For Love Of Nature - Kelly's Story

by Lubrican

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Chapter Five

Whatever it was that was bothering Uncle Bob seemed to get resolved, because the next day he asked Sally and me if we wanted to take some more pictures. This time it was just with him. When we agreed, he produced two identical outfits that made us both laugh.

They were cheerleader uniforms, and he had gotten them at the thrift store on the mainland while my dad was in his interview. They were purple and white, with pleated skirts and a top that had large embroidered letters "WU" on the front. He even had some slightly worn pompons that went with them. Neither of us knew what school they had come from, but we didn't care. Uncle Bob had, in his own strange way, unlocked a world of pleasure for both of us and we were appreciative of it.

We took the outfits into Sally's room and, with needle and thread, made a few changes to them. When we were done our cleavage was exposed to the point that the shoulder straps could be pulled down our arms and the top would fall to our waists. We packed them in a knapsack and, having decided that beds were highly preferable to a blanket on the ground, told Uncle Bob that we wanted to take a boat ride. It didn't make a lot of sense for cheerleaders to be on a boat, but these pictures would be for Uncle Bob and not anyone else, so we didn't think it would matter.

Once we got out on the water Sally and I went below and changed. There were no panties or bras, of course. We even came up with a couple of cheers for Uncle Bob. When we got back topside we found he was heading for a nice secluded cove. We pranced around, teasing him a little, but he ignored us, watching the water instead, which was good because there were rocks off the shore. He had better control than we did, I think.

First we climbed on top of the cabin and jumped up in the air so the wind would lift our skirts. That was when Uncle Bob found out we had shaved. He was excited about that and said so. We sat on the edge of the roof and spread our legs, hiking the skirts up so he could see our naked cunnies and then showed him our breasts. He took closeup pictures of both. I don't think he lasted for more than ten or fifteen minutes. We did our cheers for him, and even though they weren't very good he laughed and clapped his hands.

Then, knowing that he was excited, we just went down into the cabin. When he followed, he found us on one bed, skirt's hiked up to our waists, fingers busy in our shaved pussies, nipples stiff ... ready for fun.

And fun we had. Let me tell you that. None of the boys had ever done anything to our pussies except finger them and fuck them. Uncle Bob had something else in mind.

He did me first, sinking to his knees and crawling between my wide-spread legs, his mouth going without pause for my pussy. I barely got my fingers out of it in time for him to latch on and suck. I had heard of this kind of thing, of course, and seen my father do it to Aunt Prudence, but I wasn't prepared for the feelings it caused when it was done to me. I was about to explode when he switched to Sally and reached for my suddenly lonely pussy with one of his big, thick, long, callused fingers. He reached way up inside me with that finger and twiddled it around, his fingertip running in circles around the mouth of my cervix. Of course I didn't understand the mechanics of what he was doing then, but now I do. All I knew then was that it felt just fantastic. He did that while he licked and sucked his daughter's bare pussy and she moaned and groaned and pulled his head hard.

I don't know how long that lasted because all I was paying attention to was that finger, doing wonderful things to me. Then it vanished and he stood and stripped in front of us. His prick was beautiful to me, all long and gnarled and bumpy. I'd felt it in me that one time, when I sat on his lap, but it felt completely different when he crawled on top of me and eased it into my cunny. I just wanted to scream, it felt so good. Sally was complaining because she had to get off the bed to make room for us to lie down. Uncle Bob told her to just be patient, that she would get her turn soon.

He had this way of rooting up into me that was different from the boys. They were pretty frantic in their fucking, but he was almost methodical, going in deep and then moving his hips from side to side, or in a circle. His whole weight was on his hips except for the little he held up with his arms so he wouldn't crush me. It did amazing things to my clit and it only took two or three minutes before I exploded. I know I made a lot of noise.

Then, with a surprisingly tender kiss, he left me and mounted Sally in another bed. Watching him do that thing he did with her was one of the sexiest things I ever saw. He had this look of concentration on his face as he watched her face, looking for the signs that what he was doing was taking her where he wanted her to be. When she flopped and wailed he speeded up a little bit, those circles going faster until he grunted and pushed three or four times.

"Ohhhh baby girl," he moaned. "Cumming in sweet Sally's pussy."

I was jealous. It must have shown, because his big hairy head swiveled toward me and he said, "Don't you worry little Kelly, I'll make some fresh to give you later."

For some reason neither of us remembered his frantic "Don't cum in her!" from before. Looking back on it, he had obviously rethought that position by then.

He lay on Sally for a little while, every once in a while giving a little push with his loins, while she kissed him and told him she loved him. Then he finally got off of her, leaving her there, still in her cheerleader outfit, breasts exposed and skirt up to reveal her bald, glistening pussy, full of his spunk.

He stood, looking from one to the other of us. "I can't help myself," he said softly. "I shouldn't be doing this with you two."

"I love it Daddy," said Sally. I agreed with her and said so.

"Yes, but you're both going to end up pregnant as can be, if you're not already."

"Would it be so terrible if I had your little baby?" asked Sally.

"You're way too young to be having to take care of wee bonny babies - both of you. You've got your lives to live and I've ruined them."

I wiggled out of my cheerleader outfit and, naked, lay back and ran my hands in circles over my abdomen.

"I can't imagine a baby being in there," I said.

"That's the problem," he said. "You're so young you have no idea what's happening to you. I should never have let things go so far."

"I wish we could just live with you," I said. "If I had a baby and lived with you then Sally and I could take care of it together."

He groaned. "There'll be two babies, I suspect, if we aren't lucky, and if we don't do something to stop them from being made. And what about school?"

"In America you can study at home," I said, as if that solved every problem.

"And what about Aunt Pru?" asked Sally, who was taking her outfit off too. "She's trying to get pregnant with Uncle Rod's baby."

"Aye, and that would make three, now wouldn't it?" pointed out Uncle Bob. "Having three babies in the house would be a change indeed, don't you know. Where would we put them all?"

I stood up and tried to pooch out my stomach, letting all the muscles go. Even so I could only let my belly sag out a few inches. By arching my back I made it look like I might be a few months along, just beginning to show. It didn't look all that bad to me. I was young.

"In America I did some babysitting," I said, rubbing my slightly distended belly some more. "I liked taking care of babies. I didn't think about having my own, but now that I do, I kind of like the idea."

"Don't be daft, girl," snorted Uncle Bob. I noticed his penis wasn't so shrunken as it had been when he pulled it out of Sally.

"Wouldn't you like to make a baby in me?" I asked, reaching down to rub at my clit. "I love the feel of your hot sperm shooting in my tummy. I think you'd make a fine, strong baby."

Uncle Bob threw his hands up in the air. "Now see there?" he groaned. "That's exactly the kind of thing that makes me do things I shouldn't do."

I pretended to pout. "But didn't you say you'd make a nice new batch of baby makers for me?"

"Aye, lass, I did, and that was when I was in the throes of fertilizing me own fair daughter. That's what I'm trying to tell you. If it's left to me both of your bellies will be swelling. I can't help myself."

I crawled over to him and took his mostly limp penis in my hand. It was sticky with partially dried juices. For some reason it didn't bother me at all. I remembered the feel of it in my mouth before, and the sounds he had made when I did that. I looked up at my uncle and smiled.

"A man should always keep his promises," I said. Then I took him in my mouth.

It was completely different than the first time. First off, he was soft and I could use my cheeks and lips to make it move all around. When I sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could he groaned and his hands came to my hair. We had put our hair in pony tails for the pictures, and he grabbed mine like it was a handle. But he didn't pull me off of him.

The taste was different too, in a tangy sort of way, and I couldn't tell if I was tasting his sperm, or Sally's juices ... or maybe both. But either way I didn't mind it at all. The noises he made, made me feel powerful.

In the end, he kept his promise, pressing me to the bed. As he fucked me I told him the damage, if there was any, was probably already done, and that I wanted to feel his maleness bathing my pussy. He lunged into me then, crying out as he shot me full of his new batch of baby makers. It felt just as good as I knew it would.

To say that Sally and I tried to get pregnant wouldn't be true. At least not in the sense that we set out to intentionally get pregnant. I think rather it was that the combination of the feelings of having a stiff prick up inside you, and our emotional feelings for the men who were keeping our pussies full of hard prick and warm, sticky spunk. Of course it's also quite possible that we thought that it wouldn't happen to us. Until you've been pregnant, you don't really think you ever will be. These days any girl with a brain in her head would have known that it was just a matter of time, but I think we ignored that.

The fact that it took them three months to actually impregnate us both up might have helped us think that way too. When you've been fucked at least twice a day for a month and then have a period, it tends to make you think you're invulnerable to sperm. When that happens two months in a row without taking any precautions whatsoever, it strengthens the feeling of safety.

But that's not to say that either Sally or I tried anything at all to keep from getting pregnant. Whenever one of the boys, or Uncle Bob left a nice heavy load of sperm in our wombs, we didn't jump right up and go sit on the pot to let it drain out, or douche or anything like that. Most of the time we lay there and let it just soak in while we relaxed. If it happened in the grotto, which was a once or twice a week thing until it got cold, we swam and got fucked, and swam and got fucked by somebody else, until all the boys and/or men had gotten off in at least one of us. Of course being in the water is known to make it difficult for those other little swimmers, but even so, we usually got a pussy full later that night too.

And, when we had been going to school for over a month, and I missed my first period, while I felt a certain amount of dread because now my father would find out what had been going on, I wasn't all that unhappy at the thought that I'd have a baby. A couple of weeks later Sally joined me in the "missed a date with Herman" category of women and I somehow felt that everything was all right. We talked about it in the night, and we both agreed that this was simply the start of another new segment of our young lives.

The blowup - and there was a blowup - came when we were both three months along. We hadn't told anybody, partly from fear of ... the blowup ... and partly because we didn't want anybody getting any ideas about us visiting an abortion doctor. The blowup came, oddly enough, as a result of my father trying to celebrate Thanksgiving. Of course they don't have that holiday in Scotland, but it was an excuse to have a party. Daddy was employed now, working as a consultant, but we still weren't making enough to have our own house, and were still living with Uncle Bob. If you think about it, no one in the whole house had any reason to want us to move out.

Anyway, Daddy brought home all the trimmings for a Thanksgiving feast, along with several bottles of a fruity sweet wine.

You want to know something funny? There I was, a very young girl, pregnant because of basic stupidity, and yet, once I knew I was pregnant, I took it relatively seriously. I paid a lot of attention to a balanced diet, and tried to get plenty of exercise and do all the things that were recommended for early pregnancy on the internet. I was already feeling guilty because I hadn't seen a doctor. Sally was worried about that too, but there wasn't anything we could do about it without revealing our secret.

Then, at the Thanksgiving feast, each place was set with a big wineglass full to the brim with that fruity wine. We had been given sips before, on special occasions, and everyone knew we liked wine because we always begged for more - and were denied it.

In full instructor mode, Daddy said that, to begin the meal, we would all say something we were thankful for. He started and made it a toast, saying how thankful he was for family.

Everybody took a sip of wine except Sally and me.

Neither of us took a drink of the wine, because neither of us wanted to put alcohol into our bodies with a three month old fetus inside us.

It was noticed ... and questioned.

"I'm not thirsty," didn't cut any mustard. It didn't give rise to suspicion or anything. Everybody just looked at us strangely and both fathers wanted to know what was wrong with the wine.

"Nothing's wrong with the wine," I said. "We just don't want any right now."

"But it's a toast!" insisted my father.

"I'm thankful for the baby growing inside me," said Sally suddenly.

There was silence so thick it felt smothering.

"Me too," I said. There wouldn't be a better time.

Aunt Prudence did something then that I remember to this day and giggle about, though I didn't giggle then.

"You're thankful for the baby growing in Sally?" she asked, shock on her face.

"Well, yes, I guess I am, but that's not what I meant. I'm thankful for the one growing in me too," I said, my voice tiny.

Another funny thing was that the blowup was only voiced by two people: Aunt Prudence and my father. Everybody else sat quiet, looking around and, to be honest, looking guilty as could be.

Well, it wasn't pretty, I can tell you that. My daddy about had kittens. There was a lot of yelling and screaming, mostly by those two. I mean what could Sally and I say, right? It's not the kind of thing you can make excuses about. About the only thing that turned out reasonably well was when Daddy assumed my baby was from one of the twins, and Aunt Prudence assumed Sally's baby was from Brad. We didn't throw a wrench into the works by giving them more information that they really didn't want, even if they didn't know they didn't want it.. It was bad enough that I couldn't say which twin was the daddy.

I know you're saying we shouldn't have let Uncle Bob off the hook. But throwing his name in the ring wouldn't have solved anything, and, until Daddy and Aunt Prudence got used to the idea that we were both pregnant, all it would do was make them mad at everybody. Even so, there was a tense moment when Aunt Prudence turned to Uncle Bob and said, "So what do you think about all this?"

"I don't know what to think," he said, more or less honestly I think. But his helpless pale look must have convinced Aunt Prudence that he was just heartsick, because she accused Sally of breaking his heart and all sorts of other things.

And there was one other thing that I think might have caused things not to escalate any further than they did. After all the yelling and screaming was over, which took a good hour, and everybody was sitting looking at that beautiful feast that nobody was eating, Aunt Prudence sat back in her chair and burst into tears. Of course we all thought it was because of her disappointment with us, but when she got control of her emotions, she bawled "I'm pregnant toooooooo!"

It turned out that she had been all ready to state that that was what she was thankful for, and damn the critics about who had made her that way. As a mature woman, she could tell people to just mind their own business and have a baby with not all that much fuss. She was crying because her moment of triumph had been kind of trampled on by two teenaged girls. Of course we didn't know that just then, when she burst into tears.

And then Uncle Bob said something that I'm positive was just a lame attempt to stop her from crying.

"I knew I should get a new filter for that water pump." The inference was obvious ... that it was the water that had gotten all the women in the house pregnant at the same time.

Maybe it was because nobody really wanted to be mad. Maybe it was guilt. I don't know what it was, but that sounded hilarious to just about everybody in the room. Aunt Prudence started laughing first, and it turned into those belly laughs that you can't control, and can't talk through. And my dad joined in - you know how hard it is not to laugh when someone else is doing that - and then Brad started and that got Sally and me going. The twins joined in last, I think because they had been sure their lives were over, and it took a little longer for that fear to abate. Uncle Bob was the only one who didn't laugh. Still he had a big grin on his face, another of those reactions it's impossible to keep from doing whenever everybody else is laughing their butts off.

Anyway, that turned into more crying, but it was hugging and crying this time. My Daddy hugged me and I told him I was sorry and it was like he didn't even hear it.

"I'm going to be a grandpa?" he asked, his wet eyes wide.

"Uh huh." I nodded, my own eyes wet.

And then he hugged me tight, and then he let me go and apologized for squeezing me, and said how he didn't want to hurt the baby. His big hands went to my belly, which really wasn't pooching all that much, but his hands sure felt good because they were loving hands. Aunt Prudence was doing the same thing with Sally, and Uncle Bob was sitting there stunned.

I won't try to pretend that everything was all right after that. It took some weeks for things to get back to normal. There was a lot of avoiding people for a while, and a lot of silence around the house. Aunt Prudence took charge of Sally and me and we all went to the Doctor on the mainland. He pronounced us all fit as fiddles, though I have to say his eyebrows about went up into his hair at all three of us being in the family way, and all with due dates within 30 days of each other. The only questions I know he asked was when he got me to one side and asked if I'd been forced. I laughed, and he frowned, but then said all this was very irregular. I said I was quite happy and that was that, for which I was glad.

I think it was the talk we had on the way back, down in the galley, with Uncle Bob piloting the boat up top, that began to bring things back into some semblance of balance and normality. It started as a lecture from Aunt Prudence, and at some point Sally had had enough because she blurted out that we had seen my father porking her long, deep and continuous, and that everybody knew about it, and that it made us so horny that we had to sample that ourselves. She started to point out the incest angle, but then got quiet as she realized that Brad and Sally weren’t any more closely related than she and Daddy were, and that it was the same for me and the twins. Again, we didn't tell her that the paternity of the babies might be anything other than what she assumed.

But that led to a much more frank discussion about what we were all going to do with three babies in the house. I remembered Uncle Bob saying the same thing.

"Can't we just build onto the cottage and all live together?" I asked.

Well, at first it was "That's absurd," which was tempered to "It would be too hard," which eventually became "That would solve a lot of problems, now wouldn't it?"

Both Daddy and Uncle Bob, for remarkably similar reasons, thought it was a great idea and a good solution to a lot of problems. The boys were recruited and materials were obtained, and the whole place reverberated with the sounds of hammers and saws and all manner of tools for the next two months as they tried to get it done before really cold and wet weather set in. All they built, really, was a series of four bedrooms, two on each side of a long hallway. While I don't think they planned it that way, it turned out that, for people to fit into everything, Brad and Sally had a bedroom, the twins and I had a bedroom, and Aunt Prudence and Daddy had a bedroom. That let us set up a nursery.

Of course that's not how things were arranged at first. At first the new bedrooms were given to me and Brad and Daddy, with the other one as the nursery. But as time went on, and "the fathers" began to feel more secure in admitting to being "the fathers", it was only natural that the relationships that had gotten all of us pregnant began to creep back into our lives.

What made the biggest difference was an evening meal where the subject of marriage came up. Aunt Prudence, of course, broached it. We were all showing pretty nicely by then, with volleyball sized lumps poking out into the world.

"How are you two ever going to find a husband?" she moaned.

Brad had been fascinated by our burgeoning bellies, and had taken many opportunities to feel them, and listen to them. He had this crazy idea that both babies were his. The twins were just as bad, even getting into fisticuffs over which one had fathered this or that baby. Nobody but Sally and I knew about Uncle Bob as a possible father. Well, at least not after that first time on the boat when Sally was leaking her father's sperm. While Sally had spilled the beans about knowing who Aunt Prudence's lover was, nobody talked about it. I know she told him, because he came to me one time and said he only did it because he was so lonely, and that it didn't mean he didn't miss Momma any more. I told him I knew that, and that I didn't mind him finding happiness. I wanted to suggest that he should allow me my happiness too ... but I didn't.

Anyway, Brad just popped off and said "I'd marry Sally if I could."

There was an immediate hubbub as various men tried to claim various brides. It turned out they'd all been thinking about things much more seriously than they were when making those babies. It finally calmed down, and the adults decided that, under the circumstances, it wouldn't be prudent for any of us to marry any of the rest of us just because we had played with fire and gotten burnt. Then they droned on about finishing school and getting jobs and all that. By then, of course, we youngsters had visions of perfect marriages and perfect lives in our heads and wanted to argue about it. But we were voted down.

"The boys must be employed before they take on a wife. If, then, you still want to marry each other then fine," said Daddy. Both Uncle Bob and Aunt Prudence nodded with him in a united front. "You can raise the babies together until then," said my father, having no earthly idea how that would be received.

How that was received was that, if the various couples were going to raise the babies together, that meant living together ... and sleeping together.

There was some resistance to that, until Brad pointed out that what was good for the goose was good for the gander, and that Daddy and Aunt Prudence should be living ... and sleeping together too. Still, they scratched their heads when both Johnny and Seamus moved into my room.

From then on Sally and I got all the stiff prick we had become accustomed to. Naturally, it only seemed natural to take some photographs of happy pregnant women to send to the Nature Conservancy. We even invited the boys along for some of them. And, of course, I have an exceptionally well documented first pregnancy, with pictures of me naked, my belly poking out further and further and further as time went by.

It was Uncle Bob who taught the boys how to take us from behind, to spare them trying to make lusty fucking movements while trying not to crush the baby they all claimed.

In the end Daddy married Aunt Prudence. It took a while, but eventually I was able to call her Mom. She gave me two more brothers and a sister, who grew up with my two daughters and one son, all of whom bear a strong family resemblance, but none of whom will ever know for sure who fathered them, barring a DNA test. Sally's son and daughter are the same way. She cheated. Her labor pains were worse than mine, and she secretly bought a diaphragm on a trip to the mainland and didn't tell me about it. Now that she's married to Brad, she may throw the thing away. I think she wants to have a baby with only one possible father, but she hasn't said anything about that. That's just what I think.

When I turned nineteen, Johnny claimed me and our children. He was a boat mechanic by then. Seamus had met a girl at school who had him wrapped around her little finger and they were intent on finishing university. He cried when he told me about how he felt about her, but I kissed him and told him it was all right. To be honest, having two men always trying to be number one in your life got tiresome after a while. Not that there was too much sex or anything. Oh no. I never got tired of that, the occasional tryst with Uncle Bob included. Brad also went to trade school to be a welder and he brings in very good money. He married Sally in a lovely ceremony in the grotto.

Now that I'm all grown up and married (I don't feel one whit different than I did) I'm looking forward to enjoying my wonderful family. We're torn about the housing situation. We've outgrown the cottage, and the addition to it, but none of us want to leave the island. There is some talk about building a fine new house several hundred yards away, something that will house Sally and Brad, and me and Johnny, and still leave enough room for seven or eight more children.

All those babies caused some serious talk about finances, though. That was when Uncle Bob took me aside one day.

Remember all those pictures of us as virgins? And then as becoming ex-virgins? And then being fucked in every way shape and manner possible? And then both of us as our bellies swelled until we looked like we'd burst? Well, we don't look like that any more. Even at twenty, having had three children changed my appearance significantly. I'm not fat or anything, but my breasts are huge now, and my hair is different, and my face is much more mature.

So if anybody saw those pictures, they'd never know it was me or Sally or any of the boys.

He's been offered enough for those pictures by an internet "naturist" site to pay for a new house. He said he hadn't given any out yet, but that he felt like he had to find out what they were worth.

He said it was the least he could do.

And I agreed, of course. But that might have been because he told me this just before he spurted deep in my pussy.



Sally said yes, of course, and he sold the pictures. As I said in the beginning, you might even have seen some of them.

And now you know the story of the girls in those pictures.

The End

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