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It was a beginning, more than it was
a continuance of anything. Everything seemed new to them all.
Initially, it was decided to keep
living in their present homes, while something else was searched for. There
was some debate about doing that until Sam and Randy went to college, at which time
either house would be fine, in terms of just the three of them who were left. A year after that, Mal would go to college, too, leaving Bob and Lucy living alone.
That changed when Lucy took Mallory
to the doctor to get her a prescription for the pill and the doctor informed
her he couldn't write one.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because I think she's already
pregnant," said the doctor. He'd seen this before, and delivered the news
with something less than compassion.
"I always run tests in cases
like this," he said. "There's always the chance that a girl has been
sexually active before this kind of appointment is made. That test was
positive. It's a weak positive, meaning her hCG levels are barely above
normal. But anything above normal for a girl this age is considered positive.
The low levels suggest this is a fairly recent development, but we won't know
how far along she is until I ask her some questions. I need your permission to
do that. Barring that, I can wait a while and test her again in a few
"I think I know when this
happened," she said. "It was recently."
The doctor refrained from quipping,
"She go on a hot date?" and simply said, "Maybe we should ask
Mallory actually took it pretty
well, so well, in fact,
that it surprised the
"About two weeks ago," she
said, putting on a tragic mope. "We only did it that one time."
"Contrary to popular belief,
once is all it takes," said the doctor, dryly.
Lucy had to do some acting as well,
though it was easier for her. She blew up and ranted until the doctor
interrupted her and said she could have that conversation later, outside his
"Right now, you need to decide
how to proceed," he said.
Lucy's decision on that came at
"She decided to act like an
adult. That is going to continue." She looked daggers at her daughter.
"You will have this baby, and you will do everything the doctor says to
make sure it's a healthy one!"
"I'll set her up for a schedule
of visits," said the doctor, and left the room.
Lucy didn't have to act on the way
home. She was unhappy, and she didn't hide it.
Among other things, she said,
"I'm much too young to become a grandmother, young lady!"
Another was her complete lack of
empathy when Mallory said, "I've never had a physical like that before.
I feel like he practically crawled inside me!"
"Get used to it," snorted
This news proved uproarious at home
too, in no small part because it was impossible to determine, at that point,
who had "blessed" Mallory in this way.
Lucy expressed concern about birth
defects, should Randy have been the donor of the sperm that won the race.
There was more concern about asking the doctor about that, lest he be required
to report such information to law enforcement. A search of the internet
revealed conflicting data on mandatory reporting requirements.
Tears were cried, but in one sense,
Mallory's earlier weeping confession had ensured that this new knowledge hadn't
hit the family in a completely unexpected way, and Lucy had had time to work
through some of the issues that, otherwise, might have destroyed any chance of
an outcome that could be even vaguely characterized as positive.
In the end, Lucy was faced with
having to tiptoe through a potential minefield with the doctor, or just
"hope" that the baby would be healthy. The decision was up to her.
Everybody knew that, including Mallory. But everyone got to voice their
opinion about what to do.
An outsider might have found it
astonishing that, at last, there was consensus that the doctor had to be
involved, if possible, in planning on what to do.
Lucy decided that at her next
appointment, which the doctor had scheduled for two weeks after her first visit
instead of the usual four,
Mallory would face this
music as well.
There were two issues. First and
foremost was the health of the baby. Secondary to that was what the doctor
would have to do once he found out that the baby might be the product of
Those issues were handled in reverse
Lucy asked to speak with the doctor
"I need to ask you a
question," she said, nervously. "I want you to know that the health
of my daughter and the baby have first priority, but I also need to know how
private her information as your patient is if I were to suggest - and I'm not
suggesting it yet - that this might be an incest baby?"
She held her breath.
The previous semi-callousness of the physician vanished.
"Was she raped?"
"May I talk to her?"
"And your husband?"
"He's not in the picture,"
said Lucy. "He left when she was six."
"How do you feel about
this?" he asked.
"She entered into the
relationship voluntarily," said Lucy. "I'm not happy about that, of
course, but I would be even more unhappy if what's left of our family was torn
"You have my sympathies,"
said the doctor.
"Understanding that she's not a
child, and that she wasn't abused in the classical sense of the word ... what
would you have to do ... assuming this information becomes official?"
The doctor steepled his fingers,
resting his elbows on the desk.
"First I'd have to interview
her. Extensively. That's to determine if I think she's at risk for any danger
or injury. That's not negotiable. You could always remove her from my care,
but even then, if I thought she was in danger, I'd have to report it."
"And if you don't think
she's in danger?"
"If she's not in danger, or
mentally ill, or disabled in some way that would prevent her from truly giving
her consent, then I have a little more latitude," he said. "That's
kind of up in the air right now, but nothing is set in stone. Not in this
"Oh," said Lucy, feeling a
"There are other problems,
though," he went on.
"With the advent of more and
more of the medical record being digitized, it is becoming more and more
difficult for physicians to guard a patient's private, medical
"You mean hackers?" Lucy
imagined some hacker splaying her daughter's situation on Facebook.
"Not so much hackers,"
said the doctor. "Insurance companies send inspectors out, occasionally,
who want to look at records to determine if a patient is fully eligible for the
care they're getting. They're very good at searching through digital records,
sometimes for information that has nothing to do with what they came to
"You're kidding," said
"I'm not," he said. "I have several patients who have needed specialized care, and one of them
was audited just last week. Officially, of course, the insurance inspector is
sworn to secrecy, but they write reports and those reports aren't private
within the company. What I'm saying is that, even if I feel a report isn't
mandatory, that doesn't mean that the information is secure. And if I don't report it, and that information gets out somehow, it could cause me real
"What can I do, then?"
"Since your demeanor agrees
with your verbal assertion that ... if this was incest ... it was voluntary and
consensual, then I presume your primary concerns are about the genetic health of
"Yes," she said.
"In that case I think the
normal course of pre-natal care is still in order. Problems like you're
imagining are a lot less common than the public believes. The normal ratio for
problems like that is about two percent of the population. It rises only to
about four percent in cases of first relation incest. By first relation
incest, since the father isn't in the picture, I mean a brother. Cousins aren't
considered first relations. Not medically. If there are problems, I can
probably detect them while there's still time to take measures."
"Measures," said Lucy.
"Termination," he said,
"We don't want to do
that," said Lucy.
"Then let's hope that isn't
indicated," he replied.
"I feel much better," she
"It's important for you to
understand that I'll only do this if I have unfettered access to her. And you
also need to understand that I'm going to make my decisions based on what I
think is best for her health. If that means I think I should report this, then
I will. I want to be very clear about that."
"I understand," said
Lucy. "She's here today for her first visit."
"I'm glad," said the
doctor. "Your trust and cooperation are duly noted."
The doctor spent a full thirty
minutes with Mallory, something rare in this day and age. When he was
finished, he took another minute with Lucy.
"I feel confident that she's in
no danger," he said. "We talked confidentially, and she agreed that
I can tell you there is one other possible male who could be the father. As
best I can determine, when she says there are only two, that's true. She told
me she's going to talk to you about that and I told her I was going to tell you
about it too. She's done a lot of growing up in the last month."
Lucy had been fretting in the
waiting room, nervously waiting to see what happened. This emotion masked the
fact that she already knew about the "other possible donor."
"Thank you," she said,
feeling relief that left her a little weak. That too was misinterpreted by the
"When I say we talked
confidentially, I mean that the normal protocol for this kind of visit can be
pursued." He smiled a tight smile. "Normally we don't ask a lot of
questions about the father, so it won't look odd for that information to be
missing from the record."
"Thank you so much," said
"That doesn't mean I
approve," he warned. "Only that my examination of her contraindicated
that she's in any imminent danger."
"I understand," said Lucy.
"Good. Have a good day."
The immediate danger to their near
term happiness removed, or at least mitigated, the vast quantity of minutiae
related to marriage and the melding of two families into one proceeded.
Mallory's status as an expectant
mother, however, caused other changes in the complicated multi-person
One was that Samantha was a little
jealous of the fact that Mallory was going to have a baby and she wasn't. She
knew this by virtue of the fact that she had a period within days of Mallory
finding out she wasn't going to have any more for quite some time.
Bob took her to a different doctor
and got her on the pill, which involved some grumbling on her part. That
melted away when he said she could stay off the pill as long as she didn't have
sex with anybody, particularly him or Randy.
Another factor in this issue was
that Lucy no longer expected Mallory to plan on college, at least not at a four
year institution away from home.
"If you think I'm going to
raise my granddaughter while you're off having fun in college, you're sadly
mistaken," she said. "This is one of the consequences of making
decisions without talking to me about it first."
Mallory knew how good she had it,
and didn't argue. She had no idea what was actually going to happen to her in
the next few years, but she knew instinctively that being able to lean on her
mother while it all happened was a lot better than the alternative. She was
actually on the same level of education as Randy and Sam, it having been easier
to teach them all the same things than to try to tailor something to Mallory on
a lower level. That she was smart as a whip helped. It wasn't lost on either
Lucy or Randy that Mallory sometimes had to help him with his homework.
She did grouse a little bit at the
idea that Randy still had the option to go to college, leaving her to raise
their child - assuming it was his child - alone for most of four years. But
when he offered to stay home too, and just get a job, she yelled at him, saying
he was an idiot for even thinking about that instead of getting an education
that could get him a better job for later.
"You have Sam to think about
too," she carped. "And I don't want her having to support you!"
Those decisions were still most of a
year away, though, and all of them had to pass their final exams, which were
administered by the state, and not the people who had been doing the home
teaching. They needed to be serious about their studies so those tests weren't
a problem. After that, they could plan more of the future.
They also needed to take the
S.A.T.s, because without official transcripts, that was about all prospective
colleges would have to judge on, concerning admittance for any of them. And,
even if Mallory didn't go to a four year institution, she might want to enroll
in classes somewhere on a part time basis, or have something to apply with
And so the next four months passed
hectically, with close attention centered on lessons and S.A.T. preparation.
That paid off when they all got high scores on the standardized test.
A lot happened during that time, and
it would be tedious to present it all in chronological order, so things may
seem to jump around for a bit as this tale continues.
For example, two months into that
process Lucy and Bob got married in a small ceremony, to which only a few
friends and family were invited. Both of Lucy's brothers came, and made it
obvious they were examining Bob, whose brother had already broken their baby
sister's heart. She was ruthless with them when they got too blatant about
passing judgment on him. Nobody seemed to notice that Mallory had gained a
It was decided that it made the most
sense, economically, to all move into one house so they could sell the other.
That would give them the down payment on the new house, whenever they found
one. Bob and Sam lived in a three bedroom house, one bedroom of which had been
made into his office. But that could be undone, giving the girls a room to
share and Randy his own room. It wasn't discussed, but the logic in that was
obvious. Either girl could go sleep with Randy that way. Whenever Sam slept
with her father, Mallory slept with Randy, leaving the girls' room for Lucy to
have some peace and quiet in.
That Lucy's house sold almost as
soon as it was on the market forced the move a little bit sooner than
anticipated, but they only lived next door, so it wasn't such a burden. A combined
yard sale got rid of most of what they either didn't want, or wouldn't fit.
The rest went to The Salvation Army.
Mallory's belly grew larger, but she
seemed to be made for carrying a child, and had none of the pains or problems
the doctor said she might experience. Tests the doctor ran, a few of which Bob
simply paid for in cash so that no bill would be submitted to the insurance
company, indicated no problems with the fetus.
Lucy, despite getting her own
prescription for the pill, missed two periods and, somewhat sheepishly, went to
the same doctor who was caring for Mallory, and asked for a pregnancy test.
"Do I need to ask you any of
the questions I asked your daughter?" he asked, a gleam in his eye.
"I have a new husband,"
she said, smiling.
"That is a relief," joked
The test revealed she was, in fact,
There were jokes at the table that
night that Bob was probably the father of Mal's baby too, seeing as how he was
apparently potent enough to foil pharmaceuticals.
Sam had already been scheduled to
sleep with Bob that night. She offered to defer to Lucy, so they could
"I'm not all that sure I want
to celebrate," sighed Lucy. "I hadn't really planned on whelping
again. I thought two was enough."
"I want to
celebrate," said Bob, grinning.
"You can celebrate with
Sam," said Lucy, putting on a mock frown.
"Need I remind you that Sam is
taking the same brand of pill you were?"
"You better hope you're not that virile," said Lucy, dryly. "You were spoiled, having only Sam.
Trust me when I tell you, you wouldn't enjoy being in a house with three
"I know how to change a
diaper," said Bob, smirking.
"Do you know how to feed one at
two in the morning, too? 'Cause I plan on using a breast pump so you can do
"How about I transfer it from
your breast to the baby with my mouth?" quipped Bob. "You know, like
some birds do."
"Ewwwww," groaned both
Mallory and Randy, in tandem.
"You have no idea what you're
ewwing about, Randy," said Bob.
"I know if I was a baby I
wouldn't want to get milk from anything except a nice, soft, warm breast,"
"Is this really appropriate
material for conversation at dinner?" complained Lucy.
"No, it's not," said Sam,
That night, as she wiggled her nude
body up against her father's hairy nakedness, reaching for what she knew would
be his already stiff penis, she nuzzled his neck and kissed his cheek.
"I'm jealous. I want your baby
too," she whispered.
"I don't think so,
Pumpkin," he said, squeezing her with the arm that was under her.
"Mallory looks like she
swallowed a pumpkin," said Sam. "I want to look like I swallowed a
pumpkin too. Your pumpkin."
"Damn, girl," he groaned.
When he was on top of her, after
she'd had an orgasm, she pushed at his chest until he raised up enough that she
could see his face. In that position he went in deep and rotated, knowing that
would please her.
"Can I stop taking the pill,
Daddy?" she asked.
"You know you can't," he
"The thought of you spurting in
me, and making a baby is driving me crazy," she moaned. "Mal is so
"It might not be my baby,"
"I know it is. You got in her
first, and filled her up with all that daddy sperm. And Randy doesn't shoot as
much as you do either. And you know you got Aunt Lucy pregnant."
"She's not Aunt Lucy
anymore," he said, still grinding.
"Ohhhh, I love it when you do
that," moaned Sam, who then proceeded to have an orgasm. "Fuck me,
Daddy," she gasped. "Knock me up. Pulverize my pill. I wanna have
a baby too!"
The concept appealed to Bob, despite
his counsel (and intent) to do no such thing. It jerked his balls dry, to the
point that there was an ache in them, as if they were on emergency overdrive,
trying to make enough more for just one additional spurt.
Sam didn't stop taking her
pills, but she used that line on him most nights they slept together, and
marveled at how powerful those words could be, in terms of getting him to spurt
... almost on command!
Mallory also teased Bob, in much the
same way she had before she seduced him into taking her virginity. She'd sit
on his lap and lean back, pulling his hands to her distended belly, under
whatever top she was wearing. It was just natural for him to smooth his
fingers and palms over her stretched skin, stroking her as she sighed and
relaxed against his chest.
"See what you did to me?"
she'd say, in a high pitched, complaining voice.
"Randy could have done that to
you," he'd say.
"See what you probably did
It was a game she loved playing.
Next she'd get him fired up.
"You stuck your big, nasty old
penis in my poor pussy and filled me up with sperm. I thought it would come
out of my nose sometimes!"
"I did," he usually
"And you did it again and again
Then she'd move his hands to her
breasts. This usually being a bedtime ritual, by then she had taken off her
bra, in preparation for going to bed, so they were bare.
"See what you did to
them?" she complained. "You made them get all big and ugly!"
"They don't feel ugly."
His fingers would find her nipples and toy with them.
"Careful," she'd say.
"My baby is going to need those to suck on. Like you sucked on
"Want me to suck on them right
now?" he might ask.
"You know you can't. That's
against the rules."
Eventually she'd turn on his lap and
give him five minutes of passionate kisses before saying she needed her beauty
sleep and getting up. She always managed to put her hand in his lap during
this process to ensure she'd given him a boner.
She didn't think she was being
mean. She knew either her mother or Sam would make good use of that erection.
And they always did.
While that was happening Mallory was
doing the same thing to Randy as she had just done to Bob, the main difference
being that when she got to the part about his big, nasty penis going in her
she'd climb up on him and demonstrate.
He loved playing that game too and
insisted that her nipples needed to be toughened up for the baby.
of course, required him sucking on
them a lot.
He learned that trick from Bob.
Mallory's baby refused to leave the
warm comfort of the womb before Samantha and Randy had to leave for their first
semester of college. Both were accepted into Crenshaw College as the son and
daughter of Crenshaw alumni. Sam entered the program for elementary education
and Randy decided on a major in radio and television studies. He wanted to be
a meteorologist. They had to spend their first year in a dormitory room, but
after that they would have the option of renting a house and being roommates.
Bob drove them to college on the
last day of August.
Twelve days later Mallory's water
broke and she went into labor. Her mother was her coach. Eighteen hours later,
at two-thirty in the afternoon, William Michael Jenkins came squalling into the
world measuring eighteen inches long exactly, and weighing seven pounds, two
After Mal was cleaned up and moved
to a room, while she was resting, her doctor popped in to visit and see how she
was doing. He also delivered some news.
"How are my girls?" he
asked. He was a lot friendlier now than when they had first met him. The fact
that they were keeping him in business might have had something to do with
"Tired," said Mallory.
"When can I see my baby?"
"Patience," said the
doctor. "There are all sorts of things they have to do to get him ready.
He'll be here soon."
"Okaay." Mallory drew it
"Remember when I did a blood
test on you to determine your Rh status?"
Mallory shook her head.
"Well, I did. You were Rh positive,
by the way. You need to remember that for the future, in case you have another
baby. I just had little William's blood tested to determine his Rh status
as well. It's positive, too, and that's good. In the process, we determined
his blood type is A. Yours is B. I thought you'd want to know that."
Mallory said, "Okay," but
it was clear she was confused. After he left she asked her mother what that
was all about.
"Your brother's blood type is
also B," said Lucy. “
Bob's is A. The baby
couldn't have type A blood if both parents had B.”
"How do you know that?"
"I had both Bob's and Randy's
Mallory thought about that for a few
seconds, and then smiled.
"So Uncle Bob is his
"Exactly," said Lucy.
"Well how about that?"
sighed Mallory. "And we did all that worrying for nothing."
"All that worrying was your
punishment for wanting the things you wanted," said her mother.
"Don't be mean to me,"
said Mal, but with little real complaint. "I just worked hard to have a
"Oh, sweetheart, the hard part
is all ahead of you. Trust me on that."
"We'll see," said
"Are you going to try to breast
"Good girl, but don't get your
hopes up just yet."
"Some babies just don't take to
the breast," said Lucy.
"Mine will," said Mallory
"And you know this how?"
"Because Bob loves to
suck my nipples," said Mallory, completely unembarrassed.
It was her mother who blushed.
College was a jubilant time for Sam
and Randy. They missed Mallory, but there were so many new and interesting
things to investigate, and so many new and interesting people to become
acquainted with, that it took them two months before they got so horny that
they had to find a place to slake their lust. Sam's roommate was a farm girl
from Ohio, and would gladly have given Sam some privacy in the room for what
she called "barnyard exercises", except that Randy and Sam had the
same last name, and everybody assumed they were brother and sister. That they
were technically step-brother and sister didn't matter. It was all the
same to outsiders.
Freshmen weren't allowed to have
jobs during the first semester. But they were allowed to do volunteer work.
The college library operated what they called a book pantry, that name taken
from the familiar food pantry. The idea was to seek donations in the form of
books, and then distribute those to poor families. The space used for that had
been a boiler room at one time, but with the advent of modern energy sources
the boiler had lain unused for many years until it was removed so the space
could be utilized in some other way. The book pantry was what got the nod.
Sam was a regular volunteer and, as
such, had been issued a key. The relatively large space was warm, being in the
middle of the building. There were futons of various colors and styles (also
donated) strategically placed around the tall bookcases that split the room
By day, patrons of the book pantry
relaxed on those futons as they sampled a book and filled their minds with
words and images. By night Sam spread a sheet over one and lay back so Randy
could mount her, sample her pussy,
and fill it with his virile semen. One of her favorite positions was to have
Randy wiggle his butt into a bean bag chair, making a saddle for her to sink
into. She could thrust her hips violently without making him move much at all,
and that caused his penis to dig into her in a most delightful way.
He regularly filled her coed pussy
with his youthful spunk, but in her case, the pill worked to foil his little
wigglers from finding an egg to fertilize.
He tried hard. The concept that he
had been a day late and a dollar short when it came to knocking up his sister
didn't cause him any relief. Rather, it made him feel competitive towards
Bob. He couldn't wait to get Bob's daughter pregnant. He knew this was an
unwise time for that to happen, and his desire to impregnate Sam every time he
slid his penis into her was more fantasy than real intent, but it always fired
him up to think that he might get to her first. His penis had been the first
to enter her, and he wanted his penis to be the first to fertilize her egg
To that end, he also helped Sam
"prepare" her nipples for when a baby might need them for sustenance.
While Randy was doing his best to
duplicate in Samantha what had happened to his sister, Bob was having a rough
time. That resulted from the fact that he had overdone things with Lucy just a
tad. A routine ultrasound in her twentieth week had disclosed two fetuses,
hugging each other in her womb. She told Bob it was her punishment for
allowing Randy and Mallory unfettered access to each other. He joked about the
twins in her belly emulating their older brother and sister.
The problem was that, by October,
her seventh month of pregnancy, she was grossly gravid. While her daughter
seemed to be built to have babies, and had carried William with grace and
little discomfort, that wasn't true of Lucy. Her ankles swelled and her back
hurt. She had to take leave from her job because the doctor wanted her to rest
more and stand less.
It was also uncomfortable for her to
have sex in any position other than being taken from behind. Truthfully, even
that was only marginally fun for her, at this point.
Meanwhile, Mallory had regained her
youthful figure, enhanced by hips that stayed spread to some degree, and
breasts that were still full of milk. She took William out in a three-wheeled
stroller, bundled up, while she jogged, pushing him. She was the picture of
health and vitality, a sexy young MILF who drew glances from a lot of men.
None of them would have believed she was only seventeen.
She was also a little frustrated. What
lay behind that was the fact that her doctor had forbidden her to engage in
intercourse for six weeks after William was born. That wouldn't be until late
And in any case, she had no lover to
allow between her legs when that time came.
She complained about that, of
course, not with any intent for her complaints to produce a solution, but more
just to blow off a little steam.
What she didn't do was tease
Bob anymore. That got her just as hot as it got him.
The resolution to Mal's problem was
also a resolution to Lucy's problem, in a strange, unexpected way.
It was the run up to Halloween, a
holiday Lucy had always enjoyed a great deal. As a seamstress of sorts (and a
single mom whose income never really made up for the loss of her ex-husband's
second one), she had traditionally made costumes for her children to go trick or
treating in. When they got too big to do that, she had fun hosting other
people's little gremlins.
But this year that wasn't going to
happen. She was mostly comfortable in bed, lying in various positions that
eased the strain on her body and let the twins move around, making them happier
too. But she was also bored to tears because getting up never seemed to work
out well. Her doctor had told her that would happen, but she kept trying to
believe he was wrong, and finding out he wasn't.
On the twenty-sixth of the month,
Mallory went into the bedroom to be with her mother while she fed William. It
was comfortable for both of them to lie down and, if Mallory just went topless,
the baby could get to both breasts and still lie down on her body, something he
loved to do while falling asleep.
That's how Bob found them when he
decided to go to bed himself.
"Wow," he said from the
bedroom door. "What a beautiful picture."
"Before and after,"
"Looks yummy," said Bob.
"I told you he loves sucking my
nipples," said Mallory, smugly.
"Of course he does," said
Bob, who was not privy to Mal's earlier comment about that in the hospital.
William, as it turned out, did have his father's attraction to Mallory's
nipples. Granted, that was mostly because of the sweet, warm milk that issued
from them, but why quibble?
"She was talking to me,"
"Doesn't render my comment
inaccurate," said Bob, folding his arms and leaning against the door.
"About you," added Lucy.
"Oh," said Bob.
"Like father, like son, huh?"
"Today is the
twenty-sixth," said Mallory, seeming to go off on a tangent.
"Happy twenty-sixth of
October," said Bob, grinning.
"It's not happy," groused
Lucy looked over at him from the
book she'd been reading.
"It's the six week mark since
your greedy little son forced his way out of her body."
"Okay," said Bob.
"Happy six week anniversary to my son."
"She can have sex again,"
"No I can't," complained
"It isn't my fault you decided
to get pregnant, thereby pulling your ticket to go to college with the
others," said Lucy.
"I didn't decide to get
pregnant," argued Mal.
"You decided to start having
sex," said Lucy, frostily. "Unprotected sex, I might add. That's
the same thing."
"As did you," said
"I did not. I was on the
"Which never works a hundred
percent of the time," needled her daughter. "You taught me that,
which means you already knew it."
"Girls, girls," chided
Bob. "How about you argue tomorrow. I'd like to go to bed."
"So would I," grumbled
"You want to borrow my
husband!" snapped Lucy. "Don't you. Go ahead. Admit it."
"Do you blame me?"
Mallory sounded hurt, but it didn't sound genuine.
"I remember one night when I
was eavesdropping on you and your partners in crime," said Lucy.
"Samantha called you a slut. Could it be she wasn't kidding?"
"I can't help it. I'm just so
"Well find a boyfriend."
"I can't. I'm too busy being a
"Which was caused by you being
so all fired horny."
"Maybe I'll just go sleep in
another room," said Bob.
"You can sleep in mine,"
said Mallory, hopefully.
"You really are
shameless," said Lucy.
"You admit it?"
"I guess." There was a
short pause and then she said, "Crap!"
"Let me guess," said
Lucy. "He fell asleep without emptying both breasts."
"How'd you know?"
"Because you used to do that to
me all the time," said Lucy, smiling.
"I really don't feel like
expressing right now," groaned Mallory. "It's so nice and comfortable
right here beside you."
"Obviously I'm going to spend
the night in another room," said Bob.
"Wait," said Lucy.
"Help her out before you go."
"She's always going on about
how much you love sucking her nipples. Take over where your lazy son left off,
so she doesn't have to get up."
"Really? Can I?"
"Spoken like a man,"
snorted Lucy. "I bet you have a boner too, or at least the beginnings of
one. If men could be whores, Bob, you'd be a whore."
"They call them gigolos,"
"I wouldn't dignify his lusts
with such a genteel name," said Lucy, but she didn't sound angry. "Go
ahead, Bob. I know you love me. And I'm going to request the same service from
you some day, assuming your twins don't drink me dry as a bone."
Bob looked at Mallory. Her breasts
"You want me to?" he
"No," she said.
"If you touch me I'll go
crazy. If you suck my nipples I'll want more. You know me, Daddy."
It was the first time she'd ever
called him by that name. He felt a peculiar mixture of pride and shame. He
already committed incest with one daughter whenever he got the chance. Now he
was thinking of doing it with a second. And even though she wasn't his
biological daughter, he thought of her almost as one.
"Oh good grief!" snapped
Lucy. "Just satisfy her, Bob. She'll whine like another baby until
somebody does and you're the only acceptable man around!"
"I know better than to fall
into that trap," said Bob.
"Can I, Mom? Please? I
promise it will only be once. Honest!"
"Don't lie," said Lucy.
"You and I both know you'll need him as often as you needed your brother.
And I can't satisfy him anymore. I won't be able to for months more, yet. As
long as you don't steal him from me completely, then that will solve two
problems at once."
"If you're teasing me I'll ...
I'll ... I'll ... scream!" yipped Mallory. William jumped on her stomach
and she patted his diaper-clad bottom until he settled down again.
"I'm not teasing you,"
said Lucy, gently.
"I love you, Mom."
"I know that. I know you love
him too. And I found out from sharing him with Sam that he has an unending
supply of love to give us all back. I never thought I'd be a sister wife, or
want to be one either. But it's not so bad. Not with these particular
sisters, and this particular husband."
Which is how it evolved that Bob got
to climb between Mallory's welcoming, open thighs again.
Where he promptly reenacted his
previous impregnation of the young girl. Not only did not the pill protect the
mother ... lactation didn't protect the daughter either.
Honestly, though, it probably
wouldn't have mattered. Mallory was insatiable after her months long sexual
fast. She wanted to be bred three times a day.
That role reversal continued as the
twins, like many others of their ilk, decided to come early. On the eighth day
of November, Lucy went into labor and Mallory was her coach, at least until it
was determined a Cesarean Section needed to be performed, for the health of both
the mother and the babies.
After only three hours of labor,
Carly Leanne and Richard Patrick Jenkins entered the cold, cruel world. They
were smaller than their nephew, William, when he was born, but just as
The fact that their nephew was two
months older than they were would be a joke (and party story), for the rest of
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