Can't have all your Life

Can't have fun all your life was my late father's favorite saying. But I thought I'll give it a good go and at 30 I was single and enjoying my life. My father then passed away heart attack at 75, my died (stroke) years before when I was 19. As an only child I was alone in the world except for my cousin Roberta 26 daughter of my late aunt, my mothers only sibling and who father had left them years before with no further contact. Roberta isn't really an outgoing type person prefers to keep to herself mostly. Fairly well off due to family being well off, like I was also. I'm Mark after my late father and don't need to work to get by and so I enjoy myself. I've a qualified engineer and can always get work if I need to. But as yet don't feel the need, last year at the funeral of my father, Roberta was there and I started talking with her to catch up after the funeral. I realized she was like me, she didn't need to work and stay on her 45 acre property with a few horse and chickens. She only done what she wanted to do and when she wanted to it. I was going to sell my father's home, I had no need of it. I asked Roberta was there anything she wanted from the house before I sold it. There was, family photo's and history as she was doing a family history and the more information she could get the better. So a week later she arrived to go thru what photo's and family history material my father had kept. She saw my father's books and asked what I was going to with them, sell or dump I said. Pity she said, I said if you want any or all you can have them. Okay I'll take them she replied, she search thru the photos and the history records took hours. She was so busy looking she didn't realize how much time had passed. When she decided to head home it was raining heavily and it was very dark outside as well. She was going to return in the morning anyway, so I said you might as well stay the night. She agreed, she went to a spare room to sleep and I turned in myself. The heavy rain turned into a thunder storm and thunder awoke Roberta and she screamed. She never liked thunderstorms and being in a strange bedroom didn't help. I went to see what was wrong and to calm her down. I was only wearing my shorts and she was only in her bra and panties. I gave her a cuddle to reassure her and she relaxed, I also got a little excited cuddling her and then with another crack of thunder overhead she wanted me to stay with her and I agreed. One thing led to another and I fucked her and we slept together for the rest of the night, fucking again in the morning. One thing slipped my mind, Roberta was reclusive and therefore didn't date or have a regular sex life like me. I didn't use a condom and she hadn't taken any precautions herself. It was slow dawning on me, but it did later the following morning. But being the person I am, it didn't worry at all and I got her into bed again before she went home. Months later with my father's house sold and I got a call it was Roberta asking me to visit her, not saying why. So I as usual didn't have much if anything on and went to visit Roberta. On my arrival one thing stood out, she was pregnant and I knew straight away I was the father. I thought later that I wasn't as shocked as I thought I should've been, she didn't want anything from me, just wanted me around for a time after the birth of our daughter. I agreed and decided to stay with her from then on and being the person I am asked could I share her bed. She said if you want and so I slept with her ever since and with the birth of our healthy daughter Margaret last month I'm still living with Roberta. I've no plans to leave and Roberta gives me sexual favors before the birth and since. No actual intercourse but she says when she has recovered, she will be willing. I enjoy being a father and love being with Roberta. So I will see how it goes, otherwise we both still do what we normally do. I'm usually travelling around, but found being with Roberta very satisfying so far.