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Saving Private Brian
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
What do you do when the last fertile male in the family
tree is going off to war? You try to ensure that the
line goes on, of course. Brilliant minds work alike,
and in this family there are a LOT of brilliant minds.
(FMfm, family, inc, ped, mast, oral, size, humor,
military, preg)
***
WARNING: This story is intended to be a humerous look
at the concept of the "Sole Surviving Son" in terms of
Military service. As a plot vehicle it uses Operation
Desert Storm. The author served in Desert Storm,
proudly and with honor. This story is not a commentary
on the current war in Iraq, or on the political
decisions that have been made in the past. Nor is it
intended to make light of the facts and circumstances
depicted in the movie "Saving Private Ryan".
I have nothing but respect for each and every man and
woman in uniform, and my heart goes out to all their
families, particularly those who have lost a family
member to any kind of military service. For that
reason, if you have lost a loved one during time of
conflict or war, DO NOT READ THIS STORY! I do not wish
to cause pain or unhappy memories about that loss.
Bob
***
Saving Private Brian
Chapter One
Brian Thackery was a normal kid who graduated High
School in about the middle of his class. He wasn't a
sports star, he didn't have a magnificent singing
voice, he couldn't bring himself to speak in public and
he looked as normal as any other boy in his late teens.
But, Brian Thackery had just done something momentous.
And what he'd done would change not only his own life,
but the lives of a large number of other people, some
of whom he didn't even know yet.
It was May of 1990, and Brian Thackery was so excited
he was about to pee his pants. He left the Military
Examination and Processing Station (MEPS), having just
joined the United States Army. He'd passed the physical
and taken the oath of enlistment, along with sixty-five
other young men and women. He was due to report to
Basic Training in only a month, and after that he'd go
to something called Advanced Individual Training, which
they called A.I.T.
All that was exciting, but the MOST exciting part was
when he'd gone into the big computer room to find out
what job he'd be trained in. The guy at the computer
asked him some questions, typed in a query, turned
around and said: "Ever thought about being an MP?"
Not only had Brian never thought about it, the only
image he could come up with in his mind of an MP was a
big scary looking bruiser he'd seen in an episode of
M*A*S*H one time. Everybody had been afraid of that
guy.
Hmmmmmmm.
Now, as he walked out of the building, on his way back
home, in his shirt pocket was a piece of paper that
said he'd be trained in MOS (Military Occupational
Specialty) 95B, which meant... Military Police. He was
still numb. He was going to be a cop!
And not only was he going to be an MP, the school for
that was right down the road from his house in good old
Anniston, Alabama! He couldn't wait to get home and
tell his family.
Brian's family consisted of his two sisters, Liz and
Patty, who were twins and a year younger than he was,
his mother, Nancy, and his father, Tom. His family may
as well have included his Aunt Jill, who lived two
houses away, and her daughter Beth, who was his age,
but was still a Senior. She should have graduated with
him, but had missed a year of school because she'd had
mono, and there had been complications. She'd almost
died. But she was healthy now and had regained that
special healthy glow he'd always thought made her good
looking.
His Uncle Bob, who he'd never actually known, had died
just before Beth was born. Aunt Jill blamed his death
on Agent Orange, from when Uncle Bob was a Navy SEAL in
Viet Nam. He was a lot older than Aunt Jill when they
got married. Brian didn't know much more than that.
They didn't talk about Uncle Bob much because it was
too sad.
When he got home supper was in full swing. Aunt Jill
and Beth were there, which was pretty much normal.
Supper at the Thackery house was a fairly noisy
proposition any time, and with two additional "talkity
wimmen" as his father liked to say, it was downright
loud.
It got positively quiet though, when he slammed the
screen door and swaggered into the kitchen. They all
knew where he had been.
That he was joining the Army was a favorite topic of
"conversation" in the house. Aunt Jill ranted and
railed that he had no business going off on a "dang
fool adventure" when he was the "last remaining seed of
the Thackery line". She was his mother's sister, but
she had adopted the Thackery clan as if born into it.
Everybody knew that talk about Brian joining the Army
brought back painful memories of Jill's husband.
Brian's sisters, having been warned throughout their
early teens to "keep shy of those Fort McClellan boys",
meaning the soldiers who trained at the post not far
from their house, thought the idea that their brother
was going to be a soldier was just gross.
But his parents were just about busting with pride.
And, really, that was all that mattered to him.
His father was the first to speak. "Well? How'd it go?
What did you get? Infantry? Armor?" Tom had a few
friends who worked at Ft McClellan and had learned some
of the language over the years.
"You", drawled Brian, "are looking at a brand new
ninety-five Bravo!"
His father knew what that meant. Most of Ft McClellan
was reserved for the training of the MP Corps. "You
have GOT to be shitting me." he grumbled. Like most
Annistonians, he loved the money that those soldiers
brought to town, but he shuddered at the thought of all
those horny seventeen and eighteen year old boys out on
the streets... the same streets as his two virginal -
and lovely - daughters.
"What's a ninety-five bravo?" asked Beth, who'd had a
crush on her cousin for years.
Brian pushed out his chest. "MP" he said proudly.
"What's an MP?" said Beth, not realizing she was
staring cow-eyed at her handsome cousin.
Everybody at the table turned and stared at her.
Everybody in Anniston knew what an MP was. The whole
town was flooded with them. Beth, however, was the
stereotypical blond, beautiful, fun to be around, and
just a little ditzy. She knew there was an Army post in
town, but that's about all.
Patty piped up. "It means Military Penis, Beth" she
said in a completely normal voice.
Bedlam ensued, and it almost fractured supper. Nancy,
ever the southern matriarch, sent Patty to her room
saying "and you can leave that plate right where it is
little missy". Then, even though Beth was bright red in
the face, supper went on. Brian sat down at his
sister's now empty place and began to finish her
supper.
Nancy watched her handsome son eating and sighed. An
MP! Of all things... a skirt chasing MP!
Every female in town had been hit on by a soldier from
the fort at one time or another. Jill was approached
with great regularity, as she had decided not to wear
her ring any more because it caused her to "remember".
She worked at the "Super Trooper" which was a place
that sold uniform items, accessories and accouterments
aimed at soldiers in general and MPs in particular.
Of course the reason Jill was the object of so many
advances MIGHT have been that, at thirty-four, she was
a stone fox. Bob had come back from Nam and had
commenced to make up for lost time. He did so with his
next door neighbor's daughter, Jill, who was only 16 at
the time. When it became obvious, based on her swelling
belly, that more than just kisses had been exchanged,
he married her, only to fall deathly ill a few months
later and waste away in a most horrible fashion.
So, at age seventeen, she had been left alone with a
baby girl, thankfully quite normal, and Bob's life
insurance and some other benefits. She worked because
she didn't want to sit home bored. She ran to keep in
shape, and it worked. She was a bouncy, vivacious
woman, with somewhat smallish breasts, but loads of
thick honey blond hair and a classic look about her
that some men might have characterized as "Ripe
Southern Woman."
Nancy was five years older than her sister, and had
already been gone and married when Jill met Bob. And
Nancy had been pregnant with Brian. She sometimes
wondered if that was why Jill had been so careless as
to get with child... out of envy. Now, almost forty,
even Nancy got regular slow, up and down stares from
the uniformed men she saw on the streets, or at the
market. Until now it had been flattering. But now her
own SON was going to be one of those men!
Still, she was tickled, knowing that even though he
wouldn't be allowed to come home much at first, she'd
get to see him a whole lot more than if he'd shipped
off to some other state for his training.
It being a more or less celebratory atmosphere, they
had an impromptu party. Beth asked for and received
permission to spend the night with the twins and the
three girls disappeared into their room while the
adults sat and talked about things in general.
Brian, for the first time, was included in the adult
ritual of sipping whiskey (Rebel Yell brand, of course)
and shooting the bull.
In the girls bedroom, there was a different ritual
going on. The talk there was about boys, and what boys
liked to do, especially with girls, and just how far
you should allow a boy to go, and what that felt like.
Soon the room smelled faintly of pussy, as three
teenage girls got excited dreaming about what they'd
LIKE to do with a boy.
The first sixteen weeks flew by for Brian. He was in
pretty good shape when he got to Basic, and though they
pushed him physically, his body adapted. His chest
thickened from pushups, his stomach flattened from sit-
ups, and his wind improved from running. He found he
was an expert shot with a rifle, and he won top honors
in his company for marksmanship, able to shoot as well
as his Drill Sergeants.
He was even better with the 9mm Baretta pistol they
handed him when he went to the pistol range. Though the
weapon was loose from having been shot ten or fifteen
thousand times already, he had an unerring sense of
when to squeeze the trigger, and where the bullet would
hit. When they used man sized silhouettes he shot the
center of the target to pieces.
There began to be rumors. Saddam Hussein had invaded
Kuwait, and the Commander in Chief was PISSED about it.
The Army was going to be sending troops, and they'd
need a lot of MPs.
In their 14th week Brian got a pass and went home.
All the talk there was of Kuwait.
"Do you think you'll have to go?" asked his mother
worriedly.
"Nobody knows, mom" he said. There are rumors that
they'll leave us together as a Company and go that way.
There are rumors we'll all be sent wherever, and some
of those units will go and some won't. There are rumors
that, by the time we get out of AIT it will all be
over. Nobody knows."
Two weeks later, they all attended graduation. It was
the first time the women in the family had actually
seen any soldiers doing anything other than shopping in
stores, or getting something to eat. As they watched
the handsome young men marching and standing at
attention and going through the rituals associated with
graduation, every one of them felt a tingle somewhere
behind her belly button.
Beth in particular knew she'd have to change her
panties when she got home, as she watched Brian walk
across the stage to receive his certificate and new
orders. He was so handsome, and tall, and his shoulders
were so broad. She daydreamed about running her hands
over his chest muscles as an officer announced his name
and that he was going to be assigned to the 501st MP
Company in some town in Germany.
His mother turned to her husband. "Germany! That's
good, isn't it? I mean that's not Kuwait."
Tom just patted Nancy's hand and said "He'll be just
fine dear. There's nothing to worry about." He didn't
tell her that most of the troops that would go first
would be the ones who were already in overseas billets.
Particularly those stationed in Germany.
Brian got 30 days leave before he had to ship out, and
he was ready for what he called "slack time". His
sisters noticed differences in him right away. He was
more confidant, less likely to respond when they tried
to tease him, and when he did respond it was...
different.
One example was the second night he was home, when
Patty, walking down the hall toward the bathroom. She
brushed by him and said "How's the Military Penis
today?"
He just kept walking and said "It grew about three
inches in basic training. I had to get new pants.
Bigger ones. They were pissed."
He left her with her mouth hanging open. He'd said it
so calmly, like it was actually true! She was so unsure
about it that she told her sister what he'd said that
night.
Liz laughed. "No way. A man's penis CAN'T grow three
inches after say... I don't know, maybe age fifteen?"
Patty still didn't know. He'd sounded so serious. "But
I mean, look at his shoulders. They're wider. And his
arms are HUGE. And I swear he's taller than he was when
he went there. I mean maybe other things could get
bigger too."
Liz wanted to act like she knew everything, but she
wasn't so sure any more. "Well, it doesn't really
matter. We'll never know, right? I mean even if we saw
it we wouldn't know if it was bigger or not." She
changed the subject. "Did you hear Daddy and Momma
talking after dinner tonight?" She sounded worried.
"No. what's up?" asked Patty.
"Daddy said that place Brian's going to is part of some
division or something and that they're all going to go
to Saudi Arabia in December. That's when Brian gets
there!"
They'd been listening to the news. Everybody who knew a
soldier had been listening to the news lately. They
talked about it into the night. They were both worried
about their brother.
Two days later was Jill's birthday. Nancy arranged a
big party for her, with Bar-B-Q and corn on the cob,
and cornbread and lots of other goodies. It started at
noon, and by three O'clock the Rebel Yell had been
brought out. Jill, moaning that at age 35 her life was
probably almost over, drank her fair share and was in
her cups by suppertime. Since everyone had been eating
pretty much all afternoon, supper consisted mostly of
sitting down at the table and just talking over desert.
Jill was on a rant.
"It's not FAIR!" she lisped, weaving a little. "Brian
is the LAST of the Thackery line, and he shouldn't have
to go off and get himself KILLED in some stupid war."
Nancy spoke up. "We'll have none of THAT kind of talk.
You may be my sister, and I love you, but I don't want
to hear any nonsense about him being killed."
Jill got up and went over to Brian, who had sat quietly
through her tirade. She plopped herself down on his lap
and put her arms around him. "I don't want you to go."
she started sniffling. "You're the last of the Thackery
seed."
"MOTHER!" cried an embarrassed Beth, who didn't like it
at all that her mother (instead of her) was sitting on
the man she loved.
"Have you no SHAME?" squealed Nancy, who was also
uncomfortable with the fact that her sister's buttocks
were firmly planted on her son's groin. Jill's
continued reference to Brian as the 'Last of the
Thackery seed' caused pictures to appear in Nancy's
head that she was ashamed of. And her sister was
sitting right on all that... seed.
Suddenly Jill's head snapped up and her eyes opened
wide. She struggled briefly, wiggling all over Brian's
lap in the process, and then managed to haul herself up
off of him. She turned around, bent over and stared
owlishly into Brian's lap. He was blushing.
"HEY there soldier boy!" crowed Jill. "Is that a MOUSE
in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?!"
"MU-THER!" cried Beth.
"Oh my word" gasped Nancy and started fanning her face
with a place mat.
The twins leaned over to look interestedly in their
brother's lap.
"OK, that's it." said Tom. "You've had enough to drink.
I think you need a little nap Jill." He looked
meaningfully at his wife and Nancy got up and took
charge of her wobbly sister.
"Come on you hussy." she scolded gently. "You're
staying the night. You're in no condition to go home."
She led Jill off to the guest bedroom down in the
basement. When she came back she looked at Beth. "You
can stay the night too dear, if you want to."
Beth's eyes darted at Brian, and then she looked down
at the pie in front of her.
Later that night, a full and drowsy Private Brian
Thackery undressed for bed. It was hot in the house,
but he didn't want to open a window. Instead he just
went to bed naked and lay on top of the covers. He was
asleep within two minutes of his head hitting the
pillow.
Next door the twins and Beth were huddled together,
worriedly talking about what Beth's mother had said. It
was true. Brian WAS the last male of the Thackery line.
If something happened to him in Kuwait or wherever,
there would never be another Thackery born. All three
went to bed thinking about that.
Three hours later Brian got up to use what he now
called the latrine. He'd had too much to drink, and he
was paying the price for it now. He heard the mantle
clock strike two times. Oh-two-hundred, he thought,
automatically thinking in military time.
When he got back to his room there was someone bending
over his bed.
"Brian?" came an attempted whisper. Whoever it was was
talking to an empty bed. There as light from the street
light coming through the window and he could see that
it was his Aunt Jill. Or at least her hair. She was
naked too, he noticed with some interest. Her hands
went down to the bed, still made up and obviously
empty. "Brian?" she said plaintively.
"Yes?" he said softly from right behind her. He was
staring at her naked buttocks in the dim light. They
shone, brightly pale. She jerked up and turned around
with a little shriek.
"SHIT" she whispered loudly. "You just about scared the
pee out of me!"
Brian wasn't really listening to her though. Instead he
was staring at her breasts. They were much larger than
he would have believed, round and heavy looking, and
they were shaking back and forth from the violence of
her turn when he spoke. Each one had a thick dark
nipple on it. Brian felt his prick start to stiffen.
She was gorgeous... even in the DARK!
Jill's arms came up and she lurched toward him. "Oh
baby" she sniffed, her arms going around him. The
breasts he had just been staring at were pressed
against his chest. They were hot and surprisingly firm
and she smelled like some kind of perfume. She hugged
him tightly and his cock bloomed to full hard. He felt
it press into something soft... like hair.
"What are you doing Aunt Jill?" he whispered,
swallowing.
"You're going off to war baby" she whispered back.
"You're the last of the Thackery seed."
He'd heard that enough times that he was tired of it.
"OK, so I'm the last of the Thackery seed. What are you
doing in here... like that?"
Instead of answering him, Jill kissed him. It was a
nice kiss too. In fact it was a FANTASTIC kiss. She
pulled him toward the bed, and their lips pulled apart.
"I have to do this." she mumbled. "I HAVE to do this.
It's for the family!"
Brian, having drunk his fair share of Rebel Yell
himself, didn't function as he might have normally. He
had some idea of what was going on, not being
completely stupid. And, he had had more than a couple
of beat off fantasies about the woman whose naked body
was presently pressed against his own.
But Brian Thackery was a virgin, and while he had some
idea of what was going on, he hadn't the faintest idea
of how to help it along. That he WANTED to help it
along was plain, based on the fact that he had the
hardest boner of his entire life. So Brian took the
easy road and just went where his Aunt wanted him to
go.
That was why he ended up on top of his Aunt while she
squirmed under him, her hands pulling and pushing and
her body writhing under him as she got him into
position to ensure that at least SOME of the last of
the Thackery seed got deposited firmly in what she used
to call her 'Sperm Bank'. She did this by the simple
expedient of getting a grip on the finest feeling
erection she had felt in years and years, and pulling
it to the mouth of her wet and slippery pussy. Then she
let nature take it's course.
Brian, feeling the tip of his cock engulfed in soft
heat, did what came naturally and thrust hard. He
skewered his Aunt's pussy with one violent thrust,
which elicited an "Ooof" from her, followed almost
immediately by a murmured "Oh Brian! I had NO idea!"
There followed a generally uncoordinated and somewhat
spastic sequence of thrusts and grunts, primarily made
by Brian, and about twenty seconds later he made his
very first deposit in the Bank of Love. He announced it
by saying what could be loosely translated as "Unnnggg"
which is the universal language of love and means "Here
it comes, please don't stop me now."
She didn't. The fact that she didn't come even close to
having her own orgasm was overshadowed by the fact that
she got exactly what she wanted... a pussy just chock
full of the last of the Thackery seed. She showered him
with kisses and little whispered lies about what a
fantastic lover he was, and how much she had missed all
this, and how glad she was that she got to experience
an expert like him. All this to milk the last dregs
from his balls.
Her somewhat inebriated plan to have a Thackery baby
had been kicked off. According to her somewhat
inebriated plan, she had another twenty-six days to get
enough of that Thackery seed in her to ensure the
survival of the line. Having just experienced what was
probably the biggest and longest penis she had ever had
in her, she decided that it wasn't going to be much of
a sacrifice after all. But she WOULD have to do
something about his propensity to give her what she
wanted... a little more quickly than she wanted it.
Brian stared at the dark ceiling after his aunt left.
His balls hurt just a little. He'd never cum that hard
in his life and he could barely remember it. He swore
off whiskey for the rest of his leave and then fell
asleep.
Chapter Two
The next morning was a Saturday, and everybody slept
in, mostly because of the fact that there were three
'dead soldiers' sitting in the bottom of the trash can,
which still smelled a little like sour mash whiskey.
When Nancy finally hauled herself out of bed, she went
into Southern Wife mode and rustled up a mess of
pancakes, grits, ham and eggs. She woke everyone up and
told them to come eat breakfast. She waited until last
for Brian, who, to her mind, deserved his rest more
than the rest. She opened the door to find her tall
handsome and very naked son lying on top of the bed in
peaceful repose. She crossed the room and stood,
drinking in the beauty of the fruit of her loins.
Naturally, her gaze was drawn to what is known as a
man's morning woody. She frowned at the mess of crusty
white that was mixed in with his soft brown pubic hair.
Her poor baby had had to masturbate last night! Her
sister's reference to his seed popped into her mind.
Jill knew that Tom was shooting blanks these days,
thanks to a vasectomy. So, what was making a mess at
the base of his very impressive erection was, in fact,
the last of the Thackery seed.
She stared at it for a long time. Then, shaking
herself, she woke him up and told him it was time for
breakfast.
Brian stumbled from his bed into the bathroom for a
shower, something he did every morning during basic
training and AIT. And showers in the Army were always
just about exactly the same. He noticed right away that
something was different.
In the barracks, there was no naked girl already in the
shower when he got there.
He stopped, his brain still a little fuzzy and was
standing there when his sister Liz pulled back the
shower curtain to talk to the shadow outside, who she
was quite sure was her sister Patty. She started to ask
Patty if she'd heard anything funny in the middle of
the night, like a woman in pain or something.
Instead of seeing her sister, however, she saw her
brother's very impressive morning woody.
As the SECOND Thackery woman of the day to see that
stiff prick, her response was remarkably similar to
that of the first. The last thing she'd thought about
last night was the possibility that there would be no
more little Thackeries running around in the world.
Now, as surprised as she was by the sight, one of the
first things she thought about was that there, in front
of her, was the very instrument that could PRODUCE a
little Thackery. She felt a very un-sisterly warmth in
her belly and, thinking of babies, put her hand
protectively over her own flat stomach.
At the same time, Brian got a clear shot of his
sister's naked, wet body which, as a normal teenaged
brother, he had been trying to get a look at for years.
Her breasts were round, like half of an oversized soft
ball, and were topped by cute pink nipples that made
moisture magically appear in his mouth. Below that was
a nest of wet brown fur that his brain recognized as
uncharted territory that his prick was anxious to...
well... chart.
But, being a big strong enforcer of the law, he clamped
down on his urge to climb in there with his sister and
just breed the fuck out of her.
"Oops" he slurred. "Sorry. Didn't know anybody was in
here. Gotta pee."
He turned to leave and Liz saw that very interesting
penis preparing to vanish as quickly as it had
appeared, which she wasn't sure she wanted to happen.
"Wait!" she yipped. When he stopped, she said "Um...
it's OK. I mean we're all adults here, right?" The fact
that she was seventeen and hadn't even finished High
School yet wasn't the first thing Brian thought about.
His eyes saw what was undeniably an at least mostly
adult female body.
"Uh, yeah I guess so." was his response.
"So go" she said, looking at the stool. "I'll just
finish up in here." She ducked back inside the shower,
making sure that the curtain wasn't completely closed,
so she could continue to look at the vessel that held
that most precious of commodities... the last... of the
Thackery seed.
Her eyes widened as he swayed over to the toilet,
pushed his thick rod down and stood patiently as he
waited for his bladder to unclench so he could empty
it. Not even thinking that his sister might be
watching, he jacked on his cock a couple of times to
encourage it to allow his urine to move through it.
Liz stifled a gasp as his glans was uncovered. THAT was
supposed to go in a girl? He had to be a mutant or
something. Any girl he shoved THAT thing in would need
911 and a doctor with a LOT of suture materials. Then
her knees went weak as a strong gush of urine shot out
of the tip and thundered into the toilet.
He went... and went... and went. And then it stopped
and started up again as her jaw dropped. She'd never
seen a man's organ expel anything, but she knew it
expelled semen. If it did it like this they wouldn't
even need an ambulance for the poor girl. She'd be dead
of drowning by the time he got through.
She was so repelled by the sight that she was extra
shocked to find that two of her fingers were digging
into her obviously excited pussy as the water poured
over her. She decided she was probably crazy. This time
when he turned to leave, she let him. She rubbed a
little more and had an orgasm so strong she had to sit
down in the tub to keep from falling down.
Breakfast was normally a loud and confusing concern in
the Thackery household. This morning it was decidedly
odd. Brian, his head achy, sat quietly, which was not
normal. His aunt darted glances at him and ate quietly,
which was also not normal. Liz wasn't hungry, which was
DECIDEDLY abnormal.
Nancy, visions of a tall, thick, fertile Thackery penis
in her mind, dished out food like they were all
starving lumberjacks. Patty was acting strangely,
eating mechanically, like something was on her mind.
Beth was trying to talk, but couldn't find anyone who
would talk back to her. Tom was staring at his plate,
wondering how he was going to avoid eating all that
food without hurting his wife's feelings. He decided to
slip some of it to the dog while he diverted the
others’ attention.
"So" he said, handing the dog down a fistful of bacon.
He almost lost a finger and snatched it back up,
looking at it. "What are you all doing today?"
Jill said "I have some things to do at home, but I'll
be back over later. She looked meaningfully at Brian,
who was staring at his own heaped plate and didn't see
her look.
Nancy said she had some shopping to do, and Patty said
that the twins were going over to Beth's to listen to a
new CD she had.
Liz's head jerked up. "But I wanted to hang out with
Brian." she said. She was just as astonished as
everyone else at the table that she'd said that. She'd
always called him names and complained about him. She
looked wide eyed at everyone else. "I mean he's going
to be gone a long time, right?"
Brian, thinking that yammering girls was the LAST thing
he needed, said "I'm still pretty worn out from AIT. I
think I'll just relax and maybe take a nap."
"Then" said Tom, "I'll accompany my bride on her
shopping trip, and you can rest."
Everyone went their separate ways and Brian actually
DID lie down. He was still a little hung over.
He was awakened from a nice nap by his Aunt, who had
told the girls she had forgotten something at the house
and would be right back.
She awakened him by climbing into bed with him naked.
"Brian honey?" she cooed in his ear as she pulled at
the gym shorts he'd pulled on that morning.
He woke up and realized what was happening. "Aunt Jill!
I thought that was a dream last night!"
"It was no dream baby. I'm going to make sure that the
Thackery line doesn't end if... well, if something
happens to you. I know it won't, but I'll feel a lot
better about things if my belly gets nice and round
with your baby while you're over there in that place
they're sending you."
Brian was astounded. "You want me to get you pregnant?"
he said, his voice rising much higher than a studly
MP's voice ever should.
"Yes I do, and we need to hurry. I told the girls I
would be right back."
Jill's powers of persuasion were well established and
Brian, not having had pussy available to him before,
wasn't going to fight her off. In no time she was
instructing him on the "best way to make sure you get
me with child", which actually involved ensuring that
THIS time she had a nice, long orgasm while his prick
prodded her cervix and delivered up another helping of
the last of the Thackery seed.
In no time at all Jill was happily thrusting her
orgasming pussy up to receive that helping, which was
just as hot and wet as she knew it would be.
No sooner had he grunted his last grunt and rolled
sideways, than she was up and stuffing something round
and rubbery into her vagina. She blushed as he watched
her, and said "Diaphragm... to keep all that nice
Thackery seed up there where it belongs." Then as if
she hadn't done something completely astonishing, she
pecked him on the lips and said, "Hate to run, honey,
but I don't want the girls to get suspicious." Then she
was dressed and off before Brian had even caught his
breath.
The girls to whom Jill had just made reference, were
huddled in Beth's room, much as they had been huddled
in Liz and Patty's room the night before. Liz was
describing, in graphic detail, exactly what she'd seen
that morning in the bathroom. She had her hands about a
foot and a half apart.
"I'm telling you it was THAT long!" she claimed. She
made her fingers and thumbs into a circle that a
Dachshund could trot through. "And it was THAT big
around!" She saw that the other two weren't buying it.
"And it was SO hard that he could have just beat me
senseless with it... I SWEAR!"
"Well I believe the senseless part, cause that's just
what you are if you expect us to believe that." said
Patty. "If it was that big he couldn't even WEAR
pants." she said pragmatically. She talked as if she
had ironclad evidence that Liz was wrong.
Beth was just sitting there. A little bit of drool
tipped out of the corner of her mouth and she snapped
it closed. She had always made Brian a little bit
bigger than life in her mind, and the description of
his sexual organ given by Liz fit her image of him
perfectly. She sighed as she envisioned that big boner
spurting out creamy white sperm that somehow, by magic,
got into her without killing her. She jerked back to
reality. Her panties were soaked.
***
Nancy had Tom let her out at the curb. "I'm sorry
honey, but I forgot to get some soybean powder, and I
have to have it for a recipe I want to try. Would you
be a dear and run back to the store for me? It won't
take you long and I can get started. It's in a red and
blue can over at the Thriftway. If they don't have it,
try the Piggly Wiggly." The Thriftway was as far away
from the house as any store was, and she was quite sure
they didn't stock that powder. She wanted as much time
with Brian as possible. What she was going to try to
talk him into might take a while.
Tom didn't mind running the errand. He'd just stop off
at that traveling tool sale he'd seen over at the
National Guard Armory and see what they had.
Brian was asleep again when his mother came into his
room. After Aunt Jill had left he'd gone back to sleep,
still naked. His mother came over and sat on the bed.
She stared. His penis, though not rampant any more, was
a mess again. The poor boy must be awfully horny to
have to beat off this much.
She couldn't resist. She bent over, picked up his limp
pickle, and sucked it in her mouth to get it all nice
and clean.
Brian was having a dream. It was about his Aunt, and
she was sucking his dick. It was, he decided as he
drifted toward wakefulness, an awfully nice and...
realistic dream. He'd never actually gotten any girl to
give him a hummer, but he was quite sure that it felt
just like his dream. He almost didn't want to wake up,
but he was horny and he was going to have to beat off,
and he had to be awake to do that.
He opened his eyes. He heard slurping, and realized it
wasn't a dream after all. Somebody was, in fact,
sucking his dick. He lifted his head and saw brown hair
that looked vaguely familiar. It was covering the face
of the woman who was doing what he was quite sure was a
professional job of sucking him off. That head lifted
off his rampant-again prick a little at a time and lips
he couldn't see kissed the tip. Then the head turned
and he was looking into his mother's eyes.
"MOM!" he yelped.
"FUCK!"
Then again "MOM!"
Nancy held onto his cock. "Brian, honey, I know this is
strange, but you have to listen to me honey. You're
going off to that war over there and your Daddy's been
cut and can't give me any more babies and your aunt is
right, honey, you really ARE the last of the Thackery
line and if you don't come back from over there
honey... well there won't ever be another Thackery...
EVER!"
She finally had to stop to breathe.
Brian, who had always gotten into fights with his
friends because they made comments about how
"attractive" his mother was, and about how lucky he
must be to get to see her naked sometimes, actually GOT
into those fights because he agreed with them. He
thought his mother WAS Playboy material. And, after
what had happened only an hour earlier with his Aunt
Jill, he had a pretty good idea where his mother was
headed.
This all amounted pretty much to a dream come true. He
decided that it wasn't the best time to tell his mother
that a whole cupful of the rare and precious Thackery
seed was currently residing in Aunt Jill's womb.
Instead he did what most men aren't intelligent enough
to do in a situation like this. "So what do you think
we should do?" he asked the woman who was holding his
prick.
"Well" said his mother, who jacked his cock when she
felt it begin to be a smidgen less firm than it had
been, "I read an article that said sometimes when men
have been fixed, some of them, in RARE instances, don't
STAY fixed, and they can still father children... by
accident. I didn't read the whole article. But if I
were to get pregnant... with you...
"I could honestly say no penis but a Thackery penis had
ever been in me and that his operation must have gotten
undone. You KNOW I wouldn't suggest this if it weren't
the ONLY way for me to be SURE that your daddy's line
and YOUR line will go on." She managed to blush
prettily while stroking her son's cock.
"Gosh, Mom" he said seriously. "I guess it would sort
of be my DUTY, wouldn’t it? I mean if you put it THAT
way, I’m the family’s only hope."
"That’s right dear" she said, breathing faster. She’d
thought it would take much longer to talk him into
this.
"Well, then, I’ll DO it." he said, trying to make his
voice sound heroic.
Nancy was down to bra an panties when she looked at her
little boy, who was watching her with eager eyes.
"You’ve never done this with any girl, have you Brian?"
she asked. For some reason she wanted him to say he
hadn’t.
"No, Mom." he said truthfully. His aunt could be called
a lot of things, but ‘girl’ wasn’t one of them. "Heck
Mom, Liz is the only girl I ever even SAW naked," he
added for effect, hoping she wouldn’t ask him how THAT
happened. Then he went for broke. "I’m not sure I even
know what to do."
Nancy beamed as she let her bra drop and reached for
her panties. "I’ll help you baby." she crooned. "You
just let mama take care of everything."
Which is how Private Brian Thackery ended up perched on
top of his beautiful mother, with his iron hard penis
firmly embedded in her fertile belly as it pumped out
ANOTHER half cup of the rare and precious Thackery
seed. Nancy, having had two orgasms in the process,
found her son remarkably quick to learn the ins and
outs of having hot, sweaty sex. ESPECIALLY the ins.
That he was now sucking her nipples while she felt the
last of his rare and precious Thackery seed flowing
into her, and the fact that she hadn’t taught him how
to do that, just convinced her he was a natural lover.
And, while this was her duty to the family, she
couldn’t help but look forward to the next few sessions
that would likely be necessary to ensure that she got
well and firmly pregnant with a Thackery baby. She only
had twenty-five days in which to make sure it happened.
***
That afternoon Brian spent some time with some of his
old High School buddies, swapping lies and dreaming
about the future. Several of them asked him what the
best part of joining the Army was.
With a completely straight face he answered "It's GOT
to be the pussy. I’ve gotten more pussy since I joined
up than you’d believe." But he wouldn’t let them push
him into saying who all this pussy was.
That night Tom pulled out a bag from the local movie
rental store and started producing every war movie he
had been able to find at the place. He had everything
from ‘The Sands of Iwo Jima’ and ‘The Bridge at
Remagen’ to ‘Mister Roberts’ and several seasons worth
of ‘Hogan’s Heroes’, not to mention ‘Patton’, ‘Platoon’
and ‘Apocalypse Now’.
"I just figured you might soak up some ideas to help
you stay healthy." he said to his laughing son.
So Brian and his father sat and watched movies late
into the night, spending a little quality time laughing
and dreaming about Brian being the hero and coming home
to parades and accolades. You know, just normal
father/son bonding kinds of stuff.
The Thackery women decided to join the men halfway
through the first movie. Had the men known this was
going to happen they probably wouldn’t have started
with ‘Hamburger Hill’. The women stayed about ten
minutes and suddenly found other things that were
needful of being done. They took the Kleenex box with
them.
While wars were won and lost in the living room, Liz
and Patty were lying on their beds in their bedroom.
Both were thinking about the images they had seen on
the TV screen. Images of death and destruction... and
dying soldiers.
"You know he MIGHT not come back." said Liz. Her eyes
were suddenly full of moisture.
"He’ll come back!" said Patty. Her voice was tight.
"What... if... he doesn’t?" Liz was at that slight
stuttering stage, when a woman is about to cry and is
trying hard not to, but can’t quite control her speech.
"He HAS to come back." said Patty firmly.
"Why?" cried Liz.
"Cause he has to get married and have children, so Aunt
Jill will shut UP about the last of the Thackery seed!"
She mimicked her aunt’s voice as she said the last part
of the sentence. She seemed upset about Aunt Jill.
Liz sat up, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Well, he
IS, you know!" She sniffled. Then she stopped and
looked thoughtful. "What if he wasn’t?"
Patty looked at her twin. "What are you talking about?"
Liz started to get excited. "I mean what if he WASN’T
the last of the line? What if there was a baby, and he
was the Daddy of that baby. He’d HAVE to come back for
that. I mean he’d be more MOTIVATED to come back if he
had a son or daughter, right?"
Patty flopped back down. "That’s the stupidest thing I
ever heard." she said, disgusted. He doesn’t even have
a girlfriend. And besides, just because you’re a father
doesn’t mean anything when you’re off in a war
somewhere."
Liz wasn’t deterred. "I know that!" she said hotly.
"But, if he DID have a son back here at home, then his
SON would be the last of the Thackery seed, right?"
"So who’s going to HAVE this baby, miss smarty pants?"
asked a still disgusted Patty.
Liz thought of the long, hard, thick cock she’d seen
pissing all that urine in the bathroom and shuddered.
It sure wasn’t going to be HER who had Brian’s son.
"Didn’t you see how Beth looked at him at supper the
other night? It’s obvious she’s got a thing for him. I
bet we could talk her into doing it. I mean she’s our
cousin and all, but that’s no big deal. We learned in
World History that people have married their cousins
for thousands of years. And if she had his baby, maybe
he’d be extra careful and not get hurt and come back
safe."
Patty, always the pragmatic one of the pair, sat up
again. "So, what if she has a girl? What then?"
Liz was frustrated. "How am I supposed to know? It was
JUST an idea." She rolled over and turned off her
nightstand light. Since the main ceiling light was
still on it didn’t make any difference in the light
level in the room, but it sent a signal to Patty that
their discussion was over. Once again, both girls went
to sleep with the image of little Thackery babies
crawling all over the living room rug.
Brian didn’t get to bed until Oh three hundred. But,
because his sleep was uninterrupted on this night, he
woke refreshed. At breakfast Liz took an inordinate
interest in what he was going to be doing later that
afternoon.
"Why are you so interested in what I’m doing this
afternoon?" Brian asked her directly.
"I don’t know. We just never get to hang out. Is it
wrong for a sister to want to spend time with her
brother?" she tried to sound injured.
"Well, you never wanted to spend any time with me
before." he said.
"You weren’t going off to some foreign country before."
she said.
Brian looked at his sister. The image of her naked in
the shower popped into his head. Two other women in the
family had wanted to "spend time with him" recently.
The idea of lying on top of what he remembered in that
shower wasn’t at all disagreeable. Could that be what
she wanted? His dick started to stiffen.
"I don’t really have any plans for this afternoon. Dad
suggested that I get some of my stuff packed up so he
can store it while I’m gone. You want to help me do
that?"
Liz sat up straighter. Storing things would involve the
basement, and that’s where the spare bedroom was. And
the family room too. There was a couch there that they
sometimes used as a bed. Now all she had to do was get
Beth over and convince her that she could solve the
problem of the last of the Thackery seed going off to
war.
"Um... I’ll get back with you. Gotta go. Bye." She
jumped up and darted for the back door as her brother
looked after, astonished.
"Where’s she going?" asked Nancy. "She didn’t even
finish her breakfast."
"I don’t know" answered Brian. "She’s acting all
squirrelly."
Nancy put her hands on her son’s shoulders. "Speaking
of acting squirrelly, your father is off playing golf
today..."
Brian stood up. He already had a boner, which Liz had
caused, but his mother wouldn’t know that. He turned
and hugged her, pressing it into her.
"What about Patty?" he asked, kissing his mother’s
neck.
She shivered. "I’ll just send her to Jill’s for
something."
Twenty minutes later, Nancy was a very happy woman as
she had an orgasm with her pussy wrapped firmly around
her son’s spurting prick. She was astonished at how
quickly he had learned how to please a woman. She was
even more pleased as he continued to pound her into the
bed mercilessly, his erection never flagging, even
though he’d just fertilized her. By her calendar she
should reach her peak of fertility in the next three
days.
"We... have... to... do... this... as much... as...
possible" she grunted as he slammed his cock into her
again and again, "for the... next... week." she panted.
She’d added on two days that wouldn’t actually be
considered ‘productive’, but then she deserved some
pleasure for her sacrifice, right?
"Yes Mother" huffed Brian as he dished up dessert in
the form of still more slippery baby makers that he
powered deep into his mother’s womb.
Brian Thackery was a typical teenage boy. He was sure
that neither his mother nor his sexy Aunt Jill would
end up pregnant. He’d play along, of course. Once he’d
had a little pussy he was hooked, but there was no way
either of them could get his baby in them. He was just
sure of that.
And so, over the next week, he made four more deposits
in Aunt Jill’s sperm bank, and rode his mother to a
dozen or more bone rattling orgasms. It was quite
amazing that, as rare as the Thackery seed was reputed
to be, it flowed like water that week.
But finally, both women came to the conclusion that,
based on their cycles, any further dalliances could not
be claimed to be in the interests of conceiving. That
was either already done, or never would be. That they
both arrived at this conclusion about the same time,
and in the same general manner, could be attributed to
the fact they were sisters, who often act alike and
have their menses at the same time.
The end result was, though, that both women, with no
little reluctance, and many second thoughts, told Brian
that it was all in Mother Nature's hands now, and that
their visits to his bed would have to stop.
Brian was thoroughly bummed out. He went from all the
pussy he could handle, back to what he'd had before it
started... none.
Chapter Three
It was just the luck of the draw that Liz had her dream
that very night. Ever since she had seen her brother
naked, Liz's sleep had been... rattled a little, every
so often. She didn't remember the dreams, but she woke
up horny and wet, and she didn't understand why. It
bothered her a little, because she didn't currently
have a boyfriend and she wished she knew who she was
dreaming about. It never occurred to her it might be
her own brother.
It was late at night and quiet in the house. Liz was
dreaming. This time she knew she was dreaming, and she
watched her dream unfold with interest. She was looking
out the window toward the street in her dream,
something she almost never did in real life. A dark
green car pulled up to the curb, and uniformed men got
out. In her dream one of them was obviously a Chaplain.
She gasped, there in her dream, and her real body
gasped too. She turned around, but she was alone in the
house. She called for her parents, her sister, anybody,
but only silence was there. She knew she was alone...
all alone... all that was left of the Thackery family.
The men knocked at the door and she decided not to open
it. But it opened anyway, creaking as it did, and there
they were, all somber looking, there with bad news.
But in her dream Liz suddenly smiled and let them in.
She had to lean back to open the door because her belly
was in the way. She was pregnant, almost due to give
birth, but the baby felt light as a feather in her
dream. The men told her Brian wouldn't be coming back,
and they cried.
Liz cried with them in her dream, but then smiled and
told them it was all going to be OK, because some of
Brian was still left. She showed them her swollen
pregnant belly and told them it was Brian's baby. They
smiled and stroked her belly. One man asked to see her
breasts and she reached for a button on her dress.
Liz bolted awake and sat up, gasping for air. She
sagged as she realized it was all a dream. It had
seemed so real. She reached for her stomach, which was
flat and taut. Something deep inside her sagged even
more as she thought about the men in her dream and what
they had come to tell her.
She thought back to how she had tried to get Beth to
come to the house that day a week ago, to help Brian
pack up the things in his room for storage, but it
hadn't worked. Beth had been gone on an errand and Aunt
Jill had asked her for some help, and by the time she
got back home Brian was already stuffing things into
boxes. She HAD helped him do that, talking to him in a
fascinating and pleasurable way as she handed him
things.
She had always thought of her brother as a pain in the
butt, but she suddenly discovered he was really a
pretty interesting guy. It made her even sadder about
him going away. And trying to get him and Beth together
during the rest of the week hadn't worked out either.
Maybe that was why she had the dream. She was running
out of time.
She glanced over at her sister, who was snoring lightly
in the bed next to hers. As if she were still dreaming,
Liz moved her legs off the bed and stood. She slid
sideways through the door, which always squeaked as it
was opened, and crept along trying not to step on the
creaky places she knew were in the hallway. Then she
remembered how many times she had heard those creaks
and had just rolled over, paying no mind to whoever was
going to the bathroom. Still, she needed to be careful,
because if anybody caught her, all hell would break
loose.
She got to Brian's door and paused.
This was crazy!
She turned around to leave, and then thought about her
dream again. She realized she was wet between her legs,
thinking about what she had gotten out of bed to come
do. But he'd probably scream at her and throw her out.
She couldn't take the embarrassment of that. She
actually took two steps back toward her room and the
floor creaked, just like the sound of the door opening
in her dream. She took a breath, turned back around,
grasped the handle of his bedroom door... and went into
her brother's room.
Liz's eyes were perfectly adapted to the dark, and the
streetlight coming through Brian's window made it easy
to see him on the bed. He was taking up the entire bed,
his arms flung wide, and one leg thrown almost off the
bed. His other leg was bent at the knee. He almost
looked like he had fallen from some great height and
was dead.
She shuddered and felt her stomach twist.
And... he was naked. She crept closer and his head
moved. She froze. Her eyes were drawn to his groin.
There, again was his penis, and again it was erect. It
was huge, to her mind, but maybe not quite as big as
she remembered it. She sighed and felt a tremor in her
pussy as she got even wetter. Somehow her certainty
that SHE wasn't going to have that prick in her had
drifted away somewhere.
She pulled at her oversized T shirt and let it drop on
the floor, leaving her as naked as her brother was.
She didn't know what to do. She'd had things in her
pussy before, and she knew her cherry was long gone,
but she'd never let a boy stick one of those things in
her. She leaned over and looked at it in the dim light.
It looked white, like marble. She wanted to touch it
but she was afraid he'd wake up. Then she'd have to
explain what she was doing and he'd throw her out, or
yell, or do something that would bring others.
Liz licked her lips. What if she put her mouth on it.
All the boys begged her to do that when she went out
with them, but she never had. She'd jacked two of them
off, but that was only because she was afraid they'd
force her if she didn't do something to calm them down.
She hadn't gone out with either of those boys again
either. But if she was sucking him when he woke up,
maybe he'd just get all horny and let her get some of
the last of the Thackery seed into her womb, where it
might take root and then, if a dark green sedan ever
pulled up to the house, she might be able to take that
news without just dying herself.
She planned it all out in her mind. She'd grasp the
shaft of that long hard thing, and put her mouth on the
tip and start sucking. Then she'd slide her hand up and
down the shaft, and when he woke up he'd be too
involved in feeling good to make her stop. Yes... it
would work. She leaned forward, her mouth open. She
wondered what it would taste like.
Brian Thackery drifted toward wakefulness feeling of a
wet, hot mouth sucking his knob. A cool feminine hand
was jacking him at the same time. He decided it was his
aunt, based on the feeling of the fingers around his
prick. And she liked to wake him up that way too. She
must have changed her mind, and wanted one more helping
of the last of the Thackery seed.
And he was ready to give it to her. He'd gone to bed
glum, thinking that he'd gotten sort of used to dumping
his load in a nice willing pussy. So, when he woke up
and it looked like he might be able to do it one more
time, he was rarin' to go.
"Mmmmm yeah" he murmured, half asleep.
Liz grinned... sort of... when she heard him. Her plan
was working. Spittle leaked out of the corner of her
mouth when she grinned and she slurped, swallowing. She
hadn't thought it would be this messy. But he actually
tasted good, and the feel of his flesh was delightful
in her mouth. She might just have to try this again, if
she found the right boy.
Brian liked his Aunt's mouth, but he liked her pussy
more. "C'mere" he said softly.
Now Liz didn't know what to do. She didn't think he was
really awake. Maybe he thought he was dreaming. She
decided that, if she crawled up and lay down, snuggling
up against him, he'd probably go back to sleep. Then
she could figure out how to get his cock in her pussy.
Once she got that far it wouldn't matter if he woke up
or not.
So, in answer to his summons, she crawled up his body
and prepared to lie down with him.
What she wasn't prepared for was for him to roll with
her, putting her under him, with his knees between
hers. She was startled by the quickness of what
happened, and then startled even more when she felt
hard prick poking at the gates of her love box.
That touch brought fear rushing back to her, hovering
all around her, making it difficult to breathe.
"Brian" she whispered, deciding it was time for him to
wake up, because she was getting a little nervous and
had decided that maybe she WANTED him to throw her out.
Brian felt his chest come down on small firm breasts,
just like his Aunt Jill had. His hand went between them
and he grabbed his cock. He'd had a lot of practice at
getting started lately, and his hand put the tip of his
cock unerringly where it belonged.
"BRIAN!" said a female voice in his ear, and he heard
passion in that voice.
Liz realized that she was about to be deflowered, and
her "BRIAN!" had, in fact, been filled with emotion...
but it was fear, rather than passion. She was quite
sure that by saying his name in her normal voice, right
in his ear, that he would stop, raise his head, call
her name and THEN... throw her out.
Instead, Brian, who thought he was shoving his iron
hard prick in his Aunt Jill, thrust forward, expecting
to hear her relieved sigh of joy at being penetrated
clear to her cervix.
He got a strangled combination of grunt, groan and
vocal grimace instead. She was also a LOT tighter than
usual... a LOT tighter. She also wasn't quite as deep
as he remembered, because when the tip of his cock
mushed into the end of her pussy, there was still an
inch of his cock sticking out.
Brian finally arrived at the conclusion that this was
NOT his Aunt Jill under him, and it was NOT her pussy
he was buried in. He could tell by the breasts pressing
hotly against his chest that it was not his mother
either.
Private Brian Thackery did what any good soldier would
do. He did a pushup. Then he looked down at the woman
whose pussy was impaled on his prick.
"Lizzy?" he said, his voice an octave higher than
usual.
"Owww, oh FUCK you're splitting me OPEN" groaned his
sister.
"What are you doing Lizzy?" he asked.
"Ohhh owww. What does it LOOK like I'm doing Brian?"
she groaned.
Brian wasn't stupid. He thought Aunt Jill and his
mother were... silly, to put it nicely... based on
their unswerving devotion to the Thackery seed, as it
were. But he understood how important family roots were
in the South too. And, pushed up over his sister, whose
hips were beginning to wiggle a little, and whose moans
were less filled with pain, and beginning to sound a
tad bit like pleasure, he was hit with the insight that
the women in his family were actually SERIOUS about
this 'last of the Thackery seed' business.
"You want to have my baby?" Brian said, wonder in his
voice.
"Ummmmm" her pussy pushed up at him, making his cock
move inside her. "WANT isn't the right word" she
sighed. "But I'd never forgive myself if something
happened to you and there was nothing left of you."
"You don't have to do this Lizzy" he said, intending to
tell her about Aunt Jill. But he wasn't going to
mention their mother. He wasn't too sure Liz would be
able to deal with the fact that several cups of the
scarce and precious Thackery seed had been stored away
in her mother's womb.
"Don't ruin this for me Brian." she moaned, reaching up
for his face. "Would you kiss me please? I think it's
starting to feel a lot better."
So Brian kissed his sister. And he found out she kissed
completely different than either his aunt OR his
mother. And her pussy felt different too. Most of the
orgasms he gave his mother and aunt involved mashing
their clitties. But he couldn't get that deep into Liz.
It turned out it didn't matter, because Liz loved the
feel of his cock sliding in and out of her tightly
stretched pussy lips, which pulled her clitoral hood
down enough that the top of his cock scraped her clit
nicely. And, when the tip of his cock dug into the back
of her pussy tube, she felt the most delicious kind of
pain that wasn't really pain.
It felt like pain, but she loved it. She loved the feel
of his thighs sliding across hers, and of his chest
sliding over her breasts. Most of all she loved hearing
his breathing get faster, and louder, and knowing it
was because of HER that he was so excited.
"Oh shit," he groaned, and Liz knew something was about
to happen.
"I'm gonna cum!" he said, his eyes looking down at
hers. "Are you sure?" he asked.
She nodded her head furiously, not trusting her voice.
She winced as he pushed hard into her and then felt
something hot bloom all around where it hurt. He backed
up and pushed again and she felt something give way
inside her as his cock sunk the rest of the way into
her body.
Now the heat was deeper inside her and she couldn't
describe what it felt like because her pussy was
spasming all around his cock and she was cumming. She'd
cum on her fingers, and cum on several vegetables.
She'd cum on her hairbrush handle and she'd cum from
rubbing her jeans-clad pussy up against a saddle horn
on a trail ride.
But she'd never cum like this. She squeaked, making
little yipping sounds, and then made a sound something
like "Waaaahhhhhhhh!!" that got louder and louder until
Brian had to cover her mouth with his to keep the whole
house from hearing her. She grabbed his pillow and
pulled it between their faces until it was covering
hers. Then she screamed into the pillow as her whole
body felt the tingling pleasure of what was happening
to her.
Brian dumped his balls, and a fresh batch of the very
potent, very precious, and very rare Thackery seed was
planted deep in the womb of a very fertile and suddenly
very willing Thackery woman, who welcomed that seed
with every fiber of her being, and decided, right then
and there, that she would need to do this again very
soon. Very soon indeed.
They melted together as Brian rolled sideways so he
could relax without worrying about crushing his sister.
"Thank you" he whispered.
She kissed him lightly and said "I really am worried
about you."
"Do you have ANY idea how much trouble you're going to
be in if I get you pregnant?" he asked.
"I can live with that." she said flatly.
Brian felt guilty that he hadn't told her about the
OTHER women who had sampled the last of the Thackery
seed. "You REALLY don't have to do this... again." he
finished lamely. She was already full of his sperm, and
if there was an egg handy it didn't much matter if she
did it again or not.
Liz licked his chin with the tip of her tongue. "I
can't imagine losing my cherry in a better way."
"YOU WERE A VIRGIN?!" he gasped and she shushed him.
"Of course I was. I'm no slut."
"Oh MAN!" he said softly. "I wouldn't have done it like
that if I'd have known. I thought you were..." He had
been about to say "somebody else" but chopped it off.
It worked out OK, though, because she thought he had
been about to say "experienced."
Liz felt her inexperience when she went back to her
room. She ached, and had to walk a little bowlegged.
Her thighs got wet too, because he had put so much
stuff in her that it ran down them as she tip toed back
to her bed. Once she got in bed, though, the warm
feeling in her belly felt so good that she had no
trouble getting to sleep. She didn't dream for the rest
of the night.
The following Friday night, Jill and her daughter came
over to spend some time with the Thackery family. Liz,
who now had a total of three loads of the rare and
precious Thackery seed in her womb, and now dreamed
almost every night that she had a big swollen belly
with a cute little Thackery baby in it, knew she should
keep her mouth shut about that.
But it was driving her crazy. What teenage girl, when
she has a secret THAT huge, can resist sharing it with
someone. She couldn't share it with Patty, because she
was quite sure what Patty would do. Patty would explode
like an Atom bomb. They had talked about getting Beth
pregnant... not Liz.
Liz looked at her cousin, whose doe eyes were glued on
Brian as he played cards with the adults. Everybody in
the family knew she was smitten with him, except Brian,
of course. He still ruffled her hair and called her
"Squirt". Boys were so stupid sometimes. Aunt Jill
asked Beth to get her a glass of tea and Beth stood up.
She stretched and Liz looked at her flat stomach. Liz
closed her eyes and in a mental flash she saw THAT
stomach swollen with a Thackery baby TOO! Yes! That was
the answer! If TWO girls were pregnant with Brian's
baby, that would almost guarantee the continuation of
the Thackery line. And, if those two girls managed it
right, and wore the right clothes, by the time the
adults finally found out they were pregnant, it would
be too late for them to stop the girls from having
their babies. AND, since Brian would still be over
there in that far away place when the babies were born,
no one would take the babies away from them either.
Liz opened her eyes and went to help Beth get the tea.
They were alone in the kitchen.
"Um... Beth?" prompted Liz.
Beth looked at her with a question in her eyes.
"I wanted to talk to you about something"
"Oh? What?" asked Beth as she poured a big glass of
sweet tea.
"You like Brian... right?"
Beth's eyes went hooded. This was dangerous territory.
If anybody knew just how MUCH she liked her cousin the
jokes would never end. "Sure. I guess." she said,
trying to make it sound like she hadn't thought much
about it.
"Come on Beth" chided Liz gently. "You like him... a
lot. Don't you?"
"What do you want Liz?" asked Beth a little crossly.
"If I tell you something... a secret... will you
promise not to tell another soul?" Liz knew that would
get Beth's attention. That kind of question got EVERY
woman's attention.
"What?" asked Beth carefully.
"You have to promise" said Liz. "On Grandma Harker's
grave." Grandma Harker's old weathered headstone had
been used for generations to make promises over. She
was reputed to have been a harridan of the first
magnitude, having gone through four husbands, all of
whom died, it was rumored, from being nagged to death.
"I'm not going over there to..."
"You don't have to go to the graveyard." said Liz.
"Just promise on Grandma Harker's grave and I'll tell
you."
Beth looked speculatively at her cousin. Liz wasn't
smiling, like there was some joke going on. On impulse
Beth went to the door and looked around behind it to
see if Patty was hiding there. She wasn't.
Beth turned around and looked at Liz. "OK, I promise."
"On Grandma Harker's grave" prompted Liz.
"Good GRIEF! OK, OK, on Grandma Harker's grave!" said
Beth in a disgusted tone.
"I let Brian have sex with me." whispered Liz.
You've heard the phrase "quiet as a tomb"? Well, that
kitchen was just plumb FULL of quiet. Until the glass
of tea slid from Beth's nerveless fingers and hit the
floor, smashing and splashing tea everywhere.
"SHIT!" screamed Beth.
"Uh Oh" muttered Liz. No curse word of ANY sort had
EVER been heard to pass through Beth's lips. And Liz
had a feeling that it didn't have anything to do with a
broken glass OR some spilled tea. Her plan had been to
invite Beth to share the 'wealth' so to speak, but
events were moving too quickly.
"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!" yelled Beth again, stamping her
right foot with each forbidden word. The kitchen was
suddenly filled with concerned adults, who were
expecting pools of blood at a minimum, based on Beth's
exclamations.
"Beth, honey?" said Jill tentatively. Beth's eyes were
bugged out and her face was suffused with blood. She
was obviously intensely, amazingly, astoundingly upset.
"It's OK, baby, it's just a glass of tea." finished her
mother.
Beth turned to her cousin, a dangerous glint in her
eye. "You get to do EVERYTHING!" she shouted. Then she
turned and bolted for the back door. It would have been
a magnificent Southern Woman Exit too, except that
somebody had thrown the bolt and the door wouldn't
open. She struggled with it, unable to see the lock
handle because of the tears in her eyes and finally
shouted "SHIT!!" one last time before turning around
and walking, almost regally through the astonished
adults.
Brian was the last one she passed, and Beth took the
time to stop in front of him and, from only two inches
away, she said "I am SO pissed off at you!" And then
she went on into the living room and out the front
door. Liz went after her in hot pursuit.
"What did I do?" asked a confused Brian.
Nancy and Jill both remembered experiencing
overwhelming (usually) hormonally based crisis
situations when they were teenagers, and they both knew
that such world-shaking events almost always resolved
themselves after a good cry. They opted to let nature
take its course.
Nancy responded by playing one of her favorite games.
She addressed her clueless son. "Well, if you're so
dense that you don't understand it by now, I'm
certainly not going to waste an hour explaining it to
you." She elbowed her sister and winked.
"Understand what?" asked Brian plaintively.
Jill wanted to laugh. Playing with men was so much fun.
"Don't look at me. I'm just her mother. YOU'RE the one
she's mad at.
"But I didn't DO anything!" he complained.
"Welcome to being a man." said his father. "We were
winning. They probably arranged this whole thing just
to get out of being beat at Spades."
Beth was forgotten as both women rose to the bait and
demanded that the game go on. Within five minutes all
four adults were poring over freshly dealt hands as if
there were money involved.
Outside, Liz ran to catch up with her irate cousin.
"BETH!" she called. "Stop Beth, I can explain!"
Beth, who had been stomping along whirled to face Liz.
"You KNEW how I felt about him. I know you did. How
could you DO this to me?"
Liz, always pragmatic, said "Come on Beth. He's your
cousin. How was I supposed to know you wanted to crawl
in bed with him? Hell, I didn't even know that I wanted
to crawl in bed with him! Not until the dream. That's
what I wanted to tell you about. I had this dream, and
when I woke up I knew I had to... you know... with
him."
"What dream?" Beth had the same amount of curiosity
that most women had.
So Liz told her about the dream, and about how she'd
decided that somebody had to do something about Brian
being the last male Thackery who could father babies.
"It just sort of happened." she ended.
"I can't believe this." said Beth. She looked up. "So
are you pregnant?"
"I don't know." said Liz. "It was just two days ago.
I've never done anything like this before."
"But if you don't know, how will you know if you have
to... you know... try again?" Beth looked unhappy at
the idea that it might be needful for Liz to have more
sex with her brother.
"Well, for one thing, I think I want to try again just
because it was fun." said Liz.
Beth started getting mad again, and Liz saw that. "But
wait!" she said loudly. "The whole REASON I wanted to
tell you this is that I think YOU should do it TOO!"
"What?" Beth was stunned.
"I think there should be TWO of us who... you know...
keep something of his... I mean in case something
happens to him."
"That's crazy!" yelled Beth.
"I know it is, but we HAVE to Beth. What happens if my
dream comes true?" The thought of that brought tears to
her eyes. It brought tears to Beth's eyes too and soon
the two girls were clasping each other, crying their
eyes out.
Finally they calmed down. Beth reached out and wiped
Liz's smeared mascara with her thumb. "What about
Patty?" she asked.
Liz snorted. "She'd think we were both perverts."
"Well?" asked Beth pointedly.
Liz blushed. "We're NOT perverts! We're just doing what
has to be done to carry on the Thackery line."
Beth sighed. "OK, but what if Brian won't go along with
it?"
Liz smiled. "Don't worry about that. I have a plan."
Twenty minutes later they were back at the house. They
walked in together, talking about the new CD released
by Cindy Lawlor, arguing about whether it was Pop or
Hip Hop. They both walked by the adults as if they
weren't even there. Nancy and Jill traded self
satisfied looks.
Brian watched the girls go by. "What the...?" he
murmured to himself.
"Don't think about it" advised his father. "You'll be
bald by the time you're thirty if you try to understand
women." He scratched at his almost hairless pate.
The game broke up when the women set the men and went
over 500 in the same hand, laughing and crowing about
how the big strong men had been trounced by the poor
weak women. Jill said she had to get up early in the
morning to go Garage Saleing and yelled for Beth. Liz
stuck her head in the room and announced that Beth was
staying the night... if that was OK.
It was.
As everyone was getting ready for bed, Liz sidled up to
her brother and spoke to him in a low voice.
"Can I come see you again tonight?"
Brian's eyes darted to his parents, who were leaving
the room. Patty was also on the other side of the room,
cleaning up empty pop cans and beer bottles.
"Um... sure. I guess so." Then he remembered who she'd
been talking to all night. "Uh... what about Beth and
Patty?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Beth's
going to share my bed. I'm going to tell her I can't
sleep and then I can leave. But your room's too close.
Can you meet me down in the family room?" The family
room was in the basement. It had a big couch in it,
that was often used as a bed when visitors overfilled
the bedrooms.
"OK," he said.
He waited almost an hour for people to get in bed and
get to sleep. Then he tip-toed down the stairs to the
family room.
"Don't turn on the light" came Liz's soft voice from
the area of the couch. "Somebody might see it. I'm on
the couch."
It was dark, and he couldn't see anything, but he felt
his way to the couch, and found warm, naked girl
waiting for him. As he sunk down on top of her he was
amazed at the passion with which she met him.
There were kisses... long, passionate, wet kisses that
sucked the breath out of them both and they panted as a
result. Her hands pushed his head to her breasts, and
he found her nipples by feel, sucking on both of them
as she sighed and wiggled under him. Her legs were
spread wide and he was so excited he couldn't wait.
He crawled up over her, fisting his cock and fishing
around with the tip in her swampy opening. He was about
to shove it in her when he remembered that, until two
nights ago, she was a virgin. And the two times they
had done it since she had been very appreciative if he
went slowly when he first went into her warm, willing
pussy. It was that that caused him to enter her slowly,
a little at a time, gently.
And it was that that saved Beth from the worst of the
pain as her rare and cherished virginity was sacrificed
for the sake of the last of the equally rare and
cherished Thackery seed.
Liz hid behind the couch, wishing she could see. Beth
was making noises that, so far, suggested she was
having a GREAT time. But sooner or later Brian was
going to shove that long hard penis in the poor girl
and, unknown to Brian, he would claim his second virgin
in almost as many nights.
Beth had assured Liz that she could take him... that it
would be OK. But, as her spasming pussy was slowly
stuffed full of rampant prick for the very first time,
Beth began to feel the onset of panic. She was being
cruelly stretched. She thought she had torn her hymen
already, playing with her pussy, but the sting of pain
at the bottom of her slit told her otherwise. Then his
heavy body pinning her to the couch, he had slowly put
more and more and still MORE penis in her. Still, she
couldn't say anything yet. If he found out he wasn't
fucking Liz he might stop.
"Unghhhh, you feel so tight," he whispered to the hair-
covered ear beside his mouth.
"Mmmmmm," was the feminine reply.
At this point, Brian, who had taken things slowly up
til now, decided he had been careful enough. He began
to fuck the fabulously tight pussy that was sucking at
his prick. What probably saved Beth from a bad
experience was the fact that because she was so tight,
she brought him off almost immediately. His prick
coughed and shots of slippery sperm lanced out of his
cock, coating Beth's pussy walls and relieving much of
the friction that was causing her discomfort.
Then, because teenaged boys can, Brian kept fucking his
lover, wanting to give her a nice hard orgasm. Things
began to feel lots better to Beth almost immediately.
Three minutes later she had her first orgasm. It caused
Brian some problems, because when she felt it coming
she wrapped her legs around him, and her arms around
him, and all those limbs contracted and froze as her
pussy spasmed and milked the beautiful cock that was
making her feel soooooo wonderful. She held him so
tightly that he couldn't move in and out.
The girl under him shuddered as she came on his cock.
The rippling of her pussy suggested that his second
urge to ejaculate could be gratified. That urge boiled
up in him and he let all his weight fall on her pussy
as he felt the first jets of his sperm jet out into her
pussy.
A voice came from the stairs. "Liz? Beth?" It was
Patty's voice.
The light came on and Brian stared down into his
cousin's face as his cock twitched and fired two more
times. Beth's eyes were squinting at the light, but her
mouth was open as she gasped for air. He stared into
her eyes and shoved his cock in her again as it went
off twice more. Her pupils dilated as she felt his
spend being deposited deep inside her.
"Don't... stop!" she gasped at the man who was
fertilizing her garden.
"What..." came Patty's voice.
Movement in Brian's peripheral vision turned into Liz
as she bounced into sight from behind the couch.
"SHHHHHH!" she said to her sister. "You'll ruin
EVERYTHING!" she said in a loud stage whisper.
"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" came Patty's entirely too loud
voice.
"SHHHHHH!" I can explain everything!" said Liz
hopefully.
Brian, looking down at his lovely cousin, who was
currently being pumped full of his spunk, thought he
knew what was going on.
"You want a baby?" he whispered to her.
Beth was scared, but this was something she knew she
wanted. She nodded.
Brian leaned down and kissed her, and this kiss was
gentle, a thank you for what she had given him, as his
prick finally began to soften in her pussy.
Meanwhile, there was some fancy talking going on over
by the stairwell as Liz went into Saleswoman-of-the-
Year mode, trying to convince her sister that this was
what they'd talked about, and it was necessary, and
vital, and important and at least six other impressive
words. She was talking so fast and so furiously that
her sister couldn't get a word in edgewise.
There was the crack of a hand hitting a cheek and Brian
looked up to see Liz holding her cheek. It was eerily
silent. Brian got off his cousin and stood up to face
Patty. His cock had softened, but was still half hard.
It was also covered with a sheen of milky white
streaks.
Liz, over her shock at being slapped drew breath to
start in again, but Patty held up her hand.
"Just shut up," she said softly. She took a step toward
Brian, and her eyes drifted down over his chest, and
then lower, to his sperm covered cock. Patty leaned
sideways and looked around her brother to where Beth
was still lying, splayed out on the couch, her pussy
weeping thick pale sauce.
Patty looked back at her brother's face. "Well,
obviously you didn't force her." she said.
"No," he said back. "I'm not sure I could explain it,
but it really was an accident."
Patty snorted. "This was no accident."
Liz tried again. "I tricked him. I--" She stopped as
Patty's stern gaze shifted from Brian to her.
"I told YOU to shut up." Patty glanced over at her
sister. Then she looked back at Brian. "We talked about
you." she said looking in his eyes.
He looked surprised.
"All three of us" she said, going on. "We were worried
about you. And about what Aunt Jill said. About you
being the last Male Thackery. We talked about it... a
couple of weeks ago."
"Oh." said Brian. He didn't know what else to say.
"And Liz even came up with some story about how she saw
you naked and how HUGE you were and all that. And then
she had this lame-brained idea about having you get
Beth pregnant. But I never thought they'd do something
like THIS!" she said, shaking her head. "I thought
about it, when I saw you and Aunt Jill going at it like
animals, but I didn't think any of the others knew."
Brian leaned backwards in surprise. "Aunt Jill?" he
said.
Beth sat up. "My mother?"
Liz's jaw dropped. "Aunt Jill?" She sounded confused.
Patty turned to her and shook her head again. "Yeah. I
was going to the bathroom one night and I heard noises
in his room, so I looked in there and he was on top of
Aunt Jill, doing what he apparently -" she leaned
around him to look at Beth again "- was just doing to
Beth."
Liz was astonished. "You saw him and Aunt Jill DOING
IT?"
Patty nodded.
"And you DIDN'T TELL ME!?" Liz sounded hurt. Then her
eyes went wide. "Wait a minute. Did you just say you
thought about it?"
"Yes. Aunt Jill was making these sounds that made my
pussy wet." said the girl her sister would have sworn
would never say the word 'pussy'.
Beth had gotten up from the couch and appeared beside
Brian. The two of them looked like they were
illustrative models for the difference between male and
female, standing side by side.
Beth's voice had a note of something... ominous. "You
saw him fucking my MOTHER!?"
Patty glanced at her cousin. "Yup. And from the looks
of it he was doing a good job."
"PATTY!" said Liz, shocked to her core that Patty would
be that... crude.
Brian looked down at Beth just in time to see her say
"I am SO pissed at you! I'm even MORE pissed than when
I found out you fucked Liz!"
Now Patty showed surprise. She turned to her sister.
"YOU did it TOO?"
Liz colored up nicely, and just nodded her head.
Patty regained her composure and looked down at her
brother's soft penis. "I'm going back to bed. Don't
make so much noise. I don't think Daddy would approve
of this." Then, to their astonishment, Patty turned and
padded back up the stairs.
The mood was lost, though, at least for Brian. Liz
wanted him to bed her that night too and Beth would
have gone again, after she got over being mad that he
had fucked her mother, but Brian shook his head and
said "I've got ten days left. You don't have to be in a
hurry."
When the girls got to their bedroom Patty was already
rolled over, facing away from them and didn't answer
their whispered query as to whether she was awake or
not.
She was, in fact, awake, but didn't want to talk. Her
eyes were closed, but she could still see Brian on top
of Beth, Beth's legs cast wide in acceptance of what he
was doing to her. And she'd seen that thick white
column of man flesh sliding in and out of Beth too,
before he'd jammed it in and held it there, deep, as he
grunted and made sounds. Those sounds made it all too
clear what he was doing - spurting his cousin full of
thick baby juice.
She couldn't help but wonder what it was like.
Chapter Four
The next day Patty cornered her sister and cousin after
breakfast and demanded that they tell her everything.
She knew why they'd done it, of course, but she
insisted on being told again and again what that first
time was like. Had it hurt? Had they bled? Was it
uncomfortable? When the answers about the negative
aspects of it were vague, and their talk about the
positive aspects got more and more unbelievable, Patty
held up her hand to stop them.
"So you're gonna keep doing it with him." she stated.
"Until he leaves, I mean."
Liz nodded, but that wasn't good enough for Beth. Her
dream had come true the night before and she was still
on cloud nine. "I'm going to let him do that even after
he comes back." she said. Then she blushed as she
realized she'd said it out loud. She stuck her jaw out.
"Well I am!"
"Well if he comes back, we're all going to be in a HEAP
of trouble." said Patty.
"We all?" said Liz archly.
"OK, you all are going to be in a heap of trouble." she
amended. By now she was so curious that had she started
trying to talk herself into letting Brian fuck her too.
She was arguing with herself, though, and she didn't
know who was winning.
"What if you guys both have girls? What then? Girls
can't carry on the family line."
Liz said "We don't even know if we're pregnant yet you
goof!"
Patty went on. "Yeah, but what if you are... both of
you... and what if you both have a girl?"
"So what are we supposed to do?" asked Beth
plaintively.
"Well, I could see there being TWO girls... but not
THREE." said Patty, as if that explained everything.
"What?" responded both Beth and Liz at exactly the same
time. Neither of them got what Patty was talking about.
Patty acted like she was lecturing five year olds. "I
can see the possibility that Brian could get two
girls... women I mean... pregnant, and that both of
those women might have girls. But if he got THREE women
pregnant, one of them would just HAVE to be a boy. I
mean statistically there would just HAVE to be a boy."
Liz's eyes widened. "You want to fuck him too!" She
grinned widely. "Admit it... you want Brian to pop your
cherry too, don't you?"
Beth hadn't been happy about even one other girl
getting access to her dream boy's prick. The thought of
two other girls getting it made her start to smolder.
"I don't THINK so." she said.
"NO!" said Patty. "I didn't say I WANTED to do it. I'm
just saying that, statistically, it would be better to
have three babies than two. That's all. I mean...
really, you both COULD have a girl."
Liz wasn't buying it. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, I'm
willing to take my chances. I just am going to try to
get Brian's baby in me and I'll hope it's a boy, and
I'm not ashamed to admit that I love it when he's in
me. I wish I could do it all day long!"
Beth still wasn't happy. "It's not fair! You guys are
his SISTERS! You shouldn't even be DOING this. I'm the
one who's going to have Brian's baby and then he won't
be the last of the Thackery seed any more!"
Then the conversation was broken up by Nancy, who stuck
her head in the door and told them to get ready to go
down to Mobile, so that Aunt Mildred could see Brian
before he shipped out. That took the rest of the day,
though all three girls did get a chance to talk to
Brian about things. Had it been a "normal" trip, they
might not have said a word to him, but things had
changed and they all worked on an honest relationship
with him.
That night Brian went out with his friends and didn't
get back until late, long after the girls had given up
and gone to sleep.
And Brian slept late the next day, sleeping in until
noon. Nancy had a 'Daughters of the Confederacy'
meeting to go to that afternoon, and, suddenly, the
girls were alone with Brian.
He came awake to the feeling of being smothered in soft
girl flesh as both Liz and Beth crawled all over him,
stark naked, complaining of an "empty feeling" and
demanding to be filled. Patty stood in the doorway,
torn between leaving and watching.
In the end she watched.
She was amazed at how willingly the girls spread their
legs for Brian. She was astonished at how huge his
erect penis looked. She was flabbergasted when he slid
that huge thing effortlessly into first Beth, and later
Liz. Her eyes narrowed as each girl got more and more
active before going into paroxysms of orgasmic
pleasure.
She shuddered as Brian warned each girl he was about to
pour her full of the rare and priceless Thackery seed.
But each time she watched her brother push into one of
his lovers, and saw his butt muscles clench as he
fertilized them, she felt a gush of juice make her
pussy wet.
She had to leave at one point, but it was only to
change her panties before going back. Everything was
over by then. Brian glanced at her, but didn't say a
word. Had he gotten up and walked toward her she'd have
screamed and run in panic. She knew that like she knew
the sun would set that evening.
But when he DIDN'T get up and walk toward her, she felt
unaccountably like something was wrong.
She couldn't take it any more when Brian started round
two with each of the girls, and she left to go visit
Stacy Johnston, who, to Patty's intense disgust, wanted
to talk about boys.
For two more days Patty watched as Liz or Beth, or both
of them together found ways to be alone with Brian. And
each time she knew what was going on behind the closed
door, or in the back seat of the car, or wherever. Her
pussy stayed wet.
It was the next morning when it occurred to Patty that,
based on her last period, she was probably in the most
fertile part of her cycle, and would be for another two
or three days. She told her mother she was going for a
bike ride.
She didn't come back until eight-thirty that night.
Her parents were frantic, of course. Brian had been out
all afternoon cruising around in the car, but Anniston
is a town full of little streets and alleys, and, of
course Oxford is literally right next door, with it's
old town shops. For that matter she could have ridden
her bike onto Fort McClellan, where she could ride
around for days without being found.
So there were thunderclouds over the house when she
pedaled in, dropped her bike, and walked in the back
door like nothing had happened.
To her credit, she took it all with quiet stoicism.
She'd been out, thinking, and knew she should have
called them. So she endured the lectures and the
grounding and the lectures after the grounding, and, of
course, the stories of girls kidnapped and raped and
killed that came at various points DURING the lectures.
And when everyone was done yelling at her she walked
quietly to her room. She took a shower and got in bed,
again facing the wall. Aunt Jill and Beth, who had also
been driving around looking for her, went home. Liz,
who had been frantic with worry for her twin, dropped
into her own bed, exhausted, and slept.
Eventually the house went quiet as night spread its
blanket over the family.
Brian pretty well figured somebody would pay him a
visit that night, so he didn't bother to put on
anything after his shower. He lay naked on his bed,
half hard from the anticipation, and read a book. It
was late, and the house had been quiet for a while.
He was about to close the book and turn out the light
when Patty appeared in the doorway suddenly, without
knocking. The door just opened silently, and there she
was. The only reason Brian noticed was some small
movement he saw in his peripheral vision, that cause
his head to swivel towards the door. What she was there
for was obvious. She was dressed only in panties.
She slid in the door and closed it quietly behind her,
leaning back against it. Even though she acted cool as
a cucumber, Brian could tell she was... excited. First
of all she was flushed clear down to the tops of her
breasts, which were rising and falling rapidly.
Secondly, her hands fluttered at her hips, as if she
didn't quite know what to do with them. And her nipples
were erect, sticking out as though they were trying to
burst off of her flesh and bounce against the walls.
Those nipples were darker than Brian would have
expected. Liz's nipples and areolas were pink and pale,
but Patty's were more toward maroon. Otherwise he could
have been looking at Liz.
Brian tried to put her at ease. "I hoped you'd come."
he said softly.
Her eyes widened fractionally in surprise. She still
couldn't adjust to the idea that she was going to let
her brother slide his penis inside her and, hopefully,
make her pregnant. It was just too strange.
"Really?" she said, her voice younger than her years.
She looked about ready to bolt.
"Yes" he said simply. "You're beautiful, Patty."
It seemed like a stupid thing to say, considering the
circumstances, but somehow it was the thing that made
her relax a little.
"This seems weird." she said, still leaning against the
door.
"It's hard for me to explain how I feel about all
this." he said. "I mean I know it's crazy, and incest,
and all that stuff. But what you... and the others...
are doing is so wonderful. I mean it makes me feel... I
don't know... special somehow."
"Really?" she asked again. Her body leaned forward,
onto her feet and she took a tentative step toward the
bed, and her brother, who was lying on it.
"Yeah. Really. I mean at first it just was a chance to
get... laid."
He saw the look of shock in her eyes and held up his
hand. "Don't be upset. It just seemed like that was the
whole point. At first. But when Beth said she really
wanted my baby, and Liz came back again and again, it
was like suddenly I really WAS somebody special. I
can't really put it into words."
Patty took another step. "I know how you feel. When we
talked about it I thought it was a stupid idea. But the
more I thought about it... I'm scared though, Brian."
He rolled over and his mostly stiff cock flopped onto
the bed. Patty stared at it and took a step back.
"Wow" she said softly. "I still can't get over how...
how big it is."
"I won't hurt you Patty" he said soothingly. "You don't
even have to do this."
"Yes I do" she said firmly, taking two steps toward
him. "It's my duty. You have your duty and I have mine.
Liz and Beth might have girls. They might not even get
pregnant."
"If you're sure you want to do this, then I promise I'm
going to make you very very happy." he said, patting
the bed right beside his cock.
She came over to the edge of the bed, staring at his
cock like it was some 4th of July firework that hadn't
gone off yet, and nobody knew whether it was safe or
not. But, looking at it, she felt a rush of warmth in
her pussy and realized that, besides looking scary, it
looked... interesting too. She marveled at the
smoothness of the skin and at how soft the hair around
the base looked. Her eyes slid to the big sack under
the base. It looked full and she felt another rush of
warmth in her pussy.
Brian, meanwhile, was staring at his sister's almost
naked body. He felt the urge to mate, and his penis
hardened fully, but he knew that Patty was frightened.
He knew that this time, when he coupled with a Thackery
woman, he would need to be tender.
"You can touch it... if you want to." he said softly.
"It looks... different." she said vaguely. Tentatively
she reached out and touched it with one fingertip. It
lurched and she drew her finger back.
"I think it likes you." he joked.
Patty giggled.
"How 'bout if I make you feel good first?" suggested
Brian.
"How?" she said, touching his cock with her finger
again, stroking it with that one fingertip.
"I want to touch you." he said. He scooted back, making
room for her on his bed.
Patty looked at him, torn, her emotions fluctuating
wildly. "I... I don't..."
"Let me kiss you" he said. He reached for her and
coaxed her onto the bed, pulling her into a full body
hug. She was stiff, her eyes filled with fear, inches
from his own. He kissed the tip of her nose.
Now she felt each place his skin touched her. She could
feel the heat of his cock, sandwiched between her
abdomen and his.
"I love you Patty." he said soothingly.
"You have to love me. I'm your sister." That came from
the pragmatic part of her brain.
He kissed her lips, soft, short, repetitive kisses made
by pushing at her lips with his. They disarmed her
because they were so soft and non-threatening. She
began to kiss him back and then the kisses got longer,
and warmer, until their lips were glued together and he
began to slide the tip of his tongue into her mouth.
She felt herself melt against him as his kisses stole
her breath. "Mmmmm" she said into his mouth, licking
him back. "I like this."
"You'll like this better" he said, and began kissing
across her jaw, to her throat and then down to her
chest. She didn't have time to tense up before he
captured one of her stiffened nipples in his mouth and
sucked it in.
"Ahhhhhhh," she groaned as streaks of pleasure shot
into her pussy from that nipple.
He lifted his head and whispered to her. "If you make
too much noise somebody's going to come and make us
stop."
Patty clapped one hand over her mouth and used the
other hand to pull his head back to her breasts. He
changed nipples and then, after sucking that one until
it was an inch long, started kissing down her belly.
Patty knew what he was going to do and she froze. He
pulled the waistband of her panties down and pushed his
nose through her pubic hair. Then he got up on his
hands and knees, pulling her stiff legs apart and
crawling between them.
"Relax" he said softly.
"Mfph ng bfrt," she said into the hand covering her
mouth.
Brian made her bend her knees and he pushed her heels
toward her butt. She felt completely exposed, even
though she still had on panties.
Brian leaned down and pushed his face against her pussy
through the panties, just pushing and sliding his face
around in her crotch. Patty felt pins and needles
assail her pussy as his nose and then his chin pressed
into her clitty. He reached up with his fingers and
squeezed and rolled her nipples.
"Mfph ng bfrt," she said again.
Brian lifted his head. "I'm going to take your panties
off now Patty."
"mm mm," she said into her hand.
"Yes" he said. His hands reached for the waistband and
pulled. Patty's eyes showed white all around her irises
as he pulled harder and harder, until finally her hips
lifted and he slid them off her ass and down her thighs
until they were stretched tight. He sat up and lifted
her feet, pulling on the panties until she took one
foot out of them.
Before she could react or think Brian pushed her knees
apart, leaned down and fastened his lips around the
mouth of her sex, shoving his tongue into her pussy.
"MMMMNNNNGGGGGGG!" she moaned into her hand.
Patty hadn't known what to expect, so it isn't fair to
say she was surprised at the feelings of glorious
happiness that coursed through her young body as her
brother found, and sucked on her clitty. Her hips
jerked upwards with enough force to lift his head eight
inches and she scrabbled for a pillow, knowing she was
going to scream, and that she couldn't stop herself
from doing it. Her flailing hand caught the pillow and
brought it to cover her face just as her agonized cry
of pleasure burst out.
What came from under the pillow was a muffled
"MMMAAAAHHHHHH!" as her muscles, independent of
conscious control, snapped her pussy up against his
mouth again twice in a rapid beat. Then she couldn't
breathe and she lifted the pillow to draw in a gasping
breath of air. Everything was happening too fast for
her to keep up with or understand as an orgasm crashed
through her body and she flopped, almost as if she were
having a seizure of some kind.
Her obvious ecstasy inflamed Brian and his carefully
thought out plan to take it nice and slow with Patty
began to develop cracks and flaws as he used his front
teeth to savage her clit. His cock felt like it was so
hard it might break off if something hit it too hard.
Brian lifted his face from Patty's gushing sex and
crawled up, stopping just long enough to suck each of
her spiked nipples and let the tip of his cock press
between her virgin pussy lips. He dragged the pillow
off her face and saw her eyes were tightly closed. When
she opened her eyes and looked at him they were glazed
and shocked looking.
"So you want a baby?" he whispered.
Patty didn't actually understand the words and her
"Uhhhhhhh," was actually part of the slide her emotions
were making down from the peak of her orgasm.
Brian, though, heard assent. "I'm going to give you one
Patty. I'm going to fuck you now and make a baby in
your belly."
Now something penetrated Patty's lust fogged brain.
"Baby" she whispered.
Brian pressed and his cock forced her virgin lips
apart. Patty's hips did a wiggle and dance as she began
to feel pain and automatically tried to avoid being
speared. But all that did was adjust the angle of his
attack until he was perfectly aligned with her sheath.
All thoughts of being gentle were gone and Brian
pressed forward as fast as his own foreskin could take.
Her hymen stretched cruelly and then tore, and, as that
minimal resistance disappeared, Brian's cock bored into
her slippery channel, forcing the breath out of her
that she might have screamed with. Just as the tip of
his cock mushed into her cervix, his pubic hairs
tangled with hers and his pubic bone flattened her
clitoral bud.
There was a mingled "Ahhhhhhh," from Brian and the
sound of air rushing into Patty's lungs as she prepared
to scream bloody murder.
Brian, inexperienced as he was, felt the urge to kiss
his lover and he sealed his lips over hers and thrust
his tongue into her mouth about the same time as her
scream tried to get out. Brian's overheated libido
caused him to hump his sister three times in rapid
succession, resulting in the repetitive stimulation of
both her cervix and her clit. All pain was suddenly
ignored as Patty felt the thing that has made women
crave a pussy full of prick for thousands of years.
Their lovemaking, if it's even fair to call it that,
was so driven by instinct, and passion and lust that
neither of them was paying much attention to the other.
As a result, their efforts were not complimentary and,
at a time when she should have been pushing up, Patty's
butt relaxed and fell. Brian's cock slipped out of her
and, when her hips DID rise, slid along her pussy lips
and up to her belly button instead of going back into
her pussy.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she whined, her hands frantically
trying to get between them. Brian realized what had
happened and was even less happy about it. He raised up
and her hand found his cock instantly, redirecting it
back to her swampy hole. With sighs of relief from both
of them he slammed it back into her pussy.
Finally they matched a rhythm and he pounded her pussy
in rapid jerky strokes that brought both of them to
orgasmic bliss in less than a minute. Just as Brian
felt the muscles in his back burning so much that he
might have to stop, he felt his balls lurch and his
prick swell.
He dug the tip of his cock into Patty's cervix and held
it there tightly as strong, healthy streams of his
spunk painted his sister's fertile womb. Being pressed
in like that brought Patty off too as her clitty was
massaged and, for the first time in her life, she felt
warm sperm being injected deep in her belly. She
clutched her brother so hard that she thought she might
break her bones.
Thirty seconds later, both collapsed, Brian falling on
his sister as if he were dead. Patty had a little
trouble breathing, but she didn't care. The feeling of
his body pressing down on hers was something she knew
she'd always remember... and welcome. Her mind flashed
back to when Liz had said "I'll let him do this when he
comes back too!" and suddenly she understood. she was
overwhelmed with love for her brother/lover and she
sought his lips for a deep kiss.
Brian gathered his strength for a few minutes and
rolled to the side. Patty rolled with him, keeping her
face close to his. "How long?" she whispered.
"What do you mean?" he asked, thinking she meant to ask
how many days it was until he had to leave.
"When can you do it again?" she asked, sliding her hand
down his chest to grasp his shrunken cock.
Patty stayed in his bed until five in the morning, when
he chased her out, knowing that their father would be
getting up soon. She was insatiable. She learned how to
suck him back to hardness and managed to get his prick
in her four more times, each time thrilling to the feel
of his hot baby batter flooding her already soaked
womb. Brian was a limp wreck when he finally convinced
her to go back to her room.
And it wasn't until she got OUT of bed that Patty
realized how much she had been stretched and abused as
she hobbled back to her own bed.
When, at eight thirty, his mother peeked into his room
to see if he wanted breakfast, and she saw him lying
spread eagled and naked, his limp cock lying to one
side forlornly, she wanted to get that monster firm and
climb aboard him again. But the girls were in the
house, even though only Liz was up and about. With a
sigh of regret, she closed the door and let him sleep.
for the next four days Private Brian Thackery knew what
it felt like to be on the FBI's ten most wanted list.
He was a hunted man. Everywhere he turned there was a
nubile teenage female wanting to get naked with him and
all three girls pulled him between their legs as often
as they could manufacture a chance to do so.
It was amazing how often one of the girls needed to go
to Wal-Mart for some small thing, and demanded that
Brian drive her there. When Nancy reminded Liz that she
was perfectly capable of driving herself, Liz archly
reminded her mother that Brian would be gone for a
whole year, and that she wanted to spend as much time
with him now as she could. So Nancy gave in, completely
missing Brian's anguished look and the fact that he was
beginning to look a little pale and walk a little
funny.
Of course once Liz got him in the car, she ordered him
to find a nice remote place where she could spread a
blanket, so she could extract "just one more helping"
of the fabulously valuable and incredibly rare Thackery
seed. Then, as soon as they got back, one of the other
girls would try to get him alone.
By the time Brian started cramming everything he was
allowed to take with him into his duffel bag, Brian had
learned exactly why the great Sultans of old had gone
off to war so often. Taking care of multiple 'wives'
was hard work!
The leave-taking was the stuff of romance novels. While
the Thackery seed might be on the endangered sperm
list, the salty tears of the five women whose wombs now
harbored that seed were plenteous in the extreme.
It had already been determined that Tom would take
Brian on post and drop him off at the assembly point,
since none of the women could see well enough to drive.
Ironically, a casual observer might have drawn a
comparison between the way the Thackery women were
acting and scenes of women at a middle eastern funeral,
so much wailing was going on.
Each of the women clasped Brian to her bosom, hugging
him fiercely, and their exhortations that he come back
to her might have sounded repetitive to another man.
But Brian, who had a lump in his own throat, knew
better than most men how serious these women were about
loving him. What he felt was the astonishment of a man
who, for the first time in his life, knows he is loved
beyond all other men.
Most men feel that but once in their life... if they're
lucky.
Private Brian Thackery reported to his Platoon
Sergeant, with his bag and baggage, and several hours
later climbed on a bus which would take them to
Atlanta, where they would board a chartered 747 for the
first leg of his trip, to Germany. From there it would
be a long flight into Saudi Arabia, and who knew what
after that.
He sighed with relief when his butt hit the seat.
At last he could get some rest.
EPILOGUE:
Private First Class Brian Thackery comported himself
honorably and bravely during the Turkey Shoot that was
Operation Desert Storm. He never came under fire,
though he was close enough to hear most of Saddam's
army being crushed. When an M1 Abrahms main battle tank
broke down after crossing the line into Iraq, he
speeded to it's aid to provide security while it was
repaired.
Hours later, having effected repairs, and fuming at
having been delayed while his brother tankers went on
to expend copious amounts of sabot rounds into Iraqi
tanks, Sergeant Cooper, the tank commander, shook
Brian's hand. He then disappeared over a low hill to
their front.
Almost three minutes after he was gone, PFC Thackery
and his partner got another radio call from Sgt Cooper,
who requested that Thackery again come to his aid. He
did not specify what kind of aid was needed. Cooper
simply said "I need you to follow my tracks to my
position." When Thackery and his partner drove over the
hill in their armored Humvee, Brian felt his anus
pucker hard.
There in front of him was the tank, with Cooper
standing on top, waving his arms. He and the tank were
surrounded by what looked like three hundred Iraqi
soldiers, fairly bristling with weapons of various
kinds and calibers.
None of them, however, were pointed at either Cooper or
the tank.
Realizing how completely ludicrous the situation was,
PFC Thackery depended on his training and drove forward
fearlessly. Out of the side of his mouth he told his
partner to get into the turret of the Hummer and man
the M-60 Machine Gun that was mounted on the roof.
The hummer rolled to a dusty stop about ten feet from
the tank and Brian got out.
"What's going on here?" he said in his lowest, most
gravelly MP voice. It was the one he had developed
through intense practice when no one was around to hear
him.
Sgt Cooper said "PFC Thackery, these people have
surrendered to me, and I haven't got time to mess with
them. I need you to take them off my hands so I can go
shoot some tanks! This is their commanding officer,
captain Habib." He pointed to a man on the ground
beside the tank. That man turned to face Brian.
"It is MAJOR and it is Habibi. Ah, I see you are
Military Police! Excellent. We surrender. Please take
us into your custody."
Brian was surprised that the man was speaking English,
and astounded at the situation he was in. Considering
his lack of experience, it could only be said that he
made two mistakes.
First, he sent Cooper on his way to kill tanks. That
was a mistake, by virtue of the fact that it left him
more or less completely defenseless. An argument could
be made however, that, had the Iraqis started shooting,
Brian and his partner would have been toast regardless
of whether the tank was there or not.
He got on the radio and reported that he had prisoners.
That was a radio call that was being made more and more
frequently, and the response was "How many prisoners?"
Being a man of fairly literal bent, Brian reported that
he didn't know for sure. He had not, after all,
actually counted his prisoners.
The radio operator at Division Rear, assuming that
Brian was a radio operator for a company in the field,
instructed him to move the prisoners on a particular
azimuth (direction) which would take them to an EPW
(Enemy Prisoner of War) collection point.
Brian then made what was considered his second mistake.
He let the prisoners retain their weapons. When asked
why he did this, he replied that any time he'd left his
weapon lying around he got his ass chewed, and he was
afraid to leave all those weapons in a pile in the
desert for fear that he'd get an Article Fifteen
(punishment).
Thus it was that PFC Brian Thackery, accompanied by
Three hundred twenty-four fully armed Iraqi soldiers,
approached the EPW collection center, manned by
seventeen MPs belonging to the 615th MP Company. That
they were not fired upon was only because Brian sent
his partner ahead in the Hummer to let them know what
was going on, while he walked with Major Habibi, who
had spent four years at Cal Tech, studying Electrical
Engineering.
It was during that time that he learned Saddam had
abandoned his forward forces, planting mine fields
behind them so they couldn't retreat. They had not been
resupplied with either water or food for over a month,
and were starving. Before they arrived at the EPW
collection point Habibi formally handed Brian his
Makarov 9mm pistol and said "Thank you PFC Thackery.
When do you think we'll be able to get something to
eat?"
Thus it was that PFC Brian Thackery, the last of the
Thackery seed, as far as he knew, fulfilled his and his
father's dreams of not only surviving the war, but
becoming something of a hero as well.
And so, in July, 1991, when Brian was given an extra 30
days of leave in honor of having captured the most
prisoners of anybody in the whole Army (Sgt Cooper was
too embarrassed by the whole incident to take any of
the credit)he flew home to Anniston.
Well, he flew to Atlanta, and his father picked him up.
His father was alone, which made Brian pretty sad. He
had enjoyed many memories while he was off to war, and
a majority of them involved Thackery women. He had
written them a lot of letters, and had received a few
in return, but had moved around so quickly that his
mail rarely caught up with him.
The few letters he did receive were along the lines of
"Your sisters are doing fine in school, we miss you,
come back safely" kinds of letters. And in none of them
was he notified he was going to be a Daddy. And, while
he had more or less forgotten the reasons for all that
sex he'd gotten from the Thackery women, he remembered
each sexual partner quite vividly. He had hoped to get
to hug a few when he got off the plane.
It was on the ninety mile ride from the airport to
Anniston, during a long talk with his father, that he
found out just how potent the last of the Thackery seed
was.
His father had, at first, bought the story from Nancy
that his vasectomy must have undone itself. He laughed
as he described himself strutting around at the plant,
while all the other men kidded him about being SO
potent that not even a doctor could do anything about
it.
But, by the time it became clear that his two daughters
AND his sister in law AND her daughter were all
pregnant too... well, he wasn't stupid. None of the
women would admit anything at all, but their shared
attitude about Brian was illuminating.
After telling his son all this, he looked over at him
and smiled a tired smile.
"I don't know whether to get in a fight with you or hug
you." he said.
Brian, having a conscience, was subdued. He wasn't
going to try to lie his way out of it either.
"Sorry Dad. She woke me up one day and things just sort
of got out of hand."
Tom stared ahead, but then smiled. "Yeah, I remember
what she could do to a man when he wasn't paying
attention. And she always has gotten her way when she
set her mind to it.
And, even though he now knew what was waiting for him
at home, it was a stunned Brian Thackery who got out of
the car to be greeted by a line of five very beautiful
and very pregnant women, all grinning insanely as they
laid eyes on the cause of their swollen bellies.
They were hard to hug, but their welcome home kisses
were warm and happy.
They were all hard to sleep with too. All of them, save
Nancy, anyway, who was again being faithful to Tom. It
was she who negotiated the sleeping arrangements,
though. A heavily gravid woman has her routine, and way
of doing things, and she had enough trouble as it is to
be asked to change that.
So Brian slept in a different bed every night, pressed
up against tightly stretched skin under which a little
person moved and poked and kicked him. Or perhaps
spooned to her back, his arm draped over the little
piece of him that was in her bulging belly. And he
found out what it was like to try to make love with a
pregnant woman. It was a lot of work, but their
appreciation for his efforts, and the feel of shooting
off in furnace hot pussy was well worth the effort.
All of the women had been examined by Ultrasound, of
course, during their prenatal care. All of them told
the doctor they did NOT want to know the sex of their
baby. All of them dreamed about producing the first new
batch of the Thackery seed. They didn't want reality to
intrude on their dreams just yet.
They say semen induces labor. They could have done a
case study with Brian Thackery and his women.
Liz was the first to go into labor. She was pretty
young, but Brian stayed with her during the entire
fourteen hour labor. Nancy tried to, but was just too
heavy to be either comfortable or of any real help
other than moral support. At one point, though, while
Nancy was rubbing Liz's brow with a small ice cube, Liz
looked up and said "You did this for me. I love you,
mother."
She had a beautiful, healthy girl and, during a tearful
few moments while the baby was cleaned up, Brian hushed
her with kisses, telling her it didn't matter and that
the baby was beautiful. When they brought it to her now
swollen breasts and laid her there, Liz's eyes got
bigger and bigger as she looked at the little life
she'd made and her face broke into a smile that looked
like it hurt.
"She IS beautiful! And she's so tiny! OH! I don't know
what to name her! I didn't think of any names for
girls!" Her face turned to her brother again and she
smiled. "Thank you Brian." she said.
It surprised no one that her twin was next. Patty
grunted and groaned and strained and pushed, gripping
Brian's hand tightly the whole time, and produced...
another girl. She laughed weakly, saying she was the
boy insurance, but it hadn't worked. She too, though,
fell in love with her daughter at first sight and Brian
felt happy beyond describing as he saw them together,
the baby's mouth working to find a nipple already.
Four days later it was Beth, and she wanted her mother
there, along with Brian. Several times she screamed at
Brian and then at her mother, until she gave up on the
natural method and accepted drugs. Then she was
sweetness and light as her own little girl was brought
into the light of day. For Beth it hadn't been about
having a boy as much as it had been having Brian's
baby, and she was ecstatic.
Then a week later Nancy finally went into labor. Tom
went with her to the hospital, asking Brian to stay at
home. He went to his Aunt's house instead and waited
with his Aunt Jill. When he got antsy she put on some
slow music and, with her arms draped over his shoulders
and her swollen belly pressed to his flat one, they
swayed, dancing, foreheads touching.
Nancy and Tom had done this three times before, and
they had it down pat. Within five hours of waddling to
the car, Nancy was holding her third daughter, whom she
had already named Shannon Elizabeth by the time Tom
called Brian with the news.
Jill resumed their dancing posture when he told her the
news. Four girls! It was impossible! Her clear blue
eyes gazed into her nephew's.
"I guess it's all up to me now." she whispered, and
kissed her young lover gently.
"All this for nothing." he sighed sadly.
Jill pushed him away sharply. "This wasn't for
'nothing', buster. Don't you go thinking that kind of
nonsense. You're a father five times over young man,
and every woman involved is insanely in love with the
results. I haven't even met mine yet, but I know I'll
love her... him... I know I'll love our child."
She went back to him and kissed him hungrily.
"I need you now Brian." she whispered, tugging at her
maternity shirt. Now she had to wear a bra, because her
breasts were huge. She felt ungainly and ugly.
Until she saw Brian's bone, standing straight and true,
leaking at the thought of snuggling into her pussy.
She begged him to fuck her, but he wanted to play
first. He started with her breasts, sucking the
enlarged thick nipples. Jill felt the remembered sweet
pain and was about to warn him when his head jerked
back, an amazed look on his face as he tasted mother's
milk after eighteen years of being away from it.
"Can I...?" He looked hungrily at her leaking breast.
"If you don't I'll just scream." she said. He was
noisily nursing her when Beth walked in, topless,
nursing her own Maria Elaine. When she saw the look in
her mother's eye as Brian suckled her warm milk she
smiled. She loved it when Maria took great gulps of
milk from her own swollen breasts, and now she knew
what to do about the few times that Maria couldn't
empty her.
Then she watched as Brian slid his engorged prick into
her mother and, once again, squirted her full of the
increasingly rare Thackery seed.
Jill's water broke less than two hours later, as she
and Brian lay napping, spooned together. Brian drove
her to the hospital.
While they got her ready for her delivery he visited
his father and they hugged.
"You make good babies" said Tom grudgingly.
"It must be that fabled Thackery seed." grinned Brian.
Then he visited his mother, who beamed at him and
showed off her new daughter.
"I'm the first Grandmother to give birth in this
hospital in forty years!" she smiled. "They gave me
flowers. And they gave Tom a condom!" She laughed. "Are
you two doing OK?" she asked, concern coming into her
eyes. Her husband had been amazingly understanding
about this whole business.
"I think we're OK" he said. "But I don't think we
should do this again."
She smiled. "I know." She held his hand and whispered
"I'll go on the pill." She laughed at his reaction and
shooed him out of the room, telling him his place was
with Jill now.
Doctor Phillip Stevens was one of five Obstetricians in
Anniston, and had taken care of all of the Thackery
women during their pregnancies. He had kept his mouth
shut, and avoided asking certain questions, but his
mind hadn't been idle. When the young man he knew as
Brian showed up yet again at a Thackery birth - four
out of the five - his suspicions overflowed,
particularly since he had been the coach for all four
women.
Well, until Beth had asked for drugs, anyway. And the
way the women all treated him made it fairly clear that
he was very VERY dear to all of them. He knew that
Brian was a sole surviving son, and that he was in the
military and had been in the Gulf War. He remembered
that none of the women had wanted to know the sex of
their babies. He had heard the expression of temporary
sadness as each of them were pronounced to be girls.
And... he knew what was about to be delivered this time
too. He HAD looked at the ultrasound pictures.
So, you about ready to lose twenty five pounds young
lady?" he said as he breezed into the labor room.
"You bet your ass Doc" she said. "And quit flirting
with me. You're about to put your hands on what only
two men have ever touched, and I might lose control."
"Well, we wouldn't want that." he said, nodding sagely.
"Not for at least six weeks after I get finished sewing
you up." He grinned and winked. "I might just need to
have a look at those sutures about then, though."
Jill blushed, but her smile was genuine as she looked
at Brian. "I think he likes me" she whispered. "Can you
imagine that? Me? All fat and ugly like this?"
Brian smiled back. "I CAN imagine that AUNT Jill." He
put heavy accent on the 'AUNT'. He leaned down and
whispered in her ear. "You shared me... sort of. The
least I can do is share you." Jill giggled, and that
triggered a contraction.
It was a hard labor. The fact that she was in such good
shape helped, though, and eventually she gave one last
convulsive push and sagged back as her nine pound eight
ounce, black-haired and loudly bawling baby was brought
into the world. She sobbed with the relief of both the
birth and collapsed back in the bed. She was too tired
to ask, and rolled her head to look at Brian for some
clue. He was just staring at her, love in his eyes.
She demanded to be kissed and Doctor Stevens'
suspicions gelled. While he was taken aback at the
identity of the women who had tried to ensure Brian's
genes would continue to play in the pool, he had to
admire their determination.
"Well," he said, working over the squawking little
thing that was being cleaned up and readied to be laid
on his mother's now empty abdomen. "I suppose we can we
assume that our miniature population explosion has come
to an end," he said. "THIS time... it's a boy!"
Jill's head raised and her eyes gleamed as the nurse
handed her the newest depository of the fabled Thackery
seed.
She cuddled the baby, who stopped crying almost
immediately when he felt his mother's warm skin, and
found a nipple with unerring accuracy.
"I don't know, Doc." she said softly. "It's only ONE
boy."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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