Respect part 2. Not designed to stand alone. Nobody engaged in sexual activity is under the age of 18. Contains anal, oral, breeding, and pregnancy.
Connie and I enjoyed raising our daughter. Even though Karen knew I was her uncle, we slid into her considering me as her father. This erased our problems with Connie and I sleeping together.
Karen became a stunningly beautiful teenager. Her hair was never really blonde. It depended on the season: brown in the winter and blonde in the summer sun. The freckles kind of evaporated. She was always slender, although her chest developed normally and after about 15 we were never forced to tell her that she'd have boobs when she was older. Almost identical to her mother's.
When Karen was in high school Connie and I tried in vitro fertilization (IVF). Because she lacked Fallopian tubes she couldn't get pregnant the normal way. In the 80s and 90s this was readily available, but expensive. We tried twice, but both failed and Connie had miscarriages.
The last attempt was when Karen started her senior year in high school. (We probably waited too long, but had to wait till we could afford it.) Karen was as disappointed as we were, "I really want a brother or sister."
I responded, "Unfortunately, it doesn't look like that's going to happen."
Nothing further was said on the subject.
Karen graduated from high school number three academically in a medium-to-large sized high school. That meant having a giant celebration for our 18-year-old. The celebration consisted of the three of us going to Hawaii for a week.
Connie claimed that it was just an excuse for me to see her in a bikini. I had to agree. We didn't have a pool, so there's wasn't much opportunity here. Connie and I were in our fourth decade, but she still had a magnificent body. Karen looked like a younger version of Connie. This was the part of her life I missed during the rift, so I sort of got to see it. Of course, Karen has a different set of genes. She still looked amazingly like her mother, with the exception that she had blue eyes, almost blonde hair (that became blonde in the Hawaiian sun), and she was two inches taller. Both had almost identical breast sizes: at least C.
Karen acted a little different from what I'd expected on the trip. She was normally a self-confident young woman who enjoyed the attention of the opposite sex. There were plenty of young, unattached guys following her around, but she seemed indifferent. She stuck with us whenever she could. It didn't come off as her being shy, but more of a conscious effort to be with us. A little ego on my end because it looked like she was sticking to me more than her mom.
It was easy to see why Karen had so many men after her. It was the same for Connie. Karen, apparently, had much more critical standards than Connie, when Connie was at that age. Karen seldom dated. Here in Hawaii, every time we went to the pool of the beach, there was a flock of men following her. That's not to say that Connie didn't also attract attention...
Have to confess that the beach and the pool had a lot less attraction for me. I couldn't swim with my legs in place. Wasn't comfortable for me to just take them off poolside and just jump in, roll in, actually. I'd do it if Connie or Karen were there with me to refit me when I got out. So, I enjoyed the poolside and stayed on the beach while they frolicked in the water. Gave me a way to judge interest in the women. Of course, the opportunity to put suntan lotion on their backs was welcomed. Even though I considered Karen my daughter, I still was happy to apply lotion to the beautiful young woman.
We even make the trip up Diamond Head. I took it slowly and had to rely on my cane a few times. I seldom use the cane, but when I needed it, I needed it. They would alternate helping me when my legs got tired. The muscular dynamics changed from when I walked on level ground. Got tired a lot quicker. I wasn't too surprised as a lot of other people appeared to be not having an easy time even though they had a normal set of legs. Also, fortunately, there were benches to rest on along the way. I tried to tell them to go on and I'd wait, but that went over like a lead balloon. The view from the top was worth it, though. The decent was a lot easier, although I needed my cane to keep me from gaining too much velocity. It was enjoyable sitting around after the decent, enjoying the weather and a cold drink.
There were still plenty of other things to do. We took in a luau where I ate way too much. They were both laughing at my appetite. We went there and back on a tour bus. On the way back I couldn't keep my hands off Connie. The bus was dark for the hour ride back to the hotel, so I figured to put the time to good use. Connie was a bit more discrete than me and kept removing my hand when it got to interesting places. Karen was sitting behind us and kept giggling whenever Connie removed my hand.
Karen had her own room, attached to ours. This, of course, gave us the opportunity for a little recreational sex. Given the thin walls, we were sure that Karen could hear us. We didn't let that bother us. Even at home she certainly heard us. The morning after the luau when we went to breakfast she said, "Aren't you guys kind of tired? Think you were up all night."
Connie got a little red, "Sorry. Hope we didn't disturb you."
"Naw, it was hot, and I enjoyed listening to you - if you know what I mean."
This wasn't such a subtle reminder that Karen was a woman now and not a little girl. Connie: "KAREN! You're not supposed to say things like that."
I piped in, "It's OK to do them, just not broadcast it." That earned me a swat from Connie and a big smile from Karen.
When we got home and had overcome the jet lag, Karen asked us to sit with her in the living room. "Mom, Dad, can we have an adult discussion? One where you won't get mad at me and storm out of the room?"
Connie and I exchanged glances that conveyed that neither of us knew what she wanted to say. "OK."
"I've kind of rehearsed this, so let me go... First, I want more than anything to have a brother or sister. I know it's strange that I'd want a sibling or siblings that were 18 years younger, but I really, really do. And I want them to be of our blood. I want to have a sibling from the two of you. The thought that you miss out on a child really bothers me."
We nodded as she continued, "You've tried expensive IVF twice, but both were unsuccessful. Not much chance that a third will work. But IVF isn't the only option. Another possibility is a surrogate mother."
We interrupted her, "Thought about that, but that's way, way more expensive, well beyond our means, even if we find a willing host."
Then she dropped the bomb, "What about using me?"
All of 10 seconds of silence before both Connie exploded, "Are you out of your mind? You're 18 and have a whole lot of living yet to do."
I said, "You're our daughter. We can't do that."
"Isn't it my choice? Like you said, I'm 18 and an adult."
"No, it requires all three of us and so far, you're outnumbered two to one."
"Please listen to me. I want this with my whole heart and soul. I can't think of a bigger gift that you could give me. Please, please, don't reject it out of hand. Please."
Tears began to make their appearance on her face. That's not fighting fair. Normally, that worked 100% of the time, but this was so far beyond what she'd ever requested...
Dozens, no hundreds of reasons why this was bad, wrong, unacceptable, impossible went through my mind in the time it took me to look at Connie and then at Karen. I didn't even know where to begin.
I began, "Honey, we can appreciate that you want to give us this gift. That you're willing to put your life on hold so that we can have a child of our own, but you don't need to do this. You're our child, now our young woman, we don't need another. We're so very happy we have you. You're everything to us."
"Then if you love me so much, why can't you do this to make
me
happy?"
"Karen, honey, I can tell you from experience that making a life-changing decision at your age is a recipe for disaster..."
"But, Mom, you grew up a hippie. Didn't respect conventional ideas, made your own decisions. Why can't you let me?... Dad, you joined the army at 18. That's as life changing as you can get."
"From the most bitter experience, I can tell you that those kinds of decisions almost cost me my brother."
