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Randy and Sam were conflicted,
something not unusual for young people their age. They loved school, and the
adventure of being off on their own. But they were missing out on life back
home. True, they got almost daily email updates from Mallory, who also kept
her Face Book page up to date with pictures and posts. But it wasn't the same
as being there, and they felt like they were losing something.
At the same time, the freedom to be
lovers under conditions that seemed secret was also intoxicating. The downside
of that was that Randy missed his sister, and Sam missed her father.
For the same reasons.
Which was why going home for the
Thanksgiving holidays was something they both looked forward to eagerly. Bob
came to get them, the family finances still not up to providing them with their
own car. He got a passionate hug and kiss from Sam, and a bear hug from Randy.
They peppered him with questions first and then regaled him with tales of
college life. Oddly, in the context of the rest of this story, neither of them
mentioned the way in which they had engineered a way to consummate their love
for each other.
Of course Bob didn't mention that,
quite regularly, he got leaked all over as Mallory rode him like a cow girl.
He also didn't tell Randy he'd be glad to have the boy home so he could get a
little rest. Assuming Sam didn't drain him as often as Mal did.
He told them about the three babies
they had only seen pictures of thus far. Sam said she couldn't wait to help
take care of them. Bob suggested she'd change her mind about that after a few
nights of very little sleep.
"But aren't both mothers breast
"Yes, and they're both
exhausted. I'm the one who does most of the diaper changing at night so they
can go back to sleep."
"We'll help with that,"
said Sam, confidently.
"Who's this 'we',
Kemosabe?" joked Randy.
"I thought you were looking
forward to being able to go to bed with me," said Sam, severely. She was
referring to having sex on something other than a futon or bean bag chair, but
Bob misinterpreted that.
"You two can't get
together?" He was shocked.
"We do, but not on a bed,"
"Oh," said Bob.
"How's Mal doing since I
left?" asked Randy.
"Why do men think we women
can't live without them?" Sam arched an eyebrow.
"Well, she had a baby, and then
the doctor wouldn't let her have sex for six weeks. But that was okay because
you were gone anyway. It was after that, that things got complicated."
"Complicated how?" asked
"I'll let her tell you that
story." He didn't think he could explain how things had evolved without
it turning into something that would take the rest of the trip. And he wasn't
sure how Sam would take it if she found out Mallory had, basically, replaced
her in his bed.
Then they got home and the height of
the emotions the reunion generated, plus the new faces of the people who
insisted on cuddling them, caused all three babies to cry until everybody's
emotions were ragged.
In the end, Lucy, ever practical,
made a suggestion.
"Why don't you men go hunt a
deer while we women get ready for Thanksgiving."
"But we only have a week
off," said Randy.
"Yes, but if you don't have two
horny young women to distract you, it shouldn't take more than a day or two to
bag us some meat," suggested Lucy.
"Maybe you won't get fuck fever this time," quipped Sam, looking pleased with herself.
"Not funny," said Mallory, firmly.
Bob ignored them and pondered the idea. He'd already
given up on the idea of hunting his year. He was torn. He knew he was needed
at home. But the lure of the hunt always grabbed him.
"We left the tree stands
up," he said. "If we each use one it doubles the chances of us
seeing something. And we won't be mucking around in the forest, so the deer
won't know we're there. It could work."
"But don't you need us
here?" asked Randy.
"Sam will be here," said
Lucy. "By the time you get back, she'll be a familiar face and maybe you
won't scare them so much.”
"I'm not scary!" blurted
Carly wailed anew at his outburst.
"Sorry," he winced.
"Go be men," said Lucy.
"We can't be men without
women," joked Bob.
"I was only half joking," said Sam. "Look what happened last time! As much as these
precious, sweet things make me want to have one of my own, I don't need to be
getting all knocked up right now."
"Me either!" chimed in
Mallory, still unaware she already was.
And so it was that, later that
night, the men hopped in Bob's camper and took off to hunt a deer.
They stopped at an all-night
convenience store to buy a license and two tags.
Things at home calmed down
relatively quickly once their mothers' emotions had calmed. A good, old
fashioned gabfest ensued, wherein Sam described in great detail what college
life was like, including a lurid rendition of the love nest she had created for
her and Randy.
"I'm so jealous," said
Mallory. She expressed her jealousy by reciprocating about how Lucy had
decided another sister wife would be tolerable.
Sam was astonished, but Lucy just
shrugged, as if to say, "Who knew?"
Then Sam was introduced to the
babies by letting her feed each of them from a bottle of expressed breast milk.
"Is mommy's milk good?"
she cooed to little Richard.
"Actually, I think that's
mine," said Mallory, who was rocking Richard's sister in her arms.
"We sort of feed whoever is
hungry with whatever breast is full," said Mallory, blushing a little bit.
"They don't seem to have a
preference," said Lucy. "They're all three greedy little
"Wow," sighed Sam again.
"What does it feel like?"
"To breast feed?" Lucy
"It's fantastic," said
"I am so jealous," said
"If you want to find out what
it feels like, just offer a nipple to one of them," said Lucy, grinning.
"But I don't have milk,"
"They won't know that,"
said Lucy, still having fun with her sister wife. "Not for the first
thirty seconds or so. Then they'll complain, but one of us can take over at
"I couldn't," said Sam,
her face becoming rosy.
"We share the men. And Mal and
I share the babies. You might find it educational."
Which is how Sam ended up topless,
awkwardly cuddling William against her chest. He had been chosen because he
liked to suck even after a breast was empty. At least as long as he was full.
The sensation, as he latched on,
shocked the girl to her core. She very nearly had an orgasm.
Both mothers laughed out loud at the
look on her face.
Samantha joined them with a half
hysterical giggle of joy.
Neither Bob nor Randy wanted to get
up at the crack of dawn. Bob had spent most of the previous day driving.
Randy wasn't used to getting up that early. But Bob pulled the boy out of the
sack and fortified him with coffee. He sent Randy off with a rifle, a canteen,
and a bag of beef jerky,
and then walked as quietly as he could to the other tree stand equipped in the
Each man also had a coil of rope
with him, in case the lashing on the struts had weathered too much to be safe.
Two hours later Bob jerked awake at
the sound of a gunshot.
Randy had finally gotten himself a
They didn't stay for a second deer,
even though that wasted a tag. Nor did they spend a lot of time processing the
carcass, except to field dress it and quarter it. Randy wanted the antlers,
still mounted to the skull, if possible, so they kept the head. Bob figured
they could skin it at home, exposing the bone. Then they could search the
internet for instructions on how to preserve the skull.
They got back home a mere
twenty-four hours after they had left, but were not welcomed as conquering
heroes. This was primarily because they were still filthy and bloody. Mallory
and Samantha took charge of the meat and sent the men off to clean up. Lucy
wrinkled her nose and suggested they just throw their clothes in the trash.
Bob put them in the tub to soak,
earning himself a reprimand later, but the clothes were salvaged. Both men were
exhausted, and went to bed alone.
At least initially.
Bob woke up next to the warm, naked
body of his daughter, who was already awake and waiting for him to be that way
Similarly, Randy woke up to find his
sister breast feeding William.
The only difference between the two
couples for the next hour was that one of them made passionate love with a baby
sleeping beside them, and the other did not.
They still had two days before
Thanksgiving, and soon it seemed as if Sam and Randy had never left. Each
learned how to care for a baby, though neither of them was always welcomed by a
tiny tot when they tried to provide some sort of care.
On Thanksgiving Day, a feast was
prepared. It was a stop and go sort of procedure, because the babies weren't
aware they were supposed to sleep late or be happy in a swing or crib. The
twins already seemed to know that they were connected, and were rarely happy
when separated. That meant when one had to be taken away to feed, or for a
diaper change or whatever, someone else had to distract the other. All this
happened while Bob fried a turkey and Sam made a pot roast in the crock pot out
of fresh venison, placed on top of potatoes and carrots, so the meat would
baste them as it cooked. Mallory prepared a green bean casserole and then,
tutored by Lucy, made her first batch of homemade hot rolls. Randy simply
stood by, ready to do whatever a woman told him to.
The meal was everything anyone could
have hoped for. If you've ever been in a house with three children under six
months in age, you'll understand perfectly why Bob and Randy offered to take
care of the dirty dishes and leftovers, while the women took care of the
It seemed like only a day or two had
passed when it was time for Sam and Randy to return to their studies. Neither
wanted to leave home. At the same time, both wanted to get back to the
familiar routine of classes. And peace and quiet.
The night before Bob was to take
them back, Sam slept with him. As he mounted her and she felt the familiar,
lovely weight of his body as his hips lurched forward and she was filled, she
wrapped her arms around him.
"I love you so much," she
moaned, thrusting her hips up at him.
"I know, Baby. I love you
"How can I love both you and
Randy so much?" she panted.
"The same way I can love both
you and Lucy," he responded.
Then neither of them talked as he
worked at making her squeal.
She didn't squeal, though. Instead,
as she felt her own orgasm approaching, she whispered in his ear.
"I stopped taking my pills,
Daddy. If you cum in me you could get me pregnant too."
He stopped, frozen.
"Don't stop!" she whined.
"I'm almost there!"
"Baby ..." he groaned.
she insisted, raising her
voice. Her fingernails also dug into the tender skin of his ass cheeks.
"Oh, Baby," he groaned.
He couldn't resist. He knew he should, but he just couldn't.
He shoved hard and, as he felt her
pussy begin to flutter around his erection, he let loose, hosing her as full of
his essence as he possibly could.
They both collapsed, gasping for
air. He managed to roll them sideways, and her leg came over his hip to keep
him next to her ... in her.
"You shouldn't have done
that," he chastised her.
"I was lying," she said.
"Teasing. I didn't stop taking my pills."
"Why did you say that?" he
"Because I wish it was
true," she breathed.
A week later things were back to
normal, both at home and at school. There was some melancholy attached to
that, but not a lot. Everyone knew that Christmas was coming, and that Sam and
Randy would have three weeks at home, then.
One night Bob entered the master
bedroom to find Lucy and Mallory both topless, feeding babies.
"Anybody need any help?"
he asked, smiling.
"They're hungry tonight,"
said Mallory, who currently had a baby at each breast. Lucy was cuddling
William as he sucked and kneaded a breast. Bob knew that, later in the night,
Lucy would feed both twins. William's sleep cycle was beginning to be
different from his aunt and uncle. He was sleeping longer and had
correspondingly longer periods of wakefulness. It was fascinating to watch
them develop as the days and weeks passed.
"What are we going to do when I
have to go back to work?" asked Lucy.
"We'll figure something
out," said Bob.
"I'll be the nanny," said
"It isn't fair to ask that kind
of commitment from you," said Lucy. "You're not even eighteen,
"I don't mind," said
Mallory. I was afraid about becoming a mother, and it's a pain sometimes, but I
like it most of the time."
"That's normal," said
"You need to think about the
future," said Lucy. "And I don't mean as a nanny."
"Actually, I have been
thinking about that," said Mal.
"I've been thinking about joining
the National Guard," she said, her voice calm.
Bob had to help calm down babies,
all of whom were unhappy with the sudden change of the emotions in the room.
Over the next two weeks, while Lucy
and Mallory argued about the National Guard, Bob went out and searched for a
bigger car. He chose a Honda Oddysey, which would seat everyone in the family
at the same time. Even with his trade-in, the cost was more than he thought
they could afford. While discussing this problem, he learned that the
dealership had been experiencing vandalism and thefts during times when they
were closed. Since his business consisted of consulting in security, he worked
out a deal wherein he designed and installed a package of motion detectors,
and cameras he felt would
deter criminals and be useful in identifying and documenting the behavior of
those who were not deterred.
It took him two weeks to install the
system, at which time he was given title to the car. By then he and the owner
of the dealership had chatted a lot, and the man told him to keep his old car
and give it to the kids in college.
The serendipity of that situation
affected the future in ways nobody could have anticipated. Losses at the
dealership fell to almost nothing and the owner was so happy with his new
system that he bragged about it to friends and associates. By Christmas, Bob
was booked solid with contracts that would take him into March or April of the
He hired Randy to work for him
during the holiday break. He tried to hire Sam too, but she wanted to stay
home and take care of babies.
That holiday break was nothing like
the Thanksgiving visit had been. Bob and Randy worked each day. The women did
what women have done for thousands of years, chatting, taking care of children,
and holding down the fort.
It was during one of these chats
that Mallory mentioned she must be coming down with something, because she'd
begun to wake up feeling nauseous, with no appetite. She had suffered no
morning sickness while she was carrying William, and didn't recognize the
symptoms. Lucy, however,
A trip to the doctor debunked the
common "wisdom" that a breastfeeding woman isn't fertile, and that
not having periods while breast feeding is completely normal. The doctor's
announcement began with, "Here we go again, Mallory." He asked her
some more questions, but this time there was no doubt as to who the father was,
and since it wasn't her brother again, he stopped worrying.
Naturally, Bob got yelled at, back
home. But these circumstances were different than the previous uproar. It
hadn't been intentional. They had all thought the two were engaging in what
amounted to "safe sex" in their minds. Eventually, the Daoist
mentality that had been the primary philosophy in this little family kicked
in. It didn't hurt that Mallory had loved being pregnant and loved being a
mother, even with the hardships involved. The only real fly in this particular
ointment was that it made Sam even more jealous.
But her jealousy was ephemeral in
the sense that she still recognized that she had vastly more options for her
future than Mallory did.
The upshot was that, at night, there
was still an intricate dance of sorts, as the women decided who would assume
nanny duties for the night, and who would sleep with one of the available men.
There didn't seem to be a system involved, as far as the men could see, except
for the fact that the master bedroom was temporarily converted into the
nursery. Bob and Randy slept in the other bedrooms. Who came to join them was
usually a surprise.
This complicated seeming arrangement
was a product of the chatting that went on among the women during the day. The
division of work in the house was fluid. As the day progressed, each woman
communicated what she wanted, was worried about
or was interested in. Consensus
was used to determine who would sleep with who. The men weren't there, so they
As odd as that sounds to those of us
who live a more conventional life, it worked very well for this group of
unusual people. But we shouldn't be surprised. We all have to deal with what
life serves up to us. This was how they dealt with what life had served up to
them. The alternative was to break apart and go their separate ways. That's
what a lot of people do when things get tough.
But not this polyamorous group.
Which is the long-winded way of explaining
that, when Sam and Randy drove their "new" car back to school in
January, and the nursery was moved back into one of the smaller bedrooms, the
sleeping arrangements of the remaining adults changed too.
That was an accident, of sorts. Bob
and Lucy were relaxing in bed one night, reading, when Mallory came in and
simply lay down with them.
asleep," she sighed. She moved over to cuddle with Bob. "I'm
tired. Can I just stay here?"
Everyone present, including Mallory,
understood that she meant staying there just to sleep.
But wants and needs change as time
Mallory had to get up to deal with a
crying baby. When she went back to bed she shed her clothes. That was
understandable. She always slept nude these days.
But so did Bob and her mother.
Which put three naked people in bed
together. And when she cuddled up to Bob again, her hand fell on his penis.
It was flaccid which, not so oddly, was a condition she wasn't all that
familiar with. So her hand explored and touched, feeling his balls. His penis
responded. Maybe she was befuddled by sleepiness. Maybe he was too. But he
had been called on to service a willing woman every night for weeks, and he
rose to the challenge anew.
Their ardent lovemaking woke Lucy,
who could see them clearly because of the night light that was constantly on to
aid whoever had to get up to deal with a baby.
She'd never seen her husband making
love to one of the other women. It was fascinating to see Mallory in that role
too. Most mothers never see whether their daughters are happy in bed or not.
Most never even talk about whether she is happy in bed or not.
But it was obvious to Lucy that
Mallory was very happy. The two of them worked together as a team to
produce ecstasy. She knew what that was like because the same man worked with her
to produce that ecstasy too.
What surprised her the most was
that, rather than being repelled by what she was seeing ... it made her horny.
She didn't speak, or interfere with
them in any way. He'd already gotten her pregnant again, after all. And she
wanted her daughter to be happy.
She simply masturbated as she
watched them both reach the pinnacle of euphoria that only loving intercourse
And when she woke again, hours
later, to take her own turn at calming a baby, when she got back, she took her
turn with the man they shared.
The only difference was that Mallory
slept through it, rather than watching.
They say time flies when you're
having fun. Parents will tell you time flies as they watch their children grow
and their personalities begin to become more visible. In college, time flies
as finals approach and you realize you have to put up or shut up.
In this case, time flew for everyone.
Part of that was because Lucy lobbied her boss to become an estimator for new
contracts. That kind of work still involved site visits, but they were usually
of short duration, usually only one day. The rest of her work she could do at
home. She still showed her face in the office, but only once or twice a week
and usually for only a few hours each visit. This gave her more time to be a
mom, but her daily life was pretty full and never boring.
Bob continued to get new contracts
too, and eventually had to hire someone to help him do the installs and
maintenance of previously installed systems.
Both Randy and Sam helped with that
when they came home for spring break. Both of them spent time with Mallory,
feeling her swollen belly. Some of that time was spent in one of the bedrooms,
with the door closed. That was when they found out that now, Mallory, Bob,
and Lucy all slept together
regularly in the master bedroom. Since both remembered the time Randy had
sexed both girls at the same time, neither was as shocked as you or I would
When Lucy went to ask them to come
help get dinner ready, she found Mallory impaled on Randy's prick,
demonstrating to Sam how to have sex while pregnant.
Mallory was beginning to wean
William off the breast. She still offered them to the twins, but Lucy's
breasts were generally up to the task of filling them up, so Randy helped with
her problem, happily sucking on his sister's tender, filled mounds and
relieving the pressure.
When he went back to school, Bob
took his place.
When, a couple of months later Lucy
did the same thing with the twins, he also helped ease her pain in the same
Bob and Lucy finally found a house
that they felt would meet their needs for the foreseeable future. It was an
old two story farm house, but it was in good shape and a lot of work had been
done to it by the previous owners. That included blowing in insulation in the
walls and attic and replacing most of the windows. They had also put in a
small swimming pool behind the house, which was situated on about five acres of
the old farm, surrounded by tilled fields that belonged to other people now.
The current owners were moving to
California and nobody else had shown any interest in the house at all. They
made Bob and Lucy a deal to move the property quickly and be unencumbered after
they left. Due to the process involved, they couldn't close on it until June,
but that was fine. Bob and Lucy had a place to live until then and neither had
the time to organize a move. Sam and Randy would be home by then, and somewhat
amorphous plans were made that assumed their help would be enough to resolve
that issue. In the meantime other people would do paperwork and create the
ream of forms that would have to be signed. A down payment was made, using
some of what Lucy had gotten in the sale of her house. The rest was earmarked
to hire professional movers to get them from the old house to the new one.
They'd already been approved for a loan and their intent was to use the
proceeds from the sale of Bob's house to retire that loan, if possible. That,
of course, would depend on how well they did on that sale. And the fact that
Lucy's house had sold quickly didn't mean Bob's would, so that part of their
thinking was "what if?" kind of planning.
As it turned out, their payments for
the new house were actually less than what Bob was still paying on his
When Sam and Randy came home for the
summer, they were amazed at the change they saw in the children. William was
eight months old and was now sitting up by himself. He didn't crawl yet, but
scooted towards objects he was interested in. His head would turn and his eyes
tracked people as they moved. He loved to be bounced, and would sit in the
battery operated swing for half an hour or more without complaining. The twins
weren't far behind, and all of them demanded to be entertained most of the
Thankfully, all three took naps.
Carly resisted going to sleep the most, but she always caved in eventually.
The new house was announced and the
collegians were taken out to see it. Both were enthralled. The acreage
surrounding the house was heavily wooded. The nearest neighbor was three
quarters of a mile down the road. It was quiet.
"Maybe they have deer
here," suggested Sam. "You might not have to drive so far to go
"We already have enough
fuck fever around here," said Lucy, with a straight face. "We don't
There were laughs, but the kids were
shocked that she remembered that so clearly.
"Your mother and I are both
pretty busy at work," said Bob. "We were hoping the two of you could
handle finding a moving company and dealing with all that."
"I was going to help take care
of the kids," said Sam. "Mal's getting kind of top heavy."
"I am not!" groused
Mallory, cupping her protruding belly.
"And all three of the little
ones are getting heavy," Sam went on. "The last thing you need to do
is strain your back trying to carry around two babies at once."
"I never pick up two of them at
once anymore," snorted Mal.
"I was talking about this
one," said Sam, reaching out to slide her hand over Mal's tightly
stretched T shirt, "and any of the others."
"I can handle moving,"
said Randy, confidently. "How hard could it be? You hire a mover and
they come pack everything up and bring it here, right?"
"Never having been moved by
professional movers, I really don't know," said Bob. "That's what I
want you to find out."
"Got it," said Randy.
"When can we see the inside?"
"I'll arrange with the owners
to let you in," said Bob.
Once they got home, Sam asked if she
could talk to her father in private, in one of the bedrooms. Lucy raised an
eyebrow and Mallory snickered.
"Sure, Honey," said Bob.
Once behind closed doors, Sam hugged
him writhing against him. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and
straddled one of his legs, pressing her crotch against his thigh.
"Seeing Mallory like that makes
me want to have a baby, Daddy," she whined.
"You can't do that,
Sweetheart," he said, rubbing his hands across her back. He could feel
that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"I knooooow," she
complained. "But I'm so jealous! Make love to me. Pretend you're
getting me pregnant."
"Must I remind you how the
twins were conceived?" he asked, gently.
"I know, but seeing Mallory
like that made me so horny."
"Isn't Randy taking care of
"Yes, but it's not the same.
And besides, think of all the times we made love and you didn't get me
She had a point. At least Bob saw
it that way.
And he had always loved the sexual
component of their relationship.
Half an hour later she got her wish,
straining up against him, urging him to inseminate her, wrapping her legs
around his naked backside.
He jetted into her and only briefly
felt guilty for wishing that he could, in fact, impregnate his daughter.
Randy established his maturity in
the eyes of both his mother and Bob by doing a great job of supervising the
move. He talked the old owners into giving him a key so that some small
renovations could be accomplished before closing, which was scheduled to take
place one week after the move. What would become the nursery was painted by
him and Samantha, who took the opportunity to be the first to
"anoint" the new house by making herself available to Randy in it.
She did that by the simple expedient of stripping naked while he was cleaning
brushes and rollers outside, and making a bed for them with folded up drop
cloths. That she chose the nursery for this was no accident.
Randy could never resist her when
she was horny, much less horny and naked, and the house was, at least in
their minds, properly claimed. That remained their personal secret for years.
There was a brief period of
confusion as they lived in a house filled with packed boxes, and then moved
into a house that had nothing in it for two days until that house was suddenly
filed with the same boxes. Randy had identified certain boxes to be opened and
unpacked first, and worked tirelessly to get those boxes opened and their
immediate needs seen to. He put together beds,
and Sam, when she wasn't taking care
of children, helped with things like getting box springs and mattresses
installed. Lucy had thought to supervise, but she ended up spending most of
her time with the children, who were unsure about these new surroundings.
Mallory helped her, and accepted as her personal task to get the kitchen
functional, with as much put in the cupboards as she could immediately find.
By the end of the first week, other
than about half of their belongings still being in boxes, the new house was
beginning to feel like home.
A month later, while Mallory was
enjoying the feeling of Randy pushing gently into her swollen pussy from
behind, her water broke. It freaked Randy out, but Mallory wasn't fazed at
"Time to go," she said.
"Go where?" asked Randy,
looking at the soaked bed sheets.
"To the hospital, silly. It's
time to have my baby."
"Crap!" he groaned,
scrambling off the bed. His erection was already wilting.
Sam finally got to see what labor
was like, and was there for the delivery. Suffice it to say it cooled her
ardor about getting pregnant. But only for a little while. When, later, she
held brand new, eight and a half pound Cynthia Jeanette Jenkins in her arms and
watched the little girl's mouth opening and closing, seeking a nipple by
instinct, she felt a familiar tightening inside her, behind her belly button.
She dragged her father into her new
bedroom when she got home, but slept with Randy that night in his.
Mallory was picked up and driven
home by her mother. When they got home, their calls were met with silence.
They found everyone out back. A play pen had been set up under a pop-up canopy
on the grass next to the cement that surrounded the pool. The twins were
playing with each other. William was standing up, making ineffectual efforts
to get out of the pen, making noises,
and looking toward the pool, where
Bob and Randy were sitting on the side, their legs dangling in the clear water.
Both were naked. Sam, who was at
least topless, was between her father's spread knees, casually sucking his
cock. As Lucy and Mallory stared, unbelieving, Sam moved over to take Randy's
straining boner into her mouth. She sucked it briefly, and then stood up.
"I don't know. I can't decide
which one is better. I like them both."
"And who's watching the
children?" called Lucy, sharply.
"I'm keeping an eye on
them," said Bob.
"Who's keeping an eye on
you?" asked Lucy, darkly.
"That would be her," said
Randy, pointing at Sam.
"Could we get one of you strapping
naked men to go get things out of the car?"
"I'll do it," said Sam.
"They wanted to know whose penis I liked sucking more, so I was
"Let me guess, this was Bob's
idea," said Lucy.
"No, actually, it was
Randy's," said Sam.
"Not fair," complained
Mallory. "I can't go skinny dipping for ... I don't even know how long.
It didn't occur to me to ask the doctor when I can get in the pool at all, much
less get in the pool naked."
"You don't have to be in the
pool naked to compare sucking our dicks," suggested Randy.
He ended up jumping in the pool to
escape when his mother ran around the end closest to the canopy yelling at him
and making dire threats.
For the rest of July and August,
Randy worked with Bob. Even with the extra man he'd hired, they were still
beginning to get behind on contracts. When Randy caught them up, Bob realized
he might need to hire another helper when Randy went back to school.
In the evenings the pool was a
popular place to gather. Randy and Bob's work was almost always outside, at
least in part, and they came home hot and tired. The women spent the heat of
the day inside in the AC with the children, but enjoyed the cooler evenings out
in the fresh air.
Mallory could swim again, having gotten
her doctor's permission. It was common now for skinny dipping to be the norm.
That included all but the youngest Jenkinses. William and the twins loved the
water and exhibited an instinct for dog paddling whenever they were submerged
to the neck in someone's hands. Generally, not counting the babies, when
someone got out to relax on a chaise lounge, or diaper a young one, they stayed
naked. Twice Randy and Sam were chided for having sex in front of the rest of
them, once in the pool, and once out on the grass. Neither seemed to think the
chider was serious.
It was one night late in August,
just before Sam and Randy were due to go back to school, when Mallory brought
up a subject that was on everyone's mind.
"I don't know what we're going
to do when you two aren't here to help anymore," she said. She was
nursing Cynthia under the canopy. Mallory was naked. Cynthia had on only a
"We have to go back," said
"You want to go
back," shot back Mallory.
"Why do you say that?"
asked Sam, sounding hurt.
"Because now you get to live together," muttered Mallory.
"You want us to live
separate?" Sam sounded confused.
"No," sighed Mal.
"I'm just jealous, that's all."
"You're jealous of me?" Sam's voice rose an octave. "If anybody's jealous, it's me!"
"Why on Earth would you be
jealous of me?" asked Mal.
"Because of what you're
holding, for one thing," said Sam.
"You want her? Take her with
"Mallory!" gasped Sam.
"I'm kidding," said Mal.
"I'm just tired, that's all."
"Maybe there's a girl around
here who would be interested in some part time work," said Lucy.
"Like babysitting, except we'd all be here."
"Is it really that bad?"
"You're not here all day,"
said Lucy. "These kids are a handful, especially for an old woman like
"You're not old!" scoffed
"I feel pretty old
sometimes," said Lucy, darkly. "I hadn't planned on taking care of
twins at this point in my life."
"My fault," said Bob.
"I admit it."
"They're all your fault,
you old goat," said Lucy.
"In my defense, I had a little
help," said Bob, smiling.
"It would be nice if there were
somebody else around to help," said Lucy. She blinked. "Not to help
with you. Mallory and I can take care of you."
"How about that?" grinned
Bob. "I'm easier to take care of than a bunch of kids."
"You're a lot more fun to
take care of than it is to take care of them," said Mallory, boldly.
"Well, I'm not going to feel
guilty about going to college," said Sam, frowning.
"Nobody's asking you to feel
guilty," said Lucy.
"I might be," said
Mallory, but then she giggled.
The night before they left, Sam
slept with Bob and Mallory slept with her brother. It was only five weeks
since she had given birth, but Mallory decided to chance having sex anyway.
She wasn't disappointed.
And, happily, she didn't get
pregnant this time.
As she came, thrusting under him,
her milk let down and soon the two were sliding against each other on a
slippery layer of warm milk.
After he came in her, Randy sucked
her breasts until she made him stop, to ensure there was still enough left to
The search for a part time helper
for Mallory and Lucy, to help take care of the children and give Lucy some time
for her work, went much better than anyone would have dreamed. Additionally,
it resulted in a situation none of them would have contemplated seeking. It
also enhanced the home life of this odd family beyond anyone's hopes.
Lucy placed an ad in the local
community paper. Among the replies she got was one from a young woman with the
unlikely name of Cherokee Anderson. She was of mixed ethnicity, her mother
being white and her father being a full blood Native American. Their love
affair had not been popular with either set of parents, but they'd run away and
gotten married anyway. He had joined the Navy and become a S.E.A.L. He was
killed on a secret mission of some kind, but not before impregnating his young
bride. She named the baby in his honor.
Cherokee had never been accepted by
either set of grandparents, either. Her mother existed well enough on her job
as a waitress and what the government offered the spouse of the dead S.E.A.L.
but life was still hard for them. Cherokee was an unhappy girl first, and
teenager later. She had made some bad decisions, one of which included having
unprotected sex at a party where alcohol was being served to minors. Her son
Jeremiah had resulted. He was now one year old. She was barely eighteen.
While her mother could get by on the
resources available, those resources wouldn't support a "grown"
daughter and baby, too. So Cherokee needed a job.
Mallory liked her from the
beginning. They were the same age, and their children were roughly the same age
as well. Both were boys and Mal felt it would be good for her son to have
another boy his own age to play with.
Lucy was less enthralled, but more
because she knew she couldn't pay this girl a living wage. And that might
eventually mean she got disenchanted with the job in the future, something that
could bleed over into the quality of care she provided. Still, she recognized
in the girl a level of maturity of the kind hard won, by facing adversity with
courage and determination.
A possible solution came to her like
the smell of a good meal on an evening breeze. It was enticing. She hoped it
"We can't afford to pay you a
lot in money," she said. "But we have lots of room. What if you
lived in? Would you still be interested if the job was full time, but included
room and board?"
Cherokee blinked. A tear formed in
the corner of one eye and she reached to wipe at it impatiently. It was
impossible to tell if she was blushing because her skin was so naturally dark.
"That would be wonderful,"
she said, softly. "I'd be very interested in that kind of
Lucy glanced at Mallory, who seemed
to be holding her breath. Another thought came to her.
"I must warn you that things in
this house are ... unconventional."
"What do you mean?"
Wariness crept into the girl's eyes. She'd been offered other work ... work
that involved taking her clothes off in front of a camera, and letting men do
things to her while the camera ran.
"Mallory and I share an
interest in the same man," said Lucy, carefully.
"I thought you said you were
Lucy froze, suddenly worried about
being too forthright.
"He's the man," said
Mallory. "He's my step-father, sort of, except he's my uncle too. His
brother was my father. Is my father. He took off and I haven't seen him for
over ten years."
"And you ... um ... with
him?" Cherokee's vague sounding question was understood by all present
with crystal clarity.
"It's a long story," said
Mallory, who wasn't embarrassed at all. "We're a different kind of
family, but everybody's happy about it. Do you think that would weird you
"I don't know," said
"Let's not jump into anything
that might not work out," cautioned Lucy.
"I need this job," said
Cherokee, her voice urgent. "Can we try it?"
"You might see some odd
things," warned Lucy again.
"That's okay," said
Cherokee. "As long as I don't have to do any weird things."
Mallory heard something she
interpreted from her own unique set of experiences.
"Oh, you won't have to worry
about that. He won't bother you. We keep him pretty worn out."
Cherokee's mouth formed an O and she
"That's not what I meant, but
I'm glad to hear it."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
asked Lucy, suddenly. She wasn't sure she wanted some strange boy coming and
said Cherokee firmly. “I’ve
had enough to do with boys for a while.”
Lucy bit her lip.
“Okay, then. Let’s
give it a week or two and see how we feel about it after that.”
Bob was a little concerned when he
got home and found two new people had moved in without his knowledge or
consent. Lucy apologized and said she was used to making decisions, so she'd
done that. She agreed that she should at least have called him and told him
what she was doing.
When he met Cherokee, though, and
chatted with her, he felt much better. She exhibited a level of politeness and
maturity that eased his fears. Seeing how she interacted with the children
went even farther to make him realize he should have trusted Lucy in the first
As for Cherokee, she found herself
in an environment she was unfamiliar with. One component of that was the fact
that she'd never had a really positive male role model in her life before, at
least not one she could spend a lot of time around. Another was seeing the
unadulterated love that was displayed, both among the adults themselves and what
those adults showed towards their children. She was used to being yelled at
for making mistakes. In this house mistakes might be pointed out, but usually
only as a means to bring about discussion about what might work better.
That her son was welcomed into this
atmosphere too meant a lot to her. Most places, people ignored him. Here, he
was treated like one of the family.
Her two week trial was abandoned a
week into things. Everyone concerned was pleased with her contribution. And
she was happy with the environment.
Within a month she felt like family
There was one difference, though.
She watched, mystified at first,
as she witnessed Bob, his wife,
and Mallory all go into the master bedroom and stay there all night. Lucy had
said the two of them competed for his attention ... at least that's how she'd
understood it ... but there didn't seem to be any competition involved. As the
days and then weeks progressed, she finally figured out that it was more of a
Cherokee, of course, wasn't in the
harem. That was the only difference in how she was treated, as far as she
It was a completely different kind
of life, a different way of living, than the girl had ever experienced before.
She was ill at ease, initially, because no matter how you looked at it, Mallory
was Bob's daughter, and that just seemed icky.
A month later she didn't even notice
when Bob expressed his affection for one or the other woman right out in the
open. The unconventional aspects of this family just seemed kinky to her, now.
And not kinky in a bad way.
She just wondered what it must be
like behind the closed master bedroom door.
She'd find out the next summer, at
least partially, when the pool was filled and the skinny dipping resumed.
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