Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... cancer when she was in her teens. She could have had surgery right away to remove it, but she opted to wait until she could have a baby. She met a guy in college, and Avery is here today because of her decision.” All doubt and improbable possibilities were gone. Avery was my biological daughter, my wife, and the mother of my four children. A tear ran down Avery’s cheek. Her aunt continued, “We have all told Avery that she should feel no guilt. It was your mother’s choice and she made it knowing the risks. But she said she would rather have one day with her baby and die from cancer than live without you and die of old age. They took her ovaries as soon as Avery was born and they thought they had it in time, but a few years later it started showing up in other parts of her body. It was really strange because it doesn’t run in the family like that. But they had her on chemo and radiation for a while. She lived for another 8 years but eventually her liver gave up and…” I said, “Avery, I’m so sorry. But I’m glad she made that decision. Look at what we have; look at our beautiful babies…” Avery smiled and said, “I know. You’re right, I know. I just wish she could have met you. I wish she could see our babies.” Avery’s aunt said, “Are you guys still going out? You should get going if you are.” I looked to Avery to see if she still felt like going and she said, “Yeah; I want to go out—at least for a little while.” We said that we would be back ‘later’ which meant anywhere between ...

... 10:00 and 2:00am. We left and just started driving with no particular place in mind. Avery said she wanted to see our apartment, so we went there. She chatted about the usual things on the way there, but I was a little lost in thought. I was trying to figure out if I should tell her what I had discovered. Should I tell her that I’m her father? How does a guy tell his wife—the mother of his children—that she is his biological daughter? What would her reaction be? Would she want to get a divorce? Ironically, I didn’t want to end our marriage: I thought of her as my wife first because that was how I’d known her up until now. I didn’t raise her as my daughter. Should I just keep it a secret? I was the only one that knew, after all. No one was being hurt by the secret: all of our children were born without problems of any kind. But this was important, too. This was much bigger than keeping a secret about financial status or being a bit younger than the other believed! I was very conflicted to say the least. When we got inside our apartment, Avery could tell something was wrong. I had been unusually quiet and she called me on it. “You haven’t said a word since we left. What is on your mind?” “Hm? Oh, nothing, really…” I was lying, even though I knew she could see through me. “Don’t you dare lie to me. Something is bothering you, I can tell. I want you to feel like you can tell me anything—anything at all. As long as you can tell me you Love me, we will be fine. OK?” “I do Love you, ...