about her friend. Erin said,"She might be a bit slutty, but she is really Conservative at the like clock time ; a bit of an enigma. She is very anti-abortion and is going to keep her baby, too. She just doesn't know what to do about school, yet."I told her to offer my baby sitting services to her. I figured it was the least I could do for my own child !

Erin thanked me on behalf of her friend and said it would mean a lot to her. We talked for a while and began going through all of the things we needed to think about to devise for what was going to take place in a piddling over 8 month from now. Before long, we had discussed the highlight and she was ready to get hold of her mind off of matter. As per our usual, she wanted to take in a moving picture. And she surprised me yet again when she wanted to watch over the original Spiderman movie for the 100th meter. The movie was playing and I was having problem keeping my thoughts focused again, but not as bad as last hebdomad. Then I realized I never asked her a question that most daddy would cause asked first. I turned to her and said,"So, you never told me who the father is…"She just looked over at me and said,"Spiderman is the Padre, Dad…"I thought that was screaming but couldn't let it show too much. I said,"Very funny… Wait : you do know who the father is, don't you ?"Erin looked at me and said,"Of trend I know who the begetter is. Why would you ask me that ?"I figured she wanted to keep the details of her sex living private and was perhaps embarrassed that she didn't know who the man in the Spiderman costume was. I explained my questioning by saying,"Oh, no understanding, really. It's just that you said earlier that it was October 31st—Halloween—and then you seemed to not want to respond who the male parent was when you said ‘ Spiderman ’, and I thought maybe it was a guy in a costume that you never got a look at. I'm not judging you : I just know college can be a crazy fourth dimension and we do things that we normally wouldn't do in another setting—that's all…"

Before I even finished what I was saying, I was kicking myself for broaching the topic. I feared I said too much and was worried that she might figure it out. She looked at me a few moments and seemed to empathize and acknowledge what I was talking about. Finally she said,"That's not too far from what happened, actually."I said,"Then you don't know who the Fatherhood is ?"She said,"wellspring, I have a pretty adept idea of who he is…I think. But I'm not really sure."I said,"I guess it would be toilsome to ask him if he was the guy you were with at that party a few hebdomad ago…that would be awkward if he said ‘ no ’. She said that was exactly why she hadn't said anything to him yet. The conversation dwindled down from there and we went back to watching the movie. But I could sense that something was on Erin's mind. Call it a father's intuition ; or maybe just paranoia.

After the film finished, Erin went out to her car for a minute and came back in with a brown bag. She asked me,"If I ask you to do something for me, would you anticipate to do it ?"I said,"Of course, Honey ; I'd do anything for you."She nodded and asked,"testament you put this on for me—just for a minute ?"I took the bag from her and looked inside. I was a bit confused at what I saw. Inside the bag was, of all matter, a Spiderman costume. I looked at her in confusion and asked her why. She told me to extract it out and I did. It wasn't until I pulled the costume out that I realized it wasn't just ANY Spiderman costume : it was MY Spiderman costume ! The substantiation was in the Velcro fly I had sewn into it and my daughter's virginal blood stains around the crotch. I distinctly recalled throwing it in the garbage and couldn't figure out how she ended up with it. I was looking at the costume in my hands and she began to explain,"I came home the next morning and you were out running errands, I guess. I was just going about my line when I went to throw something away and I saw this under some trash in the can. When I pulled it out, I recognized it immediately. I panicked and took it with me back to my friend's—I didn't William Tell her, though."

I looked up at her and my eyes were starting to get blurry. I said,"Erin, you have to believe me : I had no idea it was you ! I didn't know until I saw you with your tat…"She stopped me in my tracks and said she knew that and not to worry ; she was ‘ ok'with it. I told her that I was sorry for not saying anything, but I wanted to write her from knowing the truth about what happened ; afraid she would never get over it. She said to stop bedevilment and that she was ok about the entire incident. She said she was a short freaked out at first, but then realized that neither of us knew who the other was and we were just enjoying some random sex. We just happened to outsmart all odds and ended up having sex with each other. I asked her if she was really ok with what happened and she nodded her head in a casual, prosaic way.

I asked if she was sure she wanted to keep the babe, knowing I was the Father-God and she said,"This is our baby ! Of line I'm sure ! Daddy, you are the best Dad in the earth, and I know you will love our baby as much as you love me."I knew she was right and couldn't argue against her. I folded the costume back up and was putting it back in the bag when she asked,"What are you doing ?"I said,"I'm putting it back in the bag…"She responded saying,"I see that. But why ?"I looked at her blankly not understanding her question. She said,"I believe you made a promise to me. You said you would do something for me if I asked and I asked you to put the suit on…"Erin's tone had changed to a teasing and seductive tonicity. I said,"Erin, are you asking me what it sounds like you are asking me ?"She said,"ejaculate on Dad : don't become a prude on me now. Think about it : you have seen every contribution of me in recent meter ; you sucked on every bit of my vagina—which was amazing, by the way—we've already had sex—twice—and because of a defective batch of condoms, I'm meaning with your child. And unless I'm weirdo, you enjoyed sex with me as practically as I enjoyed it with you. Hell : you've been walking around with a ‘ trailer truck'since you saw my tattoo ! So I know you are thinking about me ! well, I've been thinking about you. No one else knows about what happened and it would stay between us. And it's not like you can get me MORE pregnant !"

She made some honest full stop, but what she was suggesting made me nervous. I said,"That is all true. But what you are talking about is unlike than what happened between us at the company. When we had sex, we didn't know we were having sex with each other. But now you are suggesting that we knowingly and willingly experience sex and I think that would just make things awkward between us."She responded by saying,"I've known it was you since the side by side morning time and I don't feel awkward around you. You have known the truth for two workweek and you haven't been acting awkward ; you still love me the Lapplander as you always have. I'm not suggesting we start dating, declination in dear and try to expire ourselves off as husband and married woman or something ; it's just sex—really good sex—but just sex."

I still wasn't sure about what she was offering ; the taboo of it was so overpower. Erin said,"I'll tell you what, I want to present you something and if you are still resistant, then I'll accept it and we'll motion on ; I won't bring it up again. OK ?"I had no approximation what she had in mind, but was nervous about what the ‘ something'could be. I reluctantly agreed to her marriage proposal. She went to her room and was gone for a few mo. When she came back into the support room, she was wearing her cat costume ; blackguard, masquerade, no bra or panties—just like at the party. The memory board flooded back substantial than ever and my cock betrayed me. Erin walked right up to me and I realized one reason why it never dawned on me that night that the cat girl could be my daughter : she was at to the lowest degree three or four inch taller with those cad on. Erin's tits were less than an inch from my chest and she only had to turn her head up slightly to look at me. I could finger her trunk heat radiating on me. My boner was pushing my gasp out in effort to get at her and I was speechless. Erin spoke get-go :"Like I said ; it's just sex between a man and a woman."She then looked down at my bulging knickers and said,"I can see you want to, so layover over-thinking it and just let go. I reached up and put my handwriting on her articulatio humeri. But then she took my hands and moved them, placing them on her breasts and held them there. I could palpate her teat pressing into my medal and her breasts felt magnificent. I asked her if she was really sure about this and she took one of my hands and pushed it down her eubstance and inside her yoga pants.

She said,"tactile property me—does it experience like I'm sure ?"Her still hairless vagina was hot to the touch sensation and she was already wet. No doubt about it, she was certain. My finger already knew where her clit was hiding and went to play. My former paw began tentatively massaging her breast and she unzipped my pants. She found the fly in my boxers and pulled my hard cock out through it. Then she hooked a thumb in each slope of the hem line of her pants and pushed them down to mid second joint horizontal surface. I helped her the rest of the way with her pants, sliding them down her perfectly shaped ramification while she stood up-right.

When I was on my knees, my face was at the same grade as her bare pussy ; her yoga pant where in a lot around her mortise joint. She lifted one leg and then the other as I slipped the pants off over each high heel. My daughter was naked from the waist down and her vagina was scramble with moisture. Unable to resist, I took her wet cunt in my mouthpiece and sucked down as much of her juices as I could. And the more I sucked, the more she made. She opened her position as wide as her ankles would allow in her heels while I gave her slickness cunt a tongue lashing. Her hands went to the backrest of my point and her fingers buried themselves in my hair as she pulled my grimace into her crotch.

Because she kept shifting her position, I figured out that she wasn't very comfortable in the dog, so I took her hand and walked her to my sleeping room. She sat down on the bed with all of the panache and grace as if she was being seated at a five star restaurant. My Erin was a very sexy and sensual youthful woman ! She then opened her pegleg encompassing and made the ‘ come here'motion with her index finger's breadth. I went back to eating her out and she put her legs up over my shoulders ; knees spread wide and invertebrate foot crossed behind my book binding. In that military position, I had better oral entree to her than the maiden time. I was able to tug my knife into her vagina and fuck her with it. Erin was being much more vocal now. Hearing my daughter moan in sexual pleasure—from me—was an amazing turn on. The ‘ taboo ingredient'in what we were doing was off the charts. Even so, Erin knew how to up the game. She said,"Oh, yeah, daddy ! Eat my puss ! Oh my god, pop ; that feels SO undecomposed !"I was emboldened by her ‘ smut talking'and really went to make on her. I explored every region of her vagina with my sass and tongue as I did before, only this clip I wasn't going to arrest until she came on my face.

Pretty soon, I got what I was looking for. She grabbed my head, pulled it into her genital organ and had a screaming, squirting orgasm. My open oral fissure caught her gushing fluids and it was a mouthful ! She looked down at me through her cat mask and I opened wide so she could see her cum in my mouth. I closed my mouth and swallowed it all ; it was delightful ! I moved up her body and, as I did, I slipped my hired man under her skin-tight shirt ; pushing it up over her nipple. I took one nipple in my mouth and let my hand play with the other. My cock headway was rectify at the chess opening to her soaking wet kitty-cat, but I wasn't gear up to push in yet.

I removed my daughter's cat mask and finished taking her top off of her. With the exception of her high heels, Erin was as bare as the day she was born. A slender smile was on her face as she looked at me in anticipation and she was more beatific than what I had imagined the start time we had sex—when she wore the mask. My solid pecker was barely making contact with her slippery puss and her pelvis were already starting to rock slightly. I moved forward slowly and my engorged dick began sinking inside of her. As I entered her, Erin's pernicious grinning slowly changed ; her back talk dropped undefended and her centre closed half way. She breathed in through her sassing, gasping for air. When my balls came to rest on her lovely ass, her open mouth slowly changed back to a wry smile as she looked me in the eyes. I began pushing in and out of my daughter's vagina and our middle were locked together.

There was no going back now : we were fucking as Padre and daughter and we were more than than well cognizant of what we were doing. Erin's implements of war were wrapped around me ; her hands on my berm brand and her legs were hooked around my ass as if to forestall me from pulling out of her. My blazon went under hers and I had my men on her shoulder so I could root for myself into her to help my thrusting power. Almost automatically—as if by instinct—I kissed her on the English of her cervix. As I did, she tilted her head back, presenting her throat to me. I kissed her there and followed around to the other side of her neck, kissing her just below her ear. I pulled away to await at my daughter's face. I always thought Erin was beautiful, but seeing her passionate human face while in the throes of having sex was beyond words. She was absolutely exquisite !

Our faces were mere inches apart. I don't know if I kissed her or if she kissed me—perhaps we both moved in at the same time—but we kissed like we had been lovers for old age. And every sentence I pushed oceanic abyss interior of her, Erin hummed with lecherousness into my mouth. I went back to kissing her neck and under her jaw and she hissed,"Oh yes, Daddy ! give it to me ! I want it all of the way inside me ! I love how big your tool tone and I want to feel your cum shooting inside of me !"I started going faster and faster as she continued talking. She wanted it harder and harder and I wasn't going to cobbler's last much farsighted. I was pounding into her now and was really enjoying watching her lovely breast being bounced back and forth and around in circles from my fucking her. My ballock and thighs were slapping her ass and she began a long, continuous, high school pitched hum. I knew her coming was building just as mine was.

Erin's look began to twist : her centre looked like she was worried ; her take down lip disappeared—sucked into her sass as her orgasm became immanent. My orgasm would hold off no longer and I blasted a Brobdingnagian load inside of my daughter's already pregnant womb. The instant the first of many jets of sperm splashed into her cervix uteri, Erin's orgasm hit with military unit. Her legs stiffened ; eyes shot blanket open and she screamed at the top of her lungs. As our nearly simultaneous orgasms subsided, I let my weight down on her, allowing her bosom to beseech into my chest as I kissed her some more on her neck. I slowly rocked into her and she moved her rosehip in time with mine. Eventually we rested in that office, with me buried to the hilt in her, and we kissed for a while. I rolled over and she rolled with me to end up on top of me ; all while never pulling fully out of her. She sat on my still remarkably intemperately dick and grinded her rose hip slowly. While gently rocking on me, she started fixing her hair and when she seemed satisfied with that, she leaned down, gave me a quick quite a little on the boldness, and said,"Thank you, Daddy ; that was even honorable than the inaugural time ! I really liked being able-bodied to see your face this sentence,"before she pulled herself off of my cock.

Erin stood up, collected her clothes and went to her room. I got up and got redressed. Erin took a quick shower and when she came back out, she was dressed in her common shorts and t-shirt ; if unexpected visitors were to drop by, they would never mistrust that we had just fucked each early's brains out. I asked her if she wanted anything to eat and she replied simply, ‘ ice cream ’. I went to the Deepfreeze and said that I'd have some, too, while she went to the console to get two bowls and spoonful. We went about the remainder of the day as if zip had happened. Of course I couldn't stop thinking about what we had done. But it neither felt awry, like I suspected it might, nor did it feel right—it just ‘ was what it was ’. I mentioned my feelings about what we did and Erin felt the Saami way saying,"Like I told you : it's just insouciant sex with someone we can really trust—that's all."I nodded in arrangement but didn't have anything to add. Erin then said that her friend has been talking about ‘ the Spiderman'nonstop flight since the party. She wanted to try and count on out who I was so she could glom up with me again. Erin and I agreed for obvious rationality that we could never let her have it off. We had long since finished eating our ice cream and were talking over the empty bowls when we realized it was deep and went to bed—in our own beds.

The next day was just like any convention Sabbatum for us. We did go out and do a little window shopping ; looking at baby items…but it was still a bit betimes to be buying things like that. It was decided that we would wait until we knew whether the sister was a boy or fille before buying any apparel. After a good day of ‘ shopping'and returning abode with nix, we relaxed with a picture show before going to bed. I got up early on Sunday to put Erin's washing in so she would hold clean clothes for the coming week. Once all of her dress were washed and folded, I went to her room to ask her what she wanted for breakfast and found her awake but still in bed. Erin thought for a few seconds about what she wanted for breakfast and then said,"I guess what I'm really in the humor for is a ‘ quicky ’. What do you say ?"I didn't say a word ; I just pulled her covers back to feel her already naked and she sat up to serve me into the same country of frock. I got in bed with her and lay down behind her, spooning her. I was hard in a jiffy and my cock was pressed between her ass cheeks. I repositioned downcast as she lifted her leg and she helped lead my turncock to her waiting vagina. I pushed in without ceremony and began gently thrusting into her. I put one arm under her straits, wrapping it around to her chest to wager with her tit while the other deal went to her clit so it would throw a ‘ playmate ’. We stayed in that view for several minutes and then I tried a new one for us. I kept her on her incline as she was, but moved her ‘ upper leg'into a sitting attitude while her ‘ dispirited leg'was straight down. I straddled her glower leg and pushed back into her. This office gave me dependable leverage for pushing oceanic abyss and she could alter the way it felt by moving her speed leg. Erin twisted her upper body so she could look on me fucking her—she smiled with contentment. Erin's puss tightened and began pulsing on me and her orgasm brought on my own. Once my cum stopped shooting inside of her, she said,"Can we have pancake again ?"I said,"Of track, baby ; whatever you want."She said,"Thank you, Daddy—that was really good…"I got up to go make breakfast and she got up at the same time. She kissed my cheek, put on a longsighted t-shirt, and helped me take breakfast. We had no problem shifting back and Forth between father & girl and casual sex partners.

Our living continued in this fashion ; she would go off to school and come home for the weekends. We would have mind-blowing sex on Friday to blow off the stress from the previous week and a quicky on Sun to prepare for the coming calendar week. rightfield around Christmas, Erin and I went to have her showtime ultrasound done. She was only about seven workweek along in her pregnancy, but we wanted to see our baby. Officially, I was there as the supportive father of his single and significant daughter, but between Erin and I, I was there as simply, ‘ Daddy ’. After sitting a short time in the waiting surface area, Erin's gens was called and she asked me to come in with her ( for the benefit of the office staff as opposed actually needing to ask me to connect her ). We were escorted to the examination room and Erin took her place on the test board while I just stood in the recess trying to stay out of the way. After a few minutes, an ultrasound technical school came in and had Erin lift her shirt up to just below her bosom. I had to be thrifty not to get a chubby… Erin still wasn't showing at all ; she seemed a bit ‘ delicate'than normal, but to any casual percipient, they would never venture that she was pregnant. The tech put gel on her crushed stomach and began passing the wand around her belly. It didn't take her farseeing to feel the baby—the baby was still just a single sac of cells ; nothing about it to distinguish it from a dim and whiteness characterisation of a deep-fried egg. But Erin asked for pictures anyway : it was ‘ her'infant, after all. The lab technical school was very clinical and seemed to have zero emotions about the sister, but she humored Erin and printed several pictures anyway. The technical school asked Erin when her last period was and Erin said it ended around October 22nd or 23rd. I did the quick math and realized she was right at the height of her nearly rich point in her cycle on the 31st ; she was probably ovulating as I was fucking her with my modified condom. The lab technical school wrote the appointment down and calculated the due date based on the 22nd. Erin told her that she didn't conceive until the 31st and the lab tech asked how she could be so sealed. Erin said,"Because, on the 30th, I was a Virgo the Virgin and I didn't have sex again after that ; at least, not until after I already knew I was pregnant."Even with the rock-solid testimonial from Erin, the lab technical school still used the 22nd as the date to go by ; she was VERY clinical. Erin's official due escort was July 22nd, but we knew it would be closer to the end of July or even early on August.

We went dwelling and the low gear affair Erin did was put our baby's ‘ icon'up on the icebox with a magnet. It was really something else to go to the electric refrigerator and see the ultrasound of my child being carried by my daughter. I could barely recollect the thoughts of guilt feelings and regret when I first discovered that Erin was the cat girlfriend ; when I discovered she was pregnant with my kid. Those persuasion and intuitive feeling were gone ; replaced by pride and joy. Erin and I continued our arrangements and things never got Wyrd between us. We managed to hold open the sex reprint from the early panorama of our kinship. We never cuddled or became overly passionate. Sometimes while having sex we would snog, but that was unlike. Once we were finished satisfying each early, kisses were to the cheek or the forehead like you would normally see in a male parent and daughter relationship. It was very complicated, yet elegantly simple too.

Erin's belly began to slowly expatiate as clip went on and I was surprised at how it only increased how beautiful she was. I didn't have a gestation hoodoo, but seeing her pregnant had an effect on me. Perhaps it was because she was carrying my baby, I don't know. When she was 16 hebdomad along, we knew that we would be able to state if we were having a boy or girl soon. Her abdomen had expanded enough that most citizenry could separate she was pregnant as opposed to just being overweight—all of her ‘ extra weight'was in her belly ; the remainder of her body was still her normal size. We waited until she was into her 19th week before getting another echography done because we wanted to make sure they would be capable to define if the baby was a boy or girl. Almost as soon as the tech started searching, she had news show for us. But it wasn't the tidings we had gone to find out ; this was ‘ early intelligence ’. The lab technical school said to my daughter,"There are two now ; you are having twins."We both responded in unison saying,"WHAT ? !"She showed us on the varan and, just like she said, there were two babies growing in there. And, since we knew she started out with one embryo sac, they were going to be identical Gemini the Twins. The tech took pictures of both of our child. Erin asked if they were boy or girls. The tech positioned the wand around some more, found the mighty angle on one, and said,"You are having girls."She moved the scepter around and found the right Angle on the early baby just to confirm that they were identical and found no surprise ; the other babe was definitely a girl, too. Both were respectable and strong ; a little modest for being in her 19th week, but that was pattern for twin. More pictures were printed out and string up on the refrigerator as soon as we got home. We had shopping to do : now we knew to buy girl point and to get two of everything ! Erin told her friend the news and she told Erin that she had an ultrasound done, too : she was having a piddling boy. I was thrilled—even though the baby wasn't going to give birth my finis name, he was still my son ; passing down my origin. That was an outdated and single-minded way of thinking, I knew. My daughter would be passing down just as much of my bloodline as my son would after all… but I still liked the thought .