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My daughter's pregnant belly rose and fell as she worked her hips slowly on my dick. We were enraptured before the fireplace, bathing in its warm glow when the desire took us. Kat's breasts were swollen and her nipples were hard. Her eyes glittered down on me, mirroring the Christmas lights left behind by my wife. We were free, and, in our freedom, we were in love.Kat's head was rolled back onto her shoulders in desperate pleasure, one hand resting on my chest. I was enthralled with her, lost in her.She leaned over me and our lips came together. I held her ass and thrust up into her until her legs began to shake and I rolled her off of me. I took control, holding her legs apart and driving into her until she screamed, unrestrained, into the rafters.When she finished, Katherine curled up into me, one leg over my waist, one hand resting near my wet cock. I threw a blanket over us and we rested by the fire, feeling the thick comfort of sleep overcome us.It went like this for the two weeks Agatha was gone. She'd called on the morning after she boarded the plane to tell us that her mother was dying, would be gone within the month, and that she was going to stay with her for as long as she could. I answered the phone still lying in Katherine's bed, her naked legs entwined with mine. Kat laid kisses on my neck while I consoled my wife. I'd met her mother only a few times and knew her to be a good woman, very close with her daughter. I was sad for Agatha and, bahis siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) for the first time, guilty.I knew that I had betrayed my wife, my vows, and maybe my soul to be with my own daughter. I knew that I had been wronging both of them for all these months while I dithered on with the two of them, and would wrong my wife further because I had made my choice.The cause of Agatha's exodus from our lives hung like a shadow over our freedom but Katherine, with soft lips, golden hair, and round, pregnant belly, was there, like the sun, to chase it away. Even as I hung up the phone that morning and turned to see my Katherine lying in a pool of dawn light on the bed beside me in my own home, the feelings of guilt began to retreat and Agatha's presence, lingering on like a shadow on a door frame, too began to subside.It faded with the passing of each day, summoned up again when she would call every day or two with news from her family. I would retreat to the porch, to stand in the cold like a guilty smoker, to talk with her away from Kat. When I returned, I would always find her in bed, waiting to chase away my wife's persistent ghost.Our relationship grew time to breathe, to become simple and easy. Sneaking around her college and our home had a certain exciting charm to it, a thrill. But now, it was easy kisses and quiet moments. A quiet real love that had grown beyond lust.In the mornings, Kat and I woke together, dressed together, and ate together. We spent canlı bahis siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) our days laughing and playing and our nights wrapped in each other's naked arms. I would awake in the middle of the night in fear of discovery, only to remember our paradise and to enter her, fucking her until she awakened to gasp and moan beneath me.She would find me out in the yard, stacking firewood or walking the fence line, and draw me back inside to the warmth, into her warmthFive days into our vacation?as we had come to think of it?Christmas came. It snuck up to our house with a blanketing snow that thawed and froze hard. The house became an igloo overnight, sealing shut the doors and windows.Kat and I had slept naked with her tucked into me and our growing baby swaddled inside of her, as had become our custom.When morning came, I crept out of bed, leaving Katherine breathing easily in her girlhood bed. When her mother was alive, I would make pancakes for Christmas day, leaving both of my girls to sleep until the smell of crackling bacon woke them. The tradition lapsed when she died. Now, it was like before only, instead of my wife greeting me from behind with breasts squeezed tightly to my back, it was her daughter laying kisses on me."Merry Christmas, daddy," Kat said gently.She was wearing her pink bathrobe. Her belly was getting big now, too big to be contained by the robe. Glancing from the frying bacon to her chest, I could see the pink shadow of a nipple canlı bahis (http://www.kejva.com/) waiting for me. Kat made no attempt to hide it.We ate our breakfast together and, as was the tradition in our family, walked the property. We crunched through the snow, checking the fences on the horse's paddock, making angels in the fallow fields, and hiking the little trail that ran down to the edge of the creek that marked the edge of my property. I'd been living on these few acres for more than half of my life, raised a family on it. It was a part of me. Kat had spent her whole life on it. Walking the property with her was seeing it through her eyes.We took two pictures by the creek. One for Agatha and another just for me.I sent my wife her Christmas text and put the phone on silent. For the rest of the day, I belonged to Katherine.She cooked me dinner that day, blessed me with fond looks, and occasionally darted out from behind the stove with a kiss.When she was finished, her face was flushed from the heat and the wine we'd been sipping since we returned from our walk. The food was a little burned and a little under-seasoned, but to me, it was delicious.It wasn't until well after dinner, breaking with tradition, that we finally exchanged gifts.In truth, it had been on my mind all day?the little, unwrapped package I had stowed on the mantle for her. My heart beat in my chest to think of it.But Kat revealed her gift first, and, soon, all thoughts of my own present were gone from my mind."I couldn't get away to buy you anything," she said, shyly. "You never let me drive your car."Kat mounted me, shrugging off her T-shirt to reveal her pale, naked body and the curve of her belly, her enlarged breasts.