"It was all starting to sink in. I was a 32 year-old woman with 3daughters. I had just slept with and had sex with my nephew. He would haveall the fun...of being a teenage boy, while I had all the responsibilities ofan adult. He would continue to have sex with me every night. He might evenget me pregnant.It hardly seemed fair. He was getting the best of a situation that washis fault. He claimed it was not his intent to become a boy, and that hewanted his old body back. Maybe he did, or maybe he. 'I'm so pretty. I just love the way I look.' You keep repeatingthat until I tell you to stop." It wasn't until the maid twisted hisear and repeated her instructions before Jacob began the embarrassingresponse.As he was doing that, the maid went to the bureau and began collectinghis clothing. When she finished, she had him stand up and removed thetowel. Taking his hand she pulled him over to the bed and had him sitwhere she had put the clothing. Taking the first thing off the pile,she made him. “How much is in them, Dad?”“Only eleven gallons each, Jen, so it’s ‘family hold back’ as far as you are concerned!”She laughed and teased him back.“Even if I restrict myself to my normal twelve pints of an evening, that still leaves lots for the guests – Hamish only needs to catch a whiff of a barmaid’s apron and he’s away with the fairies, and Jon’s given up beer for Lent, so I don’t see a problem myself?”He raised his eyebrows at her clearly exaggerated claim to drink that much beer.“Well, as. His thumb stroked my chin. “You are so beautiful.”Did he want me?I wanted to kiss him. I knew I would regret it. He would recoil. He would stare at me in shock. He was just being a good father. He wanted me to be confident about myself. Good fathers didn’t think of their daughters like I thought of him.Incestuous lust and burning shame roiled through me. I trembled there. If he did want me, he would be leaning down to kiss me, but he was just standing there. Staring at me. He must think I’m so.