" I directed and then lifted her dress off, up over her head to lay it on her bed. I reached my arms round her and unfastened her bra and slid that of... as well leaving her standing in her stockinged feet, a half-slip and, presumably, her panties. Her bra had left a faint red mark round her back and sides where it had been gripping her and I massaged this area as I slowly turned us around, ending up facing the dressing table mirror, with me behind her. I kept gently rubbing her and finished up. The daughter made it back over towards us, hyperventilating and trying to scream through her panic, as Daddy slowly approached. Brushing my sister’s hand away, I stood up and walked to meet him, commenting on his handiwork. I was about to ask why he’d disobeyed and come upstairs, but, much like it was with my lover, I got a quick picture of his thoughts. He had felt my distress. It seemed I had gained a link with him in my change. I immediately wondered if I had gotten the same thing with Mommy. "Whenever it's just you and me, you get all caustic. Sure, you put on a friendlier face in front of the others, but when it's just me, you're mean." I guess it was my day to tell people off?She just shrugged, and leaned on the railing again.I sighed. "I don't know why I was expecting an answer."We just sat there in silence for a while. It was pretty nice, all things considered. Then she said, "Remember when we were in the bathroom?"I was wary. "Um, yeah?" I've been thinking about that. And I. I would have gone along with whatever you wanted to do anyway, but how could I reject your child and mine?"She clung to me and broke down and wept. I picked her up and sat her on my lap. "Beloved, we'll pray, and we'll do everything the doctor says, and we'll make sure you eat all the right things and you'll be very careful. If Abraham's wife Sarah could have a child in her old age, why wouldn't God give you the child you long for in your middle-age? I never thought I'd be a father again, but.