Serendipity - Version Bravo
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There was a time when it all began to seem like some bizarre dream. That was after I'd been back home for several months, and was back to coaxing the spunk from my balls by hand again. I saw Emma every now and then, and she always waved and blew me a kiss. Once, Ashley was with her.
When she saw me she ran across the yard and kissed me on the cheek, saying, "I still love you." But then she ran back to her friend. I would find out years later that the musketeers had formed a new pact. They couldn't have me until Caitlin could have me again.
Oddly, Hannah and I maintained the same kind of brother/sister relationship we'd had for the previous ten years. She called occasionally and chatted about this and that. Granted, now, during those conversations, when she said, "I miss you," it had a different meaning than it had in the past, but we didn't have phone sex or anything like that. I called her too, on her Birthday, and on Valentine's Day. Valentine's day was the only day we actually talked about missing sleeping together. I had sent her a dozen roses, and when I called to make sure she got them, she said, "If you were here, you'd get so very lucky."
But we didn't run away together to live happily ever after, or any of that stuff. Life went on, and we were thankful for what happiness we had had.
Or at least that's how I looked at it.
It turns out that the women were making plans. They just didn't keep me abreast of them.
I suppose I shouldn't complain about that. For all I know they made Plan A, which fell through, and then Plan B, which also didn't work out. It's possible that they were all the way up to Plan R before I was made aware I had a role to play in it.
Anyway, how I did find out that I had a role more involved than being just a fondly remembered lover, was when Hannah called me one night and opened the conversation with, "I need the services of a good architect. You know any?"
"They don't have architects in California?" I asked, mildly amused.
"They do, but they're worthless, since the building I want designed will be built in Oklahoma."
"Honest to Pete."
"What's going on?"
"I finally decided to use my doctorate for something other than teaching," she said.
"Tell me about it."
"There's nothing much to tell. Caitlin got accepted at the University of Oklahoma at Norman, and I got a job at the Oklahoma City Museum of Art. So we're moving to Oklahoma after she graduates. For some strange reason she wants to live with her mother while she goes to college, and I've always wanted to live in a house I had something to do with designing. So I need an architect to turn what I tell him I want into all those
funny lines on the blueprints."
I was stunned. I'd had no clue, no hint whatsoever, that any of this was going on. And they must have known this for the last eight or ten phone calls. They just kept me in the dark.
I realized I was standing there with my mouth hanging open.
"Wow," I said.
"Isn't it wonderful? Maybe we'll get to see you more often."
"You think?" I was aghast. Her whole demeanor was just blowing me away. Then the excitement of the possibilities hit my stomach and I almost bent over. "You'll probably be hard pressed to keep me away," I said.
"Oh, I don't think that would be such a burden," she said. "How about it? Want to design my new house?"
"Hell yes, I do," I said. "Is this for real?"
"I'm flying in to OKC next week to inspect several parcels of land," she said. "Once I buy something, I'm going to want to get going very quickly. I report to my new job in August."
"That's plenty of time," I said. "It's only November now, and I can have a set of preliminary drawings done up for you in a couple of weeks. Why don't I meet you in OKC and look at the property with you. If you decide now, I'll already know what the geology looks like, and can incorporate that into the design. Plus you can tell me what you have in mind. I could have something ready for you by February at the latest."
"Sounds good to me. I'll email you with my itinerary."
And, just like that, the conversation was over. We didn't talk about anything else. It was very businesslike. I sat there, amazed that, once again, the Anderson women had rocked my world. Oklahoma City. Norman. Both were just a forty-five minute drive from Chickasha, where I lived.
Suddenly, the world was a brighter place.
That week went by fast. Her email told me when she'd fly in to Will Rogers, and I emailed her back that I'd be her transportation while in Oklahoma. Her itinerary had her coming in on a Tuesday, and leaving on Thursday, which gave me hope that I'd manage to convince her to stay at my house for the two nights she'd be here. And, if she needed to stay in a hotel to make her schedule work, then maybe I could convince her to let me stay with her.
I knew the properties she was going to look at were in the Seminole area, and since I'd already done some work in that part of the state I knew what to expect in terms of what depth the ground water was, and what type of geology there would be. Depending on her budget, I had some ideas that might be useful. Installing a ground source heating and cooling system, for example. If she had geothermal, and solar panels on the roof, she could be off the grid if necessary and perhaps even sell power back to the electric company. If nothing else, her electric bill would be close to zero each month. And there were other things she could do that would make the property more valuable, both to live in and later sell.
So I was excited as I stood at the luggage carousel that was listed for her flight. I knew the flight had landed, because I'd sat where I could see one of the electric boards that announced such things.
I saw her head first. Her hair was swept back in a pony tail, and the strong bones of her face made her easy to recognize, even from far away. She was walking with that stride that suggests she's got important business to get to. As she got closer, my eyes appreciated the dress she had chosen to wear. It was forest green, her favorite color, and it was made of rayon or whatever material it is that clings to every subtle change in the shape of the body.
Such as her breasts. That dress put her breasts on display. Even from where I was, still a hundred feet away, I could see those breasts bouncing gently, and the men around her turning their heads, some briefly, some for longer periods, as they appreciated her too.
She saw me and smiled and waved. She was walking straight toward me, which is why I didn't see another feature that dress was advertising, prominently. I did notice there was something amiss with her waistline, but I was too busy drinking in her face and chest to be bothered with trying to figure that out.
In fact, it wasn't until she hugged me that I realized there was something between us inhibiting the hug.
I pushed her away with my hands on her shoulders, and looked down.
Now I could see what that dress was advertising.
She was clearly pregnant.
And, while I wasn't an expert in these matters, I was pretty sure she'd been pregnant for at least two or three months.
"Surprise," she said, softly.
I blinked. I swallowed. I turned my head to look for something to sit down on before I collapsed because my knees felt like jelly.
"When did this happen?" I asked, weakly.
"I think you know when this happened," she said. "You'd better know when this happened."
"But you didn't tell me."
"What could you have done about it if I had?"
I stared at the bulge that was my first child. Something began to expand inside of me that I was pretty sure would fill me up to overflowing and might cause me to burst into pieces.
"I could have celebrated!" I said.
"So ... this is a celebration?" She moved her hands to smooth over the bulge.
"You bet your sweet ass it is!" I exclaimed. Several people looked our way. I'd said "ass" pretty loudly.
"I'm glad," she said. "I have to admit I was a little worried."
"Worried? About what?" My voice was still much too loud, and she pushed me backwards towards a wall, farther away from the carousel.
"I was a worried that all that stuff you told me while we were making this baby was just role playing."
"Stuff?" My voice rose. "That wasn't stuff.
That was me, pouring my heart out to you!" My voice rose even more.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Caitlin was right. She yelled at me for not telling you, but I was too scared."
"Caitlin." My voice got soft very suddenly. I looked to both sides of us, as if I thought someone might be trying to eavesdrop. They hadn't had to try to eavesdrop prior to this, because I was yelling most of the time. "Is she ... ?"
"Pregnant?" Hannah's voice was dry. "No, Bob. Half satyr that you are, you did not knock up both of the Anderson girls in the space of two weeks.
Geesh, Bob. Give me a break, here."
"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm just so ... surprised."
"And I'm surprised that you're surprised. You sure tried hard enough to do this. I thought you'd call me and ask if I'd had a period or not, but you never did. And then I missed my second one, and Caitlin said I should tell you, but I wanted to wait until the lab test was done. Then I was afraid you'd be unhappy. Caitlin says I'm a big chicken."
"Tastes like chicken," I said. It just popped out.
"Nothing. Sorry. I want to eat you up right now. You look so beautiful ... and that's my baby ... our baby. I'm not unhappy. Are you surprised? Of course you're surprised. You already said you were afraid I'd be unhappy. But I'm not. In fact, I don't think I've ever been this happy in my whole life. I'm babbling, aren't I?"
"Yes." She was grinning, and even though there was no outward sign of it, I could sense her relaxing.
I reached for her again, and pulled her against me.
"I love you. Do you love me?"
She giggled. "That sounds like a song I heard one time, about a note that was passed in class."
"You like country music?" I gaped.
"I like all kinds of music," she said. "Besides, you recognized it, so that means you listen to it too."
"Never mind that," I said. "That's our baby," I said, pushing against her bump just enough that she could tell I was doing it. I didn't want to hurt the baby. "And I love you, and right now I'm kind of desperate to hear you tell me you love me too."
"I do," she whispered against my lips. "The world does not approve."
"Fuck the world," I whispered back.
"No, don't do that," she said.
She pressed back and kissed me gently.
"You fucked me ... and look what happened."
We collected her luggage, and left. That was good, because it was all I could do to keep myself from standing behind her and reaching around with both hands to cup her bulge. Just as incest is frowned on, fondling a pregnant woman's belly in public is frowned on too. I don't know who all those people were who did the original frowning, but I wish I could go back in time and burn their eyebrows off. They made a bunch of rules on a whim that the rest of us are saddled with today.
Hannah didn't want to waste any time. By that, I mean her first priority was to take care of business, so we could go home to my house and ... well ... take care of business, if you get my drift.
She called the realtor on her cell phone, and arranged to meet her at our first destination, which turned out to be a two acre plot of land notched into a wheat field. It had a farmhouse on it, surrounded by a wind break of trees that had been allowed to grow wildly. Some of the trees had died as a result. There were a few pieces of rusty farm machinery lying around in tall grass.
The house was two stories, with a tall attic area that had a dormer in it, which meant it might have been turned into quasi living space at some time in the past. The house didn't matter, though, because I knew Hannah wanted new construction, and that meant the house would come down.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"It will be dusty during planting season and harvest," I said. "The road shouldn't cause too much problem with dust because the prevailing winds will blow it away from the property. The trees will help with the wind, but some of them are in bad shape and need to be replaced."
"Why would I care about some old trees around the edge of the property?"
"Because the wind blows every day in Oklahoma," I said. "It's a constant in every Okie's life. If you don't learn to love that, it can drive you crazy."
"Oh," she said. "So no matter where I buy, it will be windy?"
"Every day," I confirmed.
As if to punctuate the conversation, a gust of wind whipped up the hem of her dress, and showed me some thigh. She was me looking.
"Satyr," she snorted.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," I said. "Just wait until I get you home. You'll feel like a nudist by the time you leave."
"Caitlin told me how she and the girls used to stay naked all day long."
She had delivered that in an inflection free voice. Nor had there been any visual clues, that I could see, anyway, which gave me any information about how she felt about that. We were going to raise a baby. That was already firm in my brain, by that time. So good communication was going to be critical.
"How'd you feel about that?" I asked.
She raised one eyebrow, which made her look a little imperious.
"I was jealous."
"Ahhh," I said. "Not to worry. There won't be any bevy of naked girls cavorting in your new pool."
"That's not true," she said. "At least, according to Caitlin."
"Tell me more," I said. "That must have been an interesting conversation."
"She says I can have you, but I have to share you ... occasionally."
"I am not kidding. My own daughter has turned into a bully ... a hooligan .... a gangster. She threatened to blackmail me!"
"I'll spank her the next time I see her," I said, tightly.
"She'd just enjoy it," said Hannah, carelessly. "I'm not worried about her. It was funny, actually. I made sure not to laugh at her, though. I
didn't want to hurt her feelings."
"Why not? She was way out of line."
"I don't want her mad at me. I want her terrified of me."
"Uh oh," I said. "What did you do?"
"I told her if she gave me any trouble, I'd give the baby up for adoption, and tell the world about you and her, and you and me."
"Wow," I said. I knew she'd never do that under any circumstances, and that it was a bluff. "The nuclear option, right out of the box."
"Like I said, I wanted her terrified."
"So, did she buy it?"
"She broke down and sobbed. It was so sad. She begged me to forgive her. That poor girl loves you as much as I do."
"So what happened then?"
"Then we sat down and talked about things. It was kind of liberating, actually. We'd never talked about all of this, not in detail. I knew quite a bit already about you and your ... um ... musketeers ... from back when I first got there, and she was trying to convince me that what she was doing was okay. But since then we had never had an actual discussion about how we felt about you and ... um ... details."
"Come on. Guys describe what they did with a woman to other guys."
"Oh," I said. For some strange reason, the thought of the two of them exchanging war stories of me in bed made blood start gravitating into my penis.
"It was good," she said. "It cleared the air."
"So no bevy of naked girls?" I tried to make my voice sound tragic.
"Does two count as a bevy?"
"Which two?" I asked.
"What do you mean which two?" She was outraged.
"Well, it could be Caitlin and Emma, or Caitlin and Ashley, or Ashley and Emma," I complained. "Not that it matters. I like them all. It would just be nice to know."
She goggled at me. "You are a fucking satyr!" she yelped. "Caitlin and me, you son of a bitch!"
"Oh," I said, trying to put on a pedantic air. "Well, I guess that's acceptable."
I saw her about to explode and put my index finger against her lips to forestall that.
"Turns out we both bluff pretty well, huh?"
"Asshole," she grumbled, relaxing.
"I believe the proper form of that address is, 'Asshole who I am hopelessly in love with,'" I said.
"Asshole," she said again, but she smiled.
"Seriously," I said. "You caved?"
"Caved to what?"
"Letting Caitlin ... um ... you know ... with me."
"Share you? It doesn't extend quite to that level."
"What level does it extend to?"
"She's going to live in the dorm the first year of college. She can come visit as often as she wants, but she'll have to decide carefully whether she wants to play with you or not."
"Because I'm not going to allow her to use birth control, unless she has a boyfriend."
"That sounds complicated," I said. "That really must have been an interesting discussion."
"It's not complicated at all," she said. "That she loves you is fine. Wonderful, in fact. I want her to love you. But she has no future with you in the role of husband, or quasi husband. She needs to find a nice young man to produce grandchildren for me. If she's actually trying to do that, then birth control is fine, until she finds the right man, and they want to start a family. But I'm not going to let you be her living dildo, which she can have any time she feels like it. If she wants me to give some of you up, then there need to be potential ramifications involved.
Ergo, no birth control. Every time she decides to sleep with you, she'll know that you could be doing to her, what you did to me."
"She's eighteen," I reminded Hannah.
"Of course she is, and she has the right to make up her own mind. But I have the right to control some of what she wants, and she either plays by my rules, or she doesn't get to play at all. Not with you, anyway."
"Do you have any idea how unconventional all this is?" I asked, stunned by what she'd just said.
"Of course," she said. "But we only have two choices, here. One is to never do that with you again, and try to resume a way of life which the world could approve of. The other is to adapt to what has happened, do the best we can to protect our interests, and try to find some happiness in the process."
"I have to say, that sounds a little mercenary."
"Protect our own interests?"
"That's how the world works, Bob," she said, seriously. "I'm pregnant with your baby. I want to raise that child as my own. You're new to this children thing, but pretty soon you're going to find out that you'll do anything to protect your offspring. Anything!"
"What happens if Caitlin decides to chance things at the wrong time?" I asked.
"Then we'll have to adapt to that," she said. "I did."
"Yes, but your options are a little better than hers would be."
"That's true, and that's one of the things we talked about."
"I don't know if this kind of ... arrangement ... is a good idea," I said.
"Suddenly you're monogamous?"
"I've always been monogamous," I said.
"Couldn't tell it from what I walked in on."
"That was different. That was just three girls exploring their sexuality."
"And what if those three girls want to explore what it's like to be pregnant?"
"First off, I seriously doubt that any of them want to have my baby. Second, at least two of them have already forgotten me. I've seen Emma a few times since then, and Ashley once, but all of that was just in passing. Neither of them came to my door begging for more. You seem to think I have some special power over women, but that's not true at all. I hadn't had sex in over two years before the girls decided to explore. Women don't flock to me, and I'm a little picky about the women I'd risk having a baby with."
"You exposed all three of those girls to your sperm," she said.
"That's true," I said. "I lost control. I admit it. But that's over. There is no group of three girls flaunting it in front of me anymore. There is no bevy of beauties cavorting around my pool. And I hope soon to sell my house and not have a pool at all, because I hope desperately that you'll let me design a room for me in your new house."
"What about my pool?" asked Hannah. "What if they want to prance naked around my pool?"
"Are you trying to make this difficult for me?" I moaned.
"Not at all," she said. "Just as I wanted Caitlin to understand that life can be complicated, I want to make sure you understand that this relationship could get complicated too."
"It's not complicated enough?" I groaned.
"I've already thought about what to do with you," she said, ignoring my question. "You will not have your own room. We will have our bedroom. But there will be guest rooms, though, and it's conceivable you might sleep in one of them ... occasionally."
"I do not believe this," I sighed.
"Well, you'd better get used to the idea," she said.
She looked up at the car speeding down the road towards us, kicking up a rooster tail of dust.
"You caused it."
Penny Mac-something or other was Hannah's realtor. I didn't know a lot of realtors. In fact, I only knew one. But I'd seen the caricatures of them on TV, and Penny could have played any of those roles to perfection. She was bouncy, and positive, and vivacious, and had an armful of clipboard with dozens of pieces of paper on it that pertained to all the properties she was going to try to sell to Hannah.
Hannah introduced me as "My friend, Bob," which got a calculating glance at me. I never saw her look at Hannah's bulge, but I know she was aware of it, because she adapted her sales pitch to include "your new baby."
It was a long afternoon. We visited four sites, varying between the farmhouse I already told you about, which was on one point seven acres of land, to a twenty-five acre plot of rolling hills that had washouts and ravines on it that exposed the stark red subsoil that Oklahoma is known for.
We made arrangements to meet her to see two more places the next day.
"Where are you staying?" she asked, all bubbly and helpful. "I can get you a discount at the Ramada."
"Bob has a house in Chickasha, with a very nice guest room for me," said Hannah.
"Oh! He really is just a friend. I'm sorry. I thought ..." She didn't say it, but her meaning was obvious.
"He's my architect," said Hannah. "I've known him for years."
"Oh. How nice. Well, splendid, then. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
We followed Penny back to Interstate 40, and stayed behind her as she headed toward Oklahoma City. She had a lead foot, though, and was out of sight before we got to 240 and I turned onto it to get to I-44.
We were home forty minutes later, which probably seems like a long time for a man who is in heat, but I plied her with questions about the intimacies she and Caitlin had shared. It was fascinating, because it turned out that some of those intimacies were about Hannah and Chad, and the things Hannah had learned in her marriage. Those parts she just referred to in that manner, saying that the details were private. l didn't argue, or point out that they weren't private when it came to Caitlin. I wasn't going to pry. I felt incredibly lucky, and I wanted to do only things that would help the relationship flourish.
When we got home, Hannah wanted to take a shower. This time, when I stepped in with her, she didn't resist in any way at all. I have no idea how long we stood there, with me behind her, my boner trapped between her thighs, while my soapy hands moved from her breasts to her bulging abdomen.
She just lay her head back on my shoulder and purred.
Like many men who are "virgins" when it comes to pregnant women, I assumed making love would involve all sorts of precautions. When she lay back on the bed and spread her legs, exposing her protruding pudendum to me, I assumed she wanted oral love.
So I gave her some. I was surprised when she tasted different than Caitlin, but I didn't tell her that. She was different from Kat in other ways too, in this scenario. Caitlin grabbed my hair and pulled hard, trying to get as much pressure on her clit as possible from my face, lips, teeth, whatever. But Hannah just toyed with my hair, letting her fingertips slip through it while she sighed and expressed in little snippets of sentences how happy she was that I was doing that I was doing.
It was fun, because I had time to pull her pussy lips apart with my fingers and expose her clit. Then I was able to circle it with the tip of my tongue, and lap at it like a dog, and suck it between my lips. Her hips bumped, and her belly rippled, and I got one of those comments that let me know she was happy.
Then, suddenly her fingers tugged at my hair.
"I want you in me, now," she sighed.
She pulled as I crawled up, unsure of how to do what she wanted.
"I don't want to crush the baby," I whispered.
"The baby is the size of a lemon right now. You won't hurt her by lying on top of me."
"All that bulge, and she's just a lemon?"
"Shut up, Bob. I don't want to talk about the baby. I want to recreate making her."
So I slid in and, other than there being some pressure against my abdomen, it was just like making love before.
An hour later, I was on my back and Hannah was riding me, rocking back and forth.
"You want to know something?" she asked, panting slightly.
"Sure," I said.
"I never did it this way before you."
"Chad was a big believer in the missionary position," she said.
"Oh," I said.
"Caitlin said I had to try it."
"Good grief," I sighed.
"She was right, too."
At that point she bent forward just a little more and started thrashing her hips, chasing an orgasm. When it arrived I pinched her nipples and found something else that she and Caitlin had in common. I could feel the pulsations of her pussy go crazy as I squeezed and tugged the nipples that would, in just a few short months, spurt milk for our baby to grow on.
She was all business when
we met Penny the next morning. She
didn't talk to me at all, unless she had a question about how something
affect the building of the house. Penny
had been solicitous towards me the day before, trying to sell
me the property too, but today she
ignored me as well.
In the end, Hannah
on a seven point two acre piece of land on the corner of a section.
It, too, had been a farmstead at one time,
but the house itself had fallen in. It had several outbuildings that were still in good shape, and a creek
through the property about half a mile from the house site.
Trees had volunteered, and blanketed the
property. Many would probably need to be
removed, to encourage the growth and health of others, but there was
potential there for having a cool, shady place to walk, where the wind
only frisk between the trees, and rush overhead.
It was on a corner, which
increased the dust issue, but I suggested that the house could be built
anywhere, and not close to the road, as the fallen down one had been.
That decision having been
made, we returned to Penny's office to start the paperwork.
It turned out Hannah did not need a
loan. She'd put Chad's life insurance
into high yield bonds, which had done very well indeed.
Then, sensing some danger, she'd taken the
money out of the risky arena, and put it into oil and gas investments.
She happened to choose a broker who was
excited about oil development in North Dakota.
So she had the cash to
the property and build the house, assuming we didn't go hog wild on the
Of course I had some
So we ended up going hog
wild on the house.
I knew people locally,
were in the building trade, and who wanted me, a successful architect,
customers to them. Consequently, I was
able to get all but some of the interior finish done by the time Hannah
with Timothy Raymond Simmons, our healthy, bouncing son.
I guess I glossed over
that part. It occurs to me you might be
interested in how he came to be a Simmons, instead of being an Anderson.
And if you're not
interested, then skip ahead a few paragraphs.
I worked on getting the
house built, while Hannah stayed in California and worked on building a
who turned out to be a boy, instead of the girl Hannah was convinced was so active in her belly. She'd had ultrasounds, but had told the doctor she only wanted information that required some treatment plan. About week
thirty-nine, I left the new house in the tender care of Rick Salisbury,
general contractor, and flew out to Santa Barbara to be there for the
May in California is
delightful. I wondered why Hannah was
willing to give all this up. She'd never
asked me to consider moving to California to be with her, and now that
Caitlin was bouncing off
the walls, and gave me a body-grinding hug, with a tongue swapping
kiss, when I
got there. Hannah watched, amused, one
hand supporting her lower back as she appeared to be trying to lean
away from the
gross distention of her belly. Gone was
the gentle swell of a growing baby. Now
it looked as if that baby was trying to get big enough to split her
And emerge he did, five
days later, but it was from a split that was already present in her
body. There's something poetic about the
a baby comes out of the same place that the genetic material necessary
him went into. But I'll tell you this,
gentlemen. Be careful about watching your
baby emerge from that vagina you love so much.
You'll never look at that vagina the same way again.
Why women agree to put themselves through
that is beyond me. Perhaps that's why
the urge to mate is so strong.
It has to be strong to
overcome the resistance to having to force something the size of a
through your birth canal.
I didn't mean to kill the buzz. It's
just that while a pregnant woman can be
sexy as hell, there just isn't anything sexy about seeing one of the parts of her you
love being stretched like that, and causing the woman you love so much pain and misery.
Anyway, the reason I was
in the delivery room is that, when we got to the hospital, she
introduced me as
"The father of the baby." Our last names were different, but in this day and age, nobody even raised an eyebrow. So I
was allowed to be with her during labor and delivery.
Caitlin was there off and on, but Hannah went
into labor while Kat was at school. We
left her a note, and I got a frantic call when she got home from school.
I told her I couldn't come get her, because
Hannah needed me.
Caitlin had friends.
She had one of them drop her off.
Hannah was glad to see
her, but she didn't want her to go into the delivery room.
I think that was to shield her from seeing
something that might overcome nature's demand that she someday do the
When it came time for the
paperwork to be completed, Hannah simply told them she wanted the baby
the father's last name, and the bored clerk wrote it down that way,
signed a document where I agreed I was the father.
The clerk gave her a droning recitation of
her rights, and that the document I had signed had no legal weight,
later decide I was not the father,
and that a DNA test could be requested to legally establish paternity.
Hannah's labor had lasted
ten hours, and Timothy was born just after midnight.
I had given Kat the keys to the car and told
her to go get some sleep. Thankfully, it
was Friday, which meant no school the next day, so she could come back
hospital when she woke up.
She was elated to find
had a little brother to hold.
So were the dozen or so
students who came to visit her in the hospital.
I noticed most of them were male, and they looked disappointed
was introduced as the father of the baby.
Hannah had to stay there
all of Saturday and Sunday, and that meant Caitlin had me to herself
nights. There was no discussion about
it, nor did she ask if she could sleep with me.
We had stayed at the hospital most of Saturday, leaving only to
so when we got home, we were both tired.
Caitlin said, "I'm
going to go take a shower. You know
where things are. Whenever you're ready,
come to bed. You're sleeping with me tonight."
"How will your mother
feel about that?" I asked.
"My mother is busy
with my new baby brother, and I'm not going to tell her you slept with
anyway," I said.
But I'm not sleeping alone. Not if
you're here. I've been without for much
So I slept with her that
night, and the following night too. And
we fucked like bunnies.
She'd planned ahead,
She had a box of condoms.
So, when Hannah arrived in Oklahoma with Timothy, the house was mostly finished.
I'd had them make sure the nursery was complete, and ready to be
occupied. The furniture was still in
boxes, and needed to be assembled, but Hannah and I did that together.
The first thing she chose was this nifty
swing, that had a battery assist on it.
Timmy loved swinging, and it put him to sleep too, which gave us
build the rest of his furniture.
And other things.
After all, we hadn't seen
each other in a long time.
And gentlemen, let me
you, making love to a lactating woman is a whole different kind of
experience. It turns out that breasts
operate on an emotional level sometimes.
Take for example the sound of a hungry, crying baby. That
emotions in Mommy that cause her breasts to start leaking milk.
Hannah called it "letting down",
and when that happened she either needed Timothy to soak up all that
milk, or a
pad in her bra, lest it just leak all over the place.
Like it did as she rode
and a different kind of emotion caused her milk to let down.
She groaned, and said, "Oh no, my milk's
letting down!" and came to a reluctant stop. I
felt her thighs tense as she prepared to
get off of me.
"Don't stop!" I
said. "A little milk isn't going to
And that was the first
time I got to see little spots of white pop out all over her turgid
and then turn into tiny sprays, going in all directions, as she started
again, already close to catching up with the promise of an orgasm that
caused her to start leaking in the first place.
It was just by chance
she leaned over, grinding through that orgasm, which dropped one
nipple close enough that I could lift my head and capture it for a few
Tasty. No wonder babies love to
suckle at a breast so much.
Since then, I always
enhance her orgasm by getting a few mouthfuls of milk as I pay
attention to her
Her new job fit her like
glove. I think she was glad to get away
from the grind of grading papers. The
teaching part was something she loved, but the bureaucracy of education
to kill the spirit, and I think she felt like she'd been set free. And
why her new job, which involved organizing exhibits designed to teach
kids about what kinds of art exist, and the differences between them,
something she dropped into so effortlessly.
Since I could work from
home, I took care of Tim while she was at work.
I had to bottle feed him at first, using
milk she pumped, but as he got older, and could supplement milk with
food, I took him to visit her at the museum for his noon feeding.
It all worked rather
well. Even when I had to do a site
visit, or meet a client, I sometimes took Tim with me.
I had a chest carrier for him and he was a
bright, inquisitive kid who loved to watch the world as I carried him
We thought that the fact
she wasn't having periods was related to breastfeeding.
It wasn't until she took the baby in for a
checkup that we found out otherwise. She
said the doctor looked her over and, at first, she thought he was
"checking her out." He was new
to our little family, and she'd only seen him two or three times.
"Have you had a
period since you delivered?" he asked.
said. "I'm breast feeding."
"How long has Timmy
here been on solid food?"
months. What's going on, Doctor?"
"A lot of moms have
that little pooch for a while after delivering, but your body tone
yours should be gone by now."
understand," she said.
"You might be
pregnant again," he suggested.
"No way," she
"So you haven't been
"Well ... no ... I
mean yes, I have."
"Let's run a test,
what do you say?"
And that's how we found
out that her fertility had resumed, most probably because Timmy was
through the night, and was sucking at her breasts only four times a day.
At least that was the doctor's theory.
And, when that fertility
snuck back into the equation, I knocked her up again the very first
This changed the way we
looked at life. Having Tim had been
something we saw as a happy form of serendipity. It
was a little like fate, considering that
Hannah had wanted to have that kind of relationship with me when she
was in her
teens, and then gave up on it, and then finally lived out that fantasy.
But having two
children brought us firmly into the
group of people who didn't plan on having a family, and had one anyway.
It had its ups and downs.
Hannah was in pretty good shape, all things
considered. She loved being
pregnant. She'd luxuriated in the
physical changes with Timmy, because it brought back memories of having
being pregnant with Caitlin. So the
physical toll on her was minimal.
All I could think of was that pretty soon I was going to be
nothing but changing diapers and entertaining little ones.
I wasn't going to be able to get much work
done. Sure, that was seven or so months
away, but I worried about it none the less.
That was really the only fly in the ointment, though.
The house was plenty big, having been
designed to accommodate a huge family. I
never asked Hannah about that, back when I was designing and overseeing
house being built. I was too busy, and
she was in California. I assumed it was
simply because she'd had to live in somewhat cramped quarters her whole
life, and wanted room to stretch out in.
Plus I figured that Caitlin would visit from time to time, both
and after she got married and had kids of her own.
So the new baby could
his or her own room, if that's what we wanted.
We were talking about all
this one night, lying entangled and sweaty after making love.
"We'll get a
nanny," said Hannah. "Then you
can get your work done. She can live
in. Problem solved."
I'd only been a father six months. I
was just getting used to the idea I
actually had a child. I
was still unsure what I could and couldn't
feed the little tyke. I was so busy
learning how to be a dad that I'd never even thought about
things like baby sitters and nannies. Perhaps
I had "Daddy tunnel
vision." That's a term I just made
up, but it means the new father is so busy trying to be a
father, that he doesn't see some of the possibilities and
options available to him.
"A nanny," she
confirmed. "We've got the income to
support that. It would make life easier
for us, especially after the new baby comes.
I think we should do that."
"A nanny," I
said, trying to taste the word.
"Of course she'd have
to be old and ugly," said Hannah.
"I can't afford to have a young, pretty woman living here with
us. There is a satyr in residence, after
all, and apparently, he's an extremely virile, vigorously fertile satyr."
ridiculous," I scoffed. "I
have eyes only for you."
said, but she smiled. "I clearly
remember you having eyes for three girls at once."
"That was then.
This is now," I claimed.
"And if Caitlin were
here, and beckoning you to come to her bedroom, you'd resist?"
She raised one eyebrow.
You can take hyperbole
only so far before you begin to sound idiotic.
tempted," I admitted.
Let me explain.
I haven't mentioned Caitlin in a while, so I
should probably catch you up on her.
Kat was doing very well
school. She took to the freedom of
college life like a duck to water. She
didn't shy away from hard classes, and took a full load her first
semester. She was living in one of the
which she loved and I wasn't so crazy about because, and I admit it, I
jealous of all those boys I hadn't met, but knew what they were
they looked at her.
We saw her every couple
weekends, when she showed up with a duffle bag full of laundry and
homework that she didn't have time to lie around or play video games or
whatever. She usually stayed Saturday
night and she usually came to find me, wherever I was, to say, "I'm
That meant I was supposed
to be ready for bed too. With her.
This ... arrangement ...
never discussed with me, either by Caitlin, or Hannah.
The first time it happened, I was lying in
bed, reading. So was Hannah, right beside me.
When Kat came to the bedroom door, dressed only in a T shirt
go far enough downward to cover her pussy, and said those words, Hannah
me with her elbow and said only, "Go ahead."
Caitlin went crazy on
those occasions. That's the only way I
can describe it. She would make love
until she dropped from exhaustion. And if
I made the mistake of cumming before she'd had three or four orgasms,
it was up
to me to make sure she got three or four more, whatever it took.
I think she bottled up all that passion while
she was at school, and it all came flooding out when she came to our
get her bell rung. Sometimes we went
through three condoms a night.
She took those condoms
seriously, especially since she found out her mother was pregnant again.
The first night we were together after she
found out, she lay on the bed with her head right beside my erection.
Reaching with one finger, she pushed it
vertical, and said, "You're a dangerous little fella, aren't
you!" She was much better at
installing them now. All it took her was
ten seconds and she was pulling me on top of her to get that thoroughly
penis into her.
So no, I didn't actually
have eyes only for Hannah. She was the
mother of my child, and would soon be the mother of my children,
but our circumstances weren't
exactly ... normal. I guess, upon
reflection, they'd never been what
most people would call normal.
Still, I wasn't going to
let her impugn what little fidelity I had in me. I
dredged up some dignity and spoke with it.
"I'm not going to try
to seduce the nanny, whether she's young or old, or ugly or pretty."
"We'll see," she
I'm aware that some of
out there are puzzled by Hannah's attitude about other women ... and me.
I'm not sure I can explain it well.
It's like trying to describe the taste of
some particular food. Words don't convey
It boils down to the
concept that I loved Hannah. But it
wasn't just one kind of love. I loved
her as a sister. I loved her as the
mother of my child. I loved her as a
woman. I loved her as my lover.
We weren't married, in the traditional sense
of that word. We couldn't get
married in the traditional
sense. But we were just as committed to
each other as traditionally married people are.
When you get right down
it, "marriage" is a state of mind, more than permission from a
governmental entity on a piece of paper.
But there were
too. She was my sister,
and that could never be changed. It was an
inalienable fact of life. We were joined
in a way that couldn't be
broken, even if we wanted it to.
"Normal" married couples aren't like that. They
have chosen to form a bond. And all too
often they choose to break that
Think about it this way. If you have a brother or sister, and they have a family, that doesn't affect the bond you have with them. No matter what they do ... or who they have sex with ... they're still your brother or sister. That bond is permanent, whether you love that fact, or hate it.
Hannah and I couldn't break the brother/sister bond. We were bound for life. And I think it was that unbreakable bond that
convinced her that no matter whether I loved Caitlin, or some other
wouldn't take away from the love we shared, a love that couldn't be
From my perspective, I
felt sort of like I had stumbled into a bramble bush, and couldn't get
out of it. That analogy breaks down when
that, if the sharp points of the brambles are defined as Caitlin,
and Hannah. All of them had some hold on
me, and it wasn't an uncomfortable hold.
It could have been, but
somehow all those women were happy with the portion of me they'd
And yes, I'm fully aware
that's not how the world works.
Except that that's how it
worked for me.
Of course I hadn't seen
either Emma or Ashley since I sold the house and moved.
But they had played a huge role in the way
things had turned out for me, and I would never forget them.
I knew Caitlin was still in touch with both
of them, and that they were going to college somewhere, but that was
about it. I didn't get regular updates on
anything like that. Usually, when I had
the chance to talk to Caitlin was when we were in bed.
And when we were in bed,
Caitlin wasn't much interested in talking.
The last thing I want to
say about this is that while Hannah might think of me as a satyr, I did
think of myself like that at all. I was
just a guy who had stumbled into a bramble bush that turned out to be
delightful. I was lucky, and I knew it.
I was deeply involved in all sorts of taboo
love, and the world would have a hissy fit if it ever found out about
As far as I was
I was just a regular guy, trying to get by, and keep the wolves away
It was two months later
that the nanny thing came up again. To
be honest, I'd forgotten about it by then.
Timmy was rolling over and scooting.
It wasn't going to be that much longer before he figured out how
crawl. He had strong legs and loved to
try to stand up, but didn't quite have the muscles to maintain that for
long. I still took him everywhere I went
and that turned out to be important, nanny wise.
It involved a man who,
point blank, wanted to know why I was so unprofessional as to bring a
a meeting. I didn't really feel like it
was any of his business why I did that, and told him I was there to
architectural issues, and not children.
Within the next ten minutes he sent me enough negative signals
just told him it wasn't going to work, and left. I
didn't want to work for or with people who
had that kind of attitude.
But that's when Hannah
found us a nanny.
I met the nanny when
Hannah came home from work one day, nanny in tow.
I was in the kitchen,
giving Timmy a snack.
"This is Snow
Lily. She is our new nanny."
I looked up to see an
Indian woman. Sorry. Native
American woman. I think that's a pretty
"clarification", by the way.
It's redundant. If you're native
to a country, that's all that's required to say. It's
like saying you're a white
Caucasian. But I suppose, considering
the shitty deal they got when those white Caucasians showed up, if
they want to be called, then that's fine.
Assuming they're the ones who made that "clarification."
Anyway, back to Snow Lily, who
I may identify by different adjectives, depending on how PC I'm feeling
It was hard to tell, but
estimated her age to be mid to late twenties.
She smiled at Timmy and ignored me.
"Snow Lily, this is
my husband Bob, and Timmy, who you will be helping to take care of."
Within the time it takes
you to read this sentence, I was usurped, and Snow Lily was giving
snack, talking to him in her native language.
He was delighted.
"Would you go out to
the car and get her things?" asked Hannah.
"She's going to live in one of the guest bedrooms.
I don't know which one yet. She
gets to choose."
Being the good
"husband" I went to her car, where I found two cheap suitcases.
I took them in, and found them examining the
bedroom on the other side of the nursery, which was right next door to
master bedroom. The things Caitlin left
at the house were in the bedroom directly across the hall from the
bedroom. I tell you this so you
understand that Snow Lily was separated from the bedrooms where "the
action" would be taking place, only by the nursery.
And both Hannah and
Caitlin were loud lovers.
I also mentioned this to
Hannah, when I got her away from our new nanny, who was already taking
"We didn't think this
out very well," I said. I explained
about the proximity of the nanny's digs to the two locations in the
wailing women could often be found.
"It won't be a
problem," she said.
"And how is
that?" I asked.
"Snow Lily is a
member of the Absentee Shawnee Tribe," she said.
"We had a long discussion about marriage and
other things. Native American
traditions, back before Christian Missionaries showed up and forced
everything, were quite different than those of Europeans.
They didn't look at marriage and sex as
things that were necessarily tied together."
said. "You mean married couples
didn't have sex?"
"No, I mean sex
wasn't confined to marriage."
"That's not how they
looked at it. Women had the choice of
who to have sex with. Women were equal
with men in that culture."
"But what about all
those movies, and the squaws, and all that?"
"Made by white people
who were trying to obliterate Indian culture.
Practically none of what you see in movies is actually true."
"You must have had a
long conversation," I said.
"I interviewed her
over a period of three days," said Hannah.
"Actually, to be honest, she interviewed
me over a period of three days. It
took her that long to agree to take the
position. We talked about anything and
everything, not just Timmy."
"How, exactly did you
meet this woman?" I asked.
"She's the cousin of
one of the techs I work with at the museum.
I mentioned that I was thinking about hiring a nanny and she
me to Snow Lily."
"What's she going to
think about Caitlin?" I wondered aloud.
"She already knows
about Caitlin. She says she will think
of us as sister wives."
"Apparently, back in
the day, Indian men liked to marry sisters, because they were more
get along with each other."
"Well how about
that," I said.
"Not that Snow Lily
is stuck in the past. She's thoroughly
modern. She simply embraces her tribe's
culture, both past and present."
"That's cool," I
said. "Maybe I'll learn some things
from her about Indians."
"I'm sure you
"Just out of curiosity,
did you interview anybody else?"
she said. "I like the way Snow Lily
looks at child rearing. She feels it's
just as important to care for the spirit of the child as the body."
"I don't have any
problem with that," I said. "I
don't suppose any of those other women were less attractive."
I was kidding. Okay,
I was trying to kid. It fell rather flat.
"I don't think you'll
have to worry about that. She likes
girls better than boys."
"That must have been
one doozey of an interview," I said.
"I told you, we
talked about pretty much everything. If
the nanny is going to live with us, then we need to make sure the fit
right. That's what I was trying to do."
Snow Lily was, in fact, a
gift from whatever gods her culture had worshiped in times past.
Suddenly, I had time to work again,
unencumbered by the need to drop everything and change a diaper or
hungry little boy. But in those times
when I wasn't working, I got to spend as much time as I wanted with my
son. Snow Lily had this uncanny ability
to disappear, off doing whatever she was doing, and then show back up
her services were needed for some reason.
Her accent was
delightful. Whether she was speaking
English, or her native Algonquian dialect, it was fun to hear the lilt
voice. She spoke to Timmy in Algonquian
frequently, switching back and forth between that and English.
One day I commented on it.
"You know, he's going
to grow up bilingual."
"I hope so," she
said, quite seriously. "That would
be a good thing."
"I agree," I
said. "But I could never learn
"You are probably
right," she said. "You are old
and your mind is like thick mud."
"Gee, thanks," I
said, making it clear I felt insulted.
"You cannot help
it. White people eat the wrong
things. Many of them think the wrong
things too. Or the wrong way, perhaps.
They do not exercise much either.
All this causes the brain to become a place
where thoughts cannot move freely."
"Gee, Snow Lily, tell
me what you really think," I said.
"I just did."
That was what Snow Lily
was like. She said what she meant, and
meant what she said. She didn't sugar
coat anything, or try to be politically correct. It
was refreshing as hell, because I got to
communicate that freely with her as well, and she didn't take offense.
Then again, I sometimes
got the impression that, to Snow Lily, nothing a white man ever said
With Hannah, though, her
demeanor was much more relaxed. They
became friends. They taught each other
how to cook their culture's dishes, and chatted about Timmy's day, and
progress he was making in becoming a man.
I'm serious. That's how it was
phrased sometimes. I actually heard Snow
Lily say, "He will become a good man.
I can tell." The way she
said it made it sound like that was a big deal.
Apparently, as far as
Lily was concerned, good men were few and far between.
She and Caitlin got along
fine, but they saw so little of each other that they didn't have much
get to know each other. When Hannah was
going to be home, such as weekends, Snow Lily was free to go off and do
whatever she wanted to. That apparently
included pursuing whatever kind of sex life she was interested in.
Her girlfriend, or whatever, never came to
our house. And I know she didn't go
"home" to sleep, when she wasn't at our house. Over
the first few months she was with us, I
caught enough bits and pieces of the chatter between her and Hannah to
that the home situation she had left, to come live with us, was not a
one. So I was pretty sure that those
nights she didn't come home, she was staying with her girlfriend.
I don't want to give the
impression that Snow Lily and I did not get along.
It was simply a more formal arrangement than she had with Hannah.
And she was worth twice
what we paid her. Almost all the stress
I'd been going through in my role as a father was reduced to the point
was smiling a lot more. I even started
going out and walking, trying to get more exercise so my brain wouldn't
quite so muddy.
By the time Timmy's
was ready to be born, Snow Lily was, quite simply, a part of the family.
Her attitude towards me was comical in many
ways. At least that's the way I decided
to look at it. She wasn't so formal with
me anymore, and her willingness to shoot from the hip was both
refreshing and a
little startling at the same time.
Like one day, when she
asked me to sit down at the kitchen table.
Normally, this meant she wanted to discuss something about how
being raised. Punishment issues were
decided in this "conference" fashion, for example.
So I sat down. She sat on the other
side, with Timmy on her
"Hannah is very close
to delivering," she said, for an opener.
"You are falling down
on the job as her husband."
explain," I said. I had learned
that this was the best course of action when talking to Snow Lily.
She liked to explain things, and it was much
easier and quicker to get to the meat of the matter when she did.
"She needs to be made
love to more. When you do that, it helps
the baby decide to come."
"I see," I said,
not seeing at all. It was very difficult
for Hannah and me to couple these days. The
expanse of her belly made it impossible
for me to be in any sort of "on top" position, and when she sat on
top of me, neither of us could see where we were joined.
She couldn't reach my cock any more, in that
position, unless she reached behind her, which was awkward.
I also wondered what a girl in her mid
twenties knew about what caused a woman to go into labor and what
"The baby is
grown," said Snow Lily. "She
is just comfortable in her safe cocoon, and needs to be coaxed out into
the world. You should be helping with
"It's ... um ...
difficult," I said.
"There are ways it
can be not difficult," she responded.
"I see," I said
again, still not seeing.
"No you do not.
Do not be stubborn, like so many men
are. Come. I
will show you."
"I beg your
pardon?" Her offer was so
startlingly plain that I was shocked.
She had shown no interest in me in any way, shape or form, and
was willing to show me how I could make love to Hannah to induce labor?!
"I will show you how
you can please her and cause her belly muscles to ripple."
okay." I was still stunned.
She turned and walked
away. Obviously I was supposed to
follow. And, obviously, I was going to
end up fucking Snow Lily.
is a word you need to become familiar with, if you aren't already.
Basically, it means evaluating the customs
and cultures of other people, based on your own values and customs.
Take, for instance, the "custom" in
our little family, of me having repeated sexual contact with women who
also close relatives of mine. That's a
PC way of saying incest. In western
culture, this is considered a bad thing to do, and people in America
consider me to be mentally ill, or evil and predatory if they found out I had been doing that.
But in other cultures
around the world, it is not only acceptable for an uncle to introduce
to sexual intercourse, it is actually applauded. Incest,
in those cultures, is not seen as
something wrong at all. We in the west,
tend to be ethnocentric about those people, because we think we're
Obviously we're right
about everything. Otherwise we wouldn't
believe what we do. Right?
I mean who believes things that are perceived as being wrong?
So I was a bit
ethnocentric in evaluating Snow Lily's offer to show me how to please
I assumed that meant she
was going to let me have sex with her.
And, being a man, I will
freely admit that I didn't foresee that as being an onerous task.
Maybe I am half satyr.
Anyway, when we got to
bedroom, I was already unbuttoning my shirt.
Snow Lily turned to speak
to me, saw what I was doing, and not being ethnocentric in the least,
me in her usual direct manner.
misunderstood. I will not lie with you.
I do not lie with men. I
am merely going to show you what can be
done to make her comfortable while you do your duty as a husband."
This is another reason
you should understand ethnocentricity.
You feel really stupid when you find out you jumped to erroneous
But one of the really
things about Snow Lily was that she forgave as easily as she pointed
someone's faults. Maybe forgot is the
better word there. Once she had recognized
me as the pig she no doubt thought I was, she ignored that fact.
She went to the linen
closet and came back with an armload of blankets and comforters.
Hannah and I slept with a lot of pillows,
because generally, after we made love, we didn't want to move, and
of pillows meant one was always handy to reach for to get comfortable
Snow Lily arranged
on the bed, and added folded and rolled up blankets.
Then, fully clothed, she arranged herself on
the bed in such a way that her head, back and butt were supported by
and her widespread knees were supported by the blankets.
Had she been naked, she would have been as
open an offering as any woman ever has been.
I saw the genius of this arrangement immediately, because her
lifted up off the bed a good eight inches, meaning I could stand on my
and be able to enter her easily.
"Now, climb onto the
bed and get between my thighs," ordered Snow Lily.
She might have made it
crystal clear that she would never have sex with me.
She might have made it crystal clear, in
fact, that she wouldn't have sex with any
But my cock didn't have
ears, and apparently wasn't aware that he wasn't getting lucky, because
sprang to life.
Snow Lily must have been aware of that sausage-shaped lump in the front of my pants, but she ignored it.
It turned out that I had
been wrong again. The idea wasn't for me
to just walk up to Hannah on my knees and plug in.
I had been close, in that interpretation, but
I got no cigar. Rather, it involved much
more genius than that.
She had me walk on my
knees, just as I had imagined. Then she
had me grasp her hips with both hands, and lean back, instructing me to
and pull. That dragged her down on her
pillows, and brought her jeans-clad pussy against my bulge.
"In this position you
can enter her, and then rock her back and forth on the pillows," she
Then she made me do
that. This caused her jeans clad pussy
to bump into my bulge repeatedly.
"While you do this,
you can touch her -má’ko’seo’o."
She reached for one of my
hands and placed it on her pubic mound, pressing my thumb directly on
-má’ko’seo’o obviously was.
that, I was bilingual. Well, at least in
terms of saying "clitoris." I
was pretty sure that wasn't going to come up in casual conversation any
my life, but you never know.
"And an orgasm will
help start her labor?"
She looked at me like I
was an idiot.
"No, when you excite
her, her hormones will excite the baby and make it move.
The more it moves, the more likely it will
rupture the placenta and then she can enter the pool and have the baby."
pool?" I repeated.
"She has chosen to
labor in a pool of warm water. Hasn't
she discussed this with you?"
"Not yet," I
said, trying to make it sound like I was sure that would be the first
Hannah said when she got home from work that day.
"Well, that is what
she wants. Remember, your thighs are
supporting some of her weight, and they help you rock her back and
you pleasure her with your fingers.
Getting into the correct position is the hard part.
The rest comes naturally."
"I see," I
said. And finally I did.
"You may let me go
now," she said.
I realized I was still
making small, subtle movements, pulling her against me.
"Sorry," I said.
"You are a man,"
she replied, as if that explained everything.
Actually, perhaps it did.
After Hannah got home
night and had spent an hour with Timmy, I told her about the bizarre
conversation Snow Lily had with me. I
didn't hold anything back.
Well, I didn't tell her I
got hard, but other than that I didn't hold anything back.
I suppose I didn't tell
her about unbuttoning my shirt, and assuming that Snow Lily was going
sex with me. But other than that I
didn't hold anything back.
interesting," said Hannah. "Show me."
The pillows and blankets
were still on the bed. Snow Lily was off
with Timmy somewhere. She levered
herself onto the stack of pillows and folded blankets.
she said, leaning back.
I climbed up and got into
position, lifting her butt to scoot my knees under her a little.
She was a lot heavier than Snow Lily had
"Like this," I
said, pulling her against me. "I
can move you back and forth and play with your -má’ko’seo’o to give you an
I was proud of myself for
working that word into casual conversation. I placed my thumb on
-má’ko’seo’o to help her bilingual vocabulary too.
"No, no," came
Snow Lily's voice from the open doorway of the bedroom.
Hannah and I both looked
over at her. She had Timmy on one hip.
"Not with your
clothes on," said the nanny.
"I was just showing
her what you taught me," I said.
"Well show her
naked!" said Snow Lilly, sounding exasperated. It
was clear to me that her original intent
was to add, "you stupid man!"
"We'll do that
later," said Hannah, unruffled.
"I'd like to be able to fall asleep after he works on me."
"If he does it right
you may not be able to fall asleep," said Snow Lily.
"If he does it right you may have to
enter the pool."
"I'm not due for
another four days," said Hannah.
"Babies know nothing of a calendar," said Snow Lily.
"What's this about
doing your labor in water?" I asked, suddenly remembering that part.
"I made arrangements
to use the birthing center in Shawnee to have the baby.
Didn't I tell you about that?"
said. "I'm completely in the
"They have birthing
pools you can lie in. They support your
weight and it's supposed to be easier on your body while you have
"There's a doctor on
staff, but they only call her if there's a problem."
You mean she's not there?"
"No, the midwife will
deliver the baby, unless she sees a problem the doctor needs to deal
I can't believe you didn't discuss this with
me, Hannah!" I said. I was a little
upset, which was strange, since I was still bumping Hannah's loins
"I'm sorry!" she
moaned. "I thought I did talk
to you about it. I've been so busy trying
to get the Farnsworth
exhibit up and running before I go into labor that I haven't had time
about much else."
"You obviously had
time to think about having the baby in a swimming pool," I complained.
"It's not a swimming
pool. It's more like a Jacuzzi.
And Shawnee is so much closer than Oklahoma
City. More convenient too."
"I get that.
And if you think this is a good way to have
the baby then that's fine. You're the
one going through it. I guess I just felt
a little left out."
"I'm sorry," she
said, reaching to touch my arms.
"Who is the
midwife?" I asked, more to keep the conversation going than out of real
Snow Lily, of course," she replied.
It turned out we got a
two-fer when we hired Snow Lily. Hannah
didn't know she was a trained, licensed midwife when she interviewed
the nanny position. That's because Snow
Lily didn't tell her that. And I don't
think she ever would have, except that they became friends, and Snow
decided that, because of that, Hannah deserved the best care available.
Obviously, the best care
was what Snow Lily could offer.
So, during one of their
innumerable chats, while cooking or taking care of Timmy or whatever,
discussed labor and delivery and Snow Lily revealed that she had
the birthing center. And, as they say,
the rest is history.
Now all of that may be
strange enough, but the strangeness was only started.
Snow Lily decided that,
quite possibly because I was a man, and not to be trusted to do things
correctly, that she would supervise my first attempt at "making
She stood by the bed and coached me while I
slid into Hannah and began playing with her
It was weird.
It was interesting. And
... it was spectacular.
That's because, right in
the middle of it all, as Hannah began bucking her hips upward and
was about to cum, Snow Lily leaned down and sucked one of Hannah's
It seems she knew that
Hannah loved that, and that it caused her orgasms to be intensified.
And it seems that Hannah
had already agreed that Snow Lily should do this.
Those must have been some
But the craziest thing of
Was that it worked.
I saw the imprint of an
elbow arc across the tight skin of Hannah's belly, and then a shoulder
An instant later a deluge
of fluid spurted out from around my cock, where it was plugged into
Her water had, in fact,
Having a midwife handy
when a pregnant woman goes into labor is ... well ... handy.
Not that Hannah didn't know how to proceed.
She'd done this twice before, after all.
And I knew what to do
which was get the car ready and keep out of Snow Lily's way as she
her charge through getting ready to go to the birthing center.
And I took care of Timmy,
Hannah gave me instructions on where to
go. There were people there who came out
to help get Hannah inside. I had already
been told to bring Timmy in, because there was child care available
Somebody put some thought
into it when they built this birthing center.
It was designed (I think) for single mothers who were having
second (or whatever) child. Those women
didn't have to scurry around looking for someone to take care of the
they already had, while they had another.
They could bring the kid(s) to the birthing center and they'd be
care of until she could take them home with the new baby.
They had rooms for
whatever kind of labor you chose to go through, from traditional beds
birthing pool Hannah had chosen. You
could get drugs, or deliver naturally.
It was just like a hospital, except there weren't a bunch of
all over the place.
And, either because
had done this before, or because the birthing pool was a good idea, her
was only four hours long. Snow Lily was
in the pool with her soothing her with touches and caresses, and doing
exams. When Hannah was completely
dilated, they moved out of the water to a cluster of pillows which put
in a position strikingly similar to what she'd been in our bed, when
Then, while two other
women dried her off, stroking her with soft towels, she held my hand
Ten minutes later our
brand new daughter lay squalling in Snow Lily's hands, unhappy that her
safe chamber was gone.
Things had gone quickly,
but I'd had time to call Caitlin and let her know that her mother was
labor. I had to leave a message because
my call went to voice mail.
It turned out she'd been
in class, where the professor got testy if phones rang, so she'd turned
off. Then, when she called me back, I
had my phone off, because I didn't want it interrupting Hannah's
concentration as she breathed her way through contractions.
So, since I wasn't
answering, and Kat didn't know where we were, she simply came the house.
That turned out to be about the time
Elizabeth Renee came into the world, at which point I turned my phone
and got Kat's message that she was on her way.
Rather than try to tell
her how to locate the birthing center, I just went and got her.
Hannah was resting, and little Elizabeth was
already lying at her breast, suckling sporadically.
Hannah was only producing colostrum, which
only seemed to interest Lizzy as something to play with, rather than
So, with Hannah and the
baby in good hands, I went and got Timmy and took him to go get his
sister. Or aunt. We
weren't sure what to have him call her
when he grew up.
Caitlin was beside
when I arrived, and berated me for not giving her more information.
She plied me for that as I drove her back to
the birthing center.
Once there, I checked
Timmy back into child care and took Caitlin to see her mother.
Elizabeth was sleeping,
lying happily on her mother's chest, wrapped in a warm blanket.
So they talked.
In one sense it was the first chance they'd
had in a long time to just sit and talk.
I was being ignored, which was fine. I was hungry anyway.
There was a cafeteria in the place,
somewhere, so I decided to go find it. I
stepped outside and ran into Snow Lily.
"Thank you," I
said. "How much do we owe
"We'll talk about
that later," she said. "You
performed well. I was surprised."
This was pure Snow Lily, willing to talk
about anything, and saying exactly what was on her mind.
said. "I'm hungry. You
want to get something to eat?"
"Thank you, but
no. I have things to do.
She reached into a pocket. "Here is
a list of things to stock for
when Elizabeth comes home."
"I'll make sure we
have everything," I said.
"I'm sure you
will. You are not bad, for a man."
She was so serious I gave
her a little bow and said, "I'm honored."
"You should be,"
she muttered, and moved off.
The birth had gone so
smoothly that it was hoped Hannah could go home the next day.
Poor Elizabeth never got to lie down to
sleep. She ate about every hour, and
when her mother wasn't holding her, Caitlin was. It
wasn't that Kat hadn't been around a baby
before. She'd been there when Timmy was
born, and had helped take care of him before he and Hannah had moved to
Oklahoma. But new babies exert a pull on
most women. It probably has something to
do with encouraging them to have their own.
That's not just an idle
thought, by the way.
I say that because, when
Kat finally gave up possession of Elizabeth, to let me take her back
sleep, once we got there, she commenced to start the process of having
We were tired.
She was still filled with whatever hormones
holding a new baby unleashes in a woman.
And we didn't actually plan on making love right away.
By that, I mean that, while we hugged and
kissed, and she said she wanted to sleep with me that night, she also
"But I'm too tired for sex right now.
I'll be ready in the morning, though."
And that was fine with
me. I was tired too. And
I'd been spending a heck of a lot of time
recently lying naked with Hannah and not having sex, so I was used to
And that would have been
fine, had we not awakened in the middle of the night and, half asleep,
against each other, coupling gently, almost accidentally, as suddenly
was inside her while our lips kissed hungrily.
We weren't exactly awake, but we weren't asleep either.
And then I was awake, and
hot breasts were pressed against my chest, and there was no belly full
in the way, and the urge to be on top flashed through me, and I rolled
of her and started fucking her in earnest.
And, whether it was the residual effect of those hormones I
or the fact that she hadn't been laid in quite a while, she responded
It wasn't until she had
spasmed her way through an orgasm, during which her pussy muscles
sperm from my balls, that we made the conscious observation that we'd
And, because it's easy to
assume that cumming in her two or three times isn't any more dangerous
doing it once, we didn't install a condom on my cock the next two times
sex again before we finally got dressed to go see if Hannah could come
It might also have had
something to do with how she moaned, that first time I jetted in her,
whispered, "I'd forgotten how good it feels when you spurt in me."
Being astute readers, I'm
sure you've already made the assumption that this short, repetitive
do what we'd always done before, bore, shall we say ... fruit.
And, being astute
you would be correct.
It turned out that
was ovulating that night. So her
hormones were already at a peak, in terms of Mother Nature urging her
seed for her garden. Add in what she felt
as she held Lizzy, and she was a goner.
I'm just a man. Ask Snow Lily.
So I did what men do.
And, as one child was
brought into the world ... we made another.
Of course nobody knew
then. But once Hannah was safely
ensconced back home, Caitlin went back to school, saying she'd missed
classes already, and couldn't afford to miss any more.
Missing classes, as it
turned out, weren't the only thing she missed.
She's not stupid.
When, roughly two weeks later, she didn't
start her period on time, she thought back to the primary reason why
be. She was one of those girls you could
set your clock by, in terms of her being "on time."
And she'd never missed a period before this.
She decided, though, to
wait and see, rather than to investigate.
Which is why she didn't
get a home pregnancy test until a month later, when she missed another
I'll never forget her
showing up, looking like her puppy got run over, and handing that wand
"I made a
mistake," she said, tears running down her cheeks.
Hannah looked at the
and set it aside. Lizzy happened to be
eating at the moment, something I liked to watch, and not just because
nipples and a little taste of sweet, warm milk now and then.
So I was there.
"Have you been
dating?" asked Hannah, quietly.
Hannah turned her head to
look at me.
"I thought you two
cried Caitlin. "Except ..."
She didn't finish. I spoke up.
I wasn't going to make her do this alone.
"The night Elizabeth
was born," I said. "We were
tired, and just went to bed to sleep.
But we woke up in the middle of the night. We
were sleepy and didn't realize what was
happening until it was too late."
Lizzy fussed, having lost the nipple, and
Hannah coaxed it back into her mouth.
"Like mother, like
daughter," she said.
That was Caitlin.
"I let him make love
to me that one time, and Timmy was the result.
The man's a satyr, Caitlin. You
"I know!" cried
Caitlin. "And we were always so
Caitlin opened her mouth
and, horrified, I expected her to say something like, "Well, it wasn't
just once. He nailed me again in the
morning, and then dumped another load in me just before we came to
"And once is all it
Another tear spilled out of the eye I could
see, and ran down her cheek.
"Well, you were going
to move in and live with us next year anyway," said Hannah, her voice
businesslike. "And with Snow Lily
being here, you can still go to school.
This will not interrupt your education."
Caitlin perked up. "I can still go
Having a baby isn't the end of the
"But I wasn't ready
to have a baby!" complained
"I wasn't either, but
you don't hear me complaining."
You complained constantly before Timmy was
"That was before I
was living with his father. Things are
much better now."
I preened, but nobody
"This may, however,
put a crimp in finding you a husband," said Hannah.
Caitlin looked startled.
I don't want a husband!"
"Having a husband can
be a wonderful, fulfilling relationship," said Hannah.
"Why would I need a
husband?" asked Kat.
She looked at me.
"When I have Uncle
I think what happened, in
this situation, is that Caitlin did not spend enough time around her
me, to recognize that my sister and I now acted more like husband and
than brother and sister. As I said
before, our sibling relationship was always there, under the surface,
bound us together more than any spoken vows could have.
But in our day to day activities, we had
transitioned to being primarily mates, and parents to Timmy.
But because she hadn't
seen this transition, or spent enough
time with us to recognize it, Caitlin still saw me as ... unencumbered.
I was her lover. I
was also her mother's lover.
But in Caitlin's mind
were clearly sharing me.
And that meant that I was
just as available to her, as I was to her mother. On
a multitude of levels.
At the same time, she
hadn't really thought about all
She was fully involved in
being a teenager in college. She loved
learning, and making new friends. She
loved the social life she was involved in.
She had lots of friends, both male and female.
She was able to be friends with the males
because she was "taken" and they knew that. They'd
never met this mysterious man she
loved, and was committed to, but they knew he existed.
So the guys didn't have to play the
social/sexual games they usually did, because Caitlin wasn't available.
I'm sure they still lusted after her, but
they didn't do anything about it. At
least not with her.
Now, though, she had to
think about the world in different terms.
She had always planned on moving in with us during her sophomore
and, at least to some extent, leaving her carefree co-ed life behind.
She just hadn't expected to be doing that
while taking care of a baby.
At least not her
Now, she would finish her
first year of college in May. And she
would be seven months pregnant when she did that.
Snow Lily, as it turned
out, was delighted. As soon as she found
out Caitlin was pregnant, she started lobbying to be her midwife.
Hannah, as it turned out,
processed things a little differently than I did. What
that means is that nice little speech I
gave you before, about us being more husband and wife than brother and
was a little premature.
Well ... that's what
I thought at the time. But
Hannah wasn't right there with me.
Part of that was the fact
that she gave Elizabeth my last name, just as she had Timothy.
I thought that was all about how she felt
about me. As it turns out, she simply
felt that giving them Chad's name would not serve his memory, or serve
well in their own futures. And they
were mine. When they went
to school, I'd be the one
going to parent/teacher conferences and all that, so it just made sense
their names should be the same as mine.
That's what people expected, so that's what she gave them.
So it had more to do with logic than emotion.
The other thing was that
she knew that, regardless of how we lived, she could not marry me.
So "marriage" wasn't how she
thought about us. "Marriage"
would have been a lot simpler for her, but instead, she patched
something that, in her mind, was analogous to classifying me as a
"brother, with privileges." It
was more complicated than that, but that's an easy way of stating it.
So, actually, when
said, "Why would I need a husband if I have Uncle Bob?" ... Hannah
Not that she jumped right
on the bandwagon. That was part of what
I meant when I said it was more complicated than that.
But, over time, she adjusted to the idea that
part of Caitlin's fantasies about me might include the idea that she
me more as a husband than an uncle. Or a
guy she might think of as a husband half a dozen years from now.
But having a baby growing
inside her changed things quite a bit.
This is all just a simple
way of trying to explain what was an incredibly complicated meld of two
who loved each other, and a man they both loved, who happened to be the
man the American public would castigate for being in the position I was
Plus we were raising a
bunch of babies together.
That's pretty much
it. That's my attempt at explaining how
all this happened.
Oh, there was more I
tell you about, but I'd be repeating myself.
Caitlin came to live with us in May the next year, and Snow Lily
in the birthing pool in July. She had a
bouncing baby boy she named Charles Bradley.
Unlike her mother, she decided his last name should be the same
last name. I think that was just a
product of her youth. She didn't think
ahead like Hannah did.
It turned out not to
matter, which is something I suppose I should
tell you about before I let you go.
By the time Caitlin
with a degree in architecture, she still thought of me as filling the
role of a
husband. So much so that she convinced
me to lie to the great state of Oklahoma in the application for a
license, and say we were not related.
The clerk for the great state of Oklahoma, it turned out, didn't
look at the form. She just stated, in a
bored voice that had said the same thing countless times before, that
license should arrive in two weeks, and that if it didn't, to contact
Three weeks later Caitlin
and I stood before a justice of the peace in Oklahoma City and we got
Do I feel bad about lying
to the great state of Oklahoma?
And what are they going to do if they find
out? You think lying on a form is going
to make them any more disgusted than the fact that I got my niece
forgot that part too. Sorry.
I just know this has been long, and probably boring, so I was
let you go on to other things.
Caitlin's second was a
girl too. Like mother, like daughter,
huh? We named her Catherine Jean.
She was born after we were married, and I
adopted Charles, which involved more lying.
How was I supposed to explain how I was, in fact, the biological
of the boy I was asking to adopt, and then have to explain all that?
So anyway, we got
and Kat graduated, and went into business with me.
The house is full of happy, chattering kids,
who have the best nanny in the civilized world.
They love her and she loves them.
The only problem is when some child yells "Mommy!" and wants
something. First, you have to figure out
which Mommy is being referred to. Plus,
"Nanny" sounds a lot like "Mommy" when it comes out of a
And things are great.
Both Hannah and Kat are on birth control,
because the family is big enough for now.
Possibly forever. But they don't
want me to get a vasectomy yet. They
said they'd let me know when.
So here I am.
I have a great life, with a great business,
and two great sister wives. I have
smart, loving children. It all seems to
be working out.
There was a
time when I had thought how unworkable it would be to try to satisfy
teenage girls without falling in love with them, and they with me,
ending up in
some crazy polygamous lifestyle. I had
known that would be impossible, that I could never make something like
that with three women work.
were only two women in my little harem.
And it was
going really well. It turned out I
could make that work.
So why am I
spilling all this to you, like some poor, depressed guy buying too many
as he bends the bartender's ear?
that Ashley and Emma have graduated too.
Ashley got a degree in landscape design, and Emma studied
rooms Hannah had me design into the house?
Ashley and Emma all the time ... just waiting for them to earn their
they could contribute to the business.
arrive next week.
And move in
that they never married, and have no boyfriends.
What the fuck am I going to do now?
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