It was the day after Kerstin's first period had ended when her adopted father pulled her aside. "Kerstin, I've got some bad news, the worst I've ever had to tell you," he said, sitting down beside her. He was still dressed in his police lieutenant's uniform, which was not a good sign. Kerstin wasn't sure what news could be worse than her just completed first period, though. She'd panicked, not knowing what was happening. They hadn't had any pads in the house, and didn't know where to find them, since Kerstin's adopted mother had split. She'd ruined two pairs of panties.
"It's about custody, especially about you being adopted," her father said. "It seems that the adoption may not be valid. If it isn't, you could be taken away from both me and your mother."
"How can it not be valid?!" Kerstin asked, she remembered the completion of the process two years before. Her brother Rorie didn't have to go through it, as he was the natural born son of her mother and father. Her father often said that it meant more to have been adopted than born. "You went through the judge and everything!"
"Apparently, you were removed, no to be honest, kidnapped from your parents by a social worker who thought that your parents were unfit, without proper paperwork, and then offered up as an orphan along with two younger sisters," her father said.
"What was so bad that to cause them to remove me?" Kerstin asked. She didn't remember much from the time before she came to live as a Yarborough, just flashes of things.
"Your parents are Conceptionites," her father said. "They had you when they were twelve, and were still teenagers when you were removed. The reasoning that the social worker gave when they caught her doing a fifth case two years later was based on their religion, which is not a valid reason for child removal. Religious freedom is paramount in this nation."
"What made her think being a Conceptionite was bad?" Kerstin asked. She didn't know a Conceptionite, or anything about their tenets.
"Some accuse the Conceptionites of practicing mind control on their girls," her father said. "Conceptionite women are not allowed to wear clothes, and spend most of their life, starting very young, having babies, often having upwards of a dozen children. You'll find them to be very proud of each pregnancy and baby. You don't see them in school because nudity isn't allowed in school, but that's not their fault."
Kerstin shuddered as she thought about what that meant. She didn't want to have a baby, yet. She wanted to grow up and become a doctor. She couldn't do that if she was naked and pregnant. Going to school was important if she was going to become a doctor. As for having a dozen children plus, a couple like her parents had would be enough for her, a boy and a girl.
"Now, I'm trying to keep you," her father said. "But you need to know that it might happen, and your mother and I will probably not get much time to say good bye. I'm told it's quite likely that the judge will rule, and you'll be taken to your parents right then. But I don't think they'll get you."
Rorie and his sister Kerstin sat in the front row of the court room as the Judge was about to rule on which of their parents got custody of each of them. The six-year-old didn't care much on who, but didn't want to be split from his eight-year-old sister, especially on her birthday.
"Full and unfettered custody of Roy Orville Yarborough Junior is granted to his father, Roy Orville Yarborough Senior. Custody of Kerstin Ambrosia Yarborough, however is not granted to either Roy or Amy. Evidence has been presented to this court and validated that Kerstin Ambrosia was not validly put up for adoption by the state. It has been confirmed, and Kerstin shall be immediately returned to her biological parents, Brion and Ariel Breedlove."
Roy looked over at his sister, who looked completely shocked. "Daddy said it wouldn't happen," she whispered. "I don't want to go."
"I don't want you to go," Roy said, turning to hug his sister tightly.
"But I have to, Rorie," Kerstin said, straightening up and trying to sound mature. "The judge said so. I've never actually been Kerstin Yarborough, but Kerstin Breedlove. And now I have to live as a Breedlove."
"Indeed," a lawyer said, coming to stand before the two. "I am Father Michael, lawyer for Brion and Ariel Breedlove, and I will be taking you to your parents, Kerstin."
"Will I see my brother again?" Kerstin asked.
"That will be up to your parents, but I'm sure that they will let him visit you, after a suitable time of integration into the family," Father Michael said. "You need to get used to your new life with your mother, father, and younger sisters."
"Younger sisters?" Kerstin asked.
"You have four younger sisters, two of which we are still trying to find," Father Michael replied. "Still. There is your six and a half year old sister Juliet, and five year old sister Harriet, taken away illegally at the same time as you were. You have a three-year-old sister Fatima and a fourteen-month-old sister Emma."
"You're not going to take me away from my parents," Rorie said. "I don't want you to take Kerstin from me, either." His arms wrapped around Kerstin tightly.
"No, we won't take you from your parents," Father Michael said. "But Kerstin has to go back to her parents. She was taken away and hidden by a rogue state social worker, and given away when she was barely two and a half, and it's time that she's returned to where she belongs. I'll see that you can contact her when the time comes. Now, Kerstin, it's time to go."
Rorie reluctantly let his sister untangle him from her and watched as she gave one last hug to his mother and father. And then she walked out of the court room at the side of Father Michael. The image of her in her favorite blue jean and sweat shirt combination with her long blond ponytail, from behind, as the door to the court room closed behind her, was engraved into Rorie's memory.
Kerstin nervously stepped through the door to the room where she'd been told that her parents were waiting. She only had the vaguest of memories of them. She'd been two-and-a-half when she'd been taken away from her parents. She hadn't even seen them from afar, after she'd been told it was possible that she'd be going back. She didn't want to go back. She knew that if she did, her life would be changed forever. Well now she was back.
There was a hum coming from the inside of the room, and for the briefest of moments she wondered where it was coming from. Then she forgot it.
The first person she saw was her father, a tall young man. She knew he was barely twenty years old, and shared the same birthday as her mother. He was dressed in a dress shirt, vest and tie, and had dark blond hair. He came over and hugged her tightly. It felt good to be hugged. Then he released her and she saw her mother for the first time in five and a half years.
Her mother had long blond hair, just like Kerstin, but unlike Kerstin, her hair was not up in any fashion, only held back by a band, and her mother was completely naked. Kerstin wasn't sure if her mother was pregnant, but her belly wasn't flat. "My little Ambrosia," her mother said, as she hugged Kerstin. "Oh how I missed you."
Kerstin found herself sniffling, as she felt her mother's arms around her. It felt familiar, despite the time that passed. "Mommy," she found herself saying. She'd never called Amy Yarborough that. She'd been Mom, or lately Mother.
Her mother stepped back just a little, and held Kerstin at arms length. "Look at you, all grown up, and wearing clothes. If you're anything like I was, I bet you're already starting to develop a little."
Kerstin felt her face flush and looked downwards. That's when she noticed a naked little girl half hiding behind her mother. She looked about three, and had her hair up in a ponytail, just like Kerstin.
"Say hello to your big sister, Kerstin," her mother asked the little girl. The little girl waved, then moved hide more behind her mother. "This is Fatima, she's three, her birthday was last Tuesday. Don't hide from your sister, Fatima. And over there is Emma, I'm afraid she's taking a nap at the moment."
Kerstin looked over to see a baby, in a baby carrier on the desk, which she knew was fourteen months old, only wearing a diaper, with the same blond hair as hers, but unrestrained.
"Now, let's get those clothes off," her mother said. "A girl should not be in clothes, especially on her birthday. On your birthday, you deserve to be in your birthday suit."
"Now, Ariel, remember she's not used living like we do," her father stated.
"Brion, you know my position on bandages," her mother said. "Best get used to it quickly, Kerstin."
"You mean I'm not going to be wearing clothes anymore?" Kerstin asked. She'd heard that Conceptionite girls didn't wear clothes, and she knew that her biological family were Conceptionites. She hadn't believed it, and even seeing her naked mother and sisters she still didn't.
"Starting now, only when the weather requires it," her mother said. "We do not believe in feminine modesty, and we believe that when a girl is pregnant, she should not hide it in any fashion."
"Are you pregnant?" Kerstin asked.
"I am, twenty-two weeks pregnant, due at the end of July," her mother said, reaching for the bottom of Kerstin's sweatshirt. "We like to put a good year and a half to two years between babies. I had you at twelve, but you'll probably start much earlier. When you start early, you do tend to have them often." Her mother began to lift up Kerstin's sweatshirt. "Raise your arms."
Kerstin found herself stretching her arms up towards the ceiling. "Really?" Kerstin asked, as her mother pulled her sweatshirt over her head. That was part of the fear she had about going back to her biological parents. She had dreams and friends she wanted to grow up with. If she had babies, that would change things. The sweatshirt pulled off her hands, leaving her topless, and revealing her budding breasts. "I don't want to start early."
"Sit down, so I can handle your shoes," her mother ordered. Kerstin sat down on a chair that was in front of the lone desk in the room. "Once you're old enough to bleed, you'll be old enough to breed, so it won't be early. It does look like you're starting to develop. That doesn't mean you'll get pregnant right away. I was bred for a year and a half before I got pregnant." Her mother removed Kerstin's right shoe. "I had you just after my twelfth birthday."
Kerstin felt very nervous. "I don't want to have babies," she admitted, as she felt something slide into her hair, as her left shoe was pulled off. "I want to keep going to my school and become a doctor someday." Her mother pushed up the cuffs of her jeans to reach the tops of her socks.
"Becoming a doctor is a good thing," her mother said, removing Kerstin's socks. "And schooling, well we'll work on that. Stand up. You'll be home schooled for a while, but we'll try to get you back in." Kerstin stood up. "We're in the same school districts." Her mother unbuttoned her jeans. "As for babies, that is for the Lord to say."
Kerstin felt her nervousness start to go away, as she felt the band adhere to her forehead. "You mean I can still become a doctor some day, and go back to my school?" she asked as her mother pushed her jeans off her hips, revealing her plain white panties.
"Certainly," her mother said, as Kerstin's jeans fell to the floor. "I've got two more months of school until I've got my Elementary Education Degree. Being a doctor is a lot more work, but mothers never shy away from work." Her mother slid Kerstin's panties off, revealing her pussy. "I see you already have a few pussy hairs. Your father prefers to keep his girls bare of hair, but it is a definite sign that it won't be long until you have your first monthly bleeding."
"I had that ten days ago," Kerstin admitted as her panties dropped to the ground. She was completely naked now, but didn't feel nervous or anything like that. It was kind of strange. "How do you handle periods naked?"
"Well, then, your daddy will have to start breeding you tonight," her mother said, hugging Kerstin and making her step out of where her jeans and panties were pooled on the floor. "Having your first child might take care of it for a few months. If not, well there are tampons and bleeding cups."
Kerstin looked up at her daddy when the hug ended. "Daddy, you will breed me?" Kerstin asked, idea percolating in her brain. She was not sure when the idea started to feel right, but it did now.
Her father picked Kerstin up in his arms. "If you want me to," he said. "I assume her band has been charged and is ready for independent operation on the way home, Father Michael?"
"Oh yes it is," Father Michael said, from where he was adjusting a device seated on the desk. "Remember you should make the first one yours, then find someone for her. Be sure to breed your daughter thoroughly tonight, Brion."
"Oh, I will," her father said. "So, Birthday Girl, before we go home, is there any place you'd like to stop?"
Kerstin leaned against her father's shoulder. "I'd been promised McDonald's," she said softly. "Can we go there, since Mommy, my sisters, and I are naked?"
"Different location than you're used to, but we can go to McDonald's," her father said. "Your sister, Fatima, loves the slides there. She might even stop hiding behind her mother and drag you to it."
"McDonald's!" Fatima cried out, no longer hiding behind her mother.
Rorie picked at his Happy Meal. He wasn't very happy. He'd thought he would be when he got to live with Dad, instead he was miserable without his sister. If you'd told him that he would already be missing his sister, assuming that you could have convinced him that he would be losing his sister at court, he would have said he'd never miss his sister. He would have been wrong. He wanted his sister. He wished his father hadn't taken them to McDonald's to celebrate. It had been Kerstin's favorite place.
Fatima pulled Kerstin towards the playground, having been told that she couldn't go on the slides unless Kerstin did. It was different being naked in public at a McDonald's. This was the first place that Kerstin had seen in her town that didn't have the "no shirt, no shoes, no service" sign but a "welcome nudes" sign instead. She suspected that meant that it was one of those places that her old mother would have avoided and derided. The sign was a good thing now, as Kerstin knew she wasn't going to get dressed for a good long while. It was the third day of April, and in the high sixties. As her mother said, perfectly good weather. It would probably be late October before Kerstin had to put clothes on again to go outside.
Going up and down the slide, following her new little sister was fun though, and different. Slides felt different when you were naked. Of course they weren't the only ones on the playground. All of them were not naked, but there were a half dozen naked girls playing on the slides and jungle gym in front of the McDonald's.
Eventually, they were called in to eat their Happy Meals. That's when Kerstin was spotted by one of her friends from school, Krystal Lear. "Kerstin, you're naked?" Krystal said, who was clothed.
"My biological parents got custody an hour ago, so I have to get used to it," Kerstin said, greeting her friend with a hug. It felt different feeling her friend's clothes against her skin. "We're apparently Conceptionites."
"Well, sorry," Krystal said. "I guess that means you won't be going to West Shores anymore."
"Oh, she might be back this fall, depending on the board," Kerstin's father said. "Right now she needs to get used to her new life first, so we're going to home school her until the summer."
"I'm on the board, and I'll support you," Krystal's father said. "You have a good case on religious freedom grounds. It's really not fair the religious beliefs are preventing Conceptionite girls from public schools. I'm not one myself, but my family does spend some time going around naked."
For the next half hour, Kerstin and Krystal talked, Kerstin getting used to her nudity in public. By the time they parted, she wasn't even thinking about being naked. She did feel just a little warmth between her legs though, making her touch her pussy as they left McDonald's.
Rorie carefully cataloged all of the things that his sister had left behind in their room. His father had told him that Kerstin wasn't likely to pick it up for a long time, and wouldn't end up needing a lot of it. He didn't want to move any of it. He left Kerstin's desk with her computer the way it had been, moving its mouse just so he could see her My Little Pony screensaver.
Kerstin walked into her new home for the first time. There was thick blue carpet in the living room, that felt good on Kerstin's bare feet. Her sisters were taken through the living room to a big windowed room that her mother called the playroom, but she was left in the living room to watch her daddy get undressed.
Kerstin's right hand was on her naked pussy, stroking it lightly. She hadn't touched her pussy like that before she'd been returned to her parents, but the first light touch had occurred at McDonald's, and by the time they'd arrived home, her finger was sliding in and out, and her pussy was getting wet. She liked the feeling.
Her mother returned to the living room, saying, "It looks like our daughter is getting herself ready. Why don't you take her up to the master bedroom, Brion, and start her breeding? She's going to need it right away, given when her last bleeding ended."
Kerstin knew that she hadn't wanted to be bred. She knew that if the man she'd known as her father before today had tried to bred her, she would have cried bloody murder. But she didn't do any of that as her daddy picked up her, and held her against his naked body as he carried her up the stairs. When her daddy placed her in the middle of the big bed, she only spread her legs to welcome her daddy.
"Time to put a little baby in my daughter," her Daddy said, as he got between her legs. "This might hurt a bit, but it gets better."
Her Daddy was right, it hurt as his penis burst through her hymen. Her vagina was being stretched so much that it really hurt, even though she was quite wet. But soon, as he pumped his penis in and out of her vagina, it did start to feel good, really good. "Daddy!" she cried out as her Daddy brought her over the top into her first orgasm. It wasn't long before her Daddy thrust into her hard, and spurted his seed into her for the first time.
It wouldn't be the last time, as Daddy took her once more before they went to sleep, and again in the morning before he had to go to work. When he got home, he'd take her again in the living room, and again after dinner and before bedtime. Kerstin was thoroughly bred. Five days after she came home, her mother had her take a pregnancy test after her Daddy left for work. Kerstin wasn't surprised that she was pregnant. Her breeding tailed off after that, as it wasn't required.
Rorie held his sister's stuffed dragon as he tried to get to sleep, his mind imagining what might be happening to his older sister as he slept in her top bunk. His imagination was well far afield from what was actually happened, as he didn't know how babies were made at all. Instead he was fearing that she was being hurt, and locked up.
Kerstin was totally used to her new life now. The breeding had trailed off to almost none, within a month of her getting pregnant. She hadn't gotten a second period. She now did her school work, and helped around the house. One of her jobs was to make sure that her little sisters stayed clean, which wasn't easy. Fatima tended to find every possible way to get dirty in the fenced in back yard.
At the moment, she was dealing with her first real bout of morning sickness, with nausea and dizziness. She hadn't thrown up yet, but she'd come very close. The worst part was that it had seemed to be triggered by the Happy Meal that her daddy had picked up for her to celebrate her reaching her second month of pregnancy. Not that she'd been with her daddy for two months. You apparently counted from your last period, and that had been when she was still Kerstin Yarborough. She liked being Kerstin Breedlove better.
It felt good being naked. It felt good being pregnant. Kerstin now felt like she believed what Father Michael said every Sunday at Mass. It was her duty to have babies. She had nearly forgotten what she'd been like before she's returned to her parents. The only desires left from that time was to become a doctor and go back to school.
Rorie sped down the hill on his new bike. He'd gotten it for his seventh birthday two days before. It had been seventy-eight days since he'd seen his sister, and if he had his way, there wouldn't be another day. His father had given him a four block radius to ride his bike in. He just couldn't cross Stoney Brook or Route 69. And that radius was important, because it included an address that he hadn't known until the Friday before.
Kerstin had sent him a birthday card, and it had a return address of 3215 West Shores School Road, exactly two blocks away from his own house on 3449 Forest Glade Lane. So today, since school had been out a week, he was setting out to visit his sister again. He turned left off Brookfield and onto Forest Glade. He knew that Kerstin's house should be the third house on the right, based on the number pattern used.
The houses on West Shores School Road were big, almost mansions to Rorie. They were turned to the side in the lot, with their main door opening to the driveway that went down to a two car garage. 3215 was a bit different than the rest. Instead of the wrought iron fence about waist high, there was a tall white fence that no one could see over.
Rorie rode his bicycle up the driveway to the three steps that went up to the door. He got off and rang the doorbell. He could hear the chimes on the other side, the opening to Vivaldi's Four Seasons, Spring. The door was opened by a naked woman, who Rorie thought looked like an older version of Kerstin. "Hello, I'm Rorie, I used to be Kerstin's little brother. Is she home, and can I see her?" he said.
"I'm Kerstin's mother, Rorie," the woman said. "I believe that Kerstin has missed you. She's currently sunning in the back yard. If you go down the driveway just a bit, there is a gate to go through. Let Kerstin know that I'm bringing out lemonade in a few minutes, and that her friend Krystal is running late, and won't be here until near suppertime."
"Yes ma'am," Rorie said trying to be as polite as possible. He didn't want to risk not being able to see his sister again. Despite what he'd said, he still considered Kerstin his sister, and wanted her back.
Rorie made sure his bike wasn't going to fall down, and headed down the driveway to the tall gate. He opened it and stepped in, closing it behind him. As soon as he turned around from closing the gate, he spotted his sister. She was laying on her back on a lounge chair, completely naked. It looked like she'd put a little weight on in the belly. He didn't know what to say, how to greet his sister after so long.
"Rorie!" Kerstin cried out, sitting up and looking at him. "I was wondering when I'd get to see you again." She stood up and opened her arms.
"Nice to see you two, Sis," Rorie said, finding his voice, as he found his way into his sister's arms. The slight bulge to her belly didn't allow him to hug her as tightly as he had at that day in court. "Putting on a little weight?" he said, as the hug ended.
"I'm having a baby, you lug," Kerstin said.
"And naked too," Rorie said. "Dad told me that you wouldn't be wearing clothes anymore, but I didn't quite believe it. And aren't you a bit young to have a baby?"
"Mommy was twelve when she had me," Kerstin replied.
"That's a half again older than you are," Rorie noted. "I guess you won't be going back to school, being naked and pregnant now."
"I will according to Daddy," Kerstin said. "How did you get here?"
"I rode my new bike here," Rorie replied. "I got it for my birthday Friday. Thanks for the card. I probably wouldn't have found you without it."
"Daddy said I should send one, so I did," Kerstin said. "I miss my bike, but I don't think they'd let me ride it, being naked all the time now."
"I can see if Dad will let me bring it over to you," Rorie said. "It is your bike. We haven't given away anything of yours. I still have your computer running that screensaver every night to remember you."
"You hated that screensaver," Kerstin said. "Tell Dad I want my bike. I've got a new computer to do my school work on, but if you can copy my pictures to a USB drive?"
"I will, Sis," Rorie said as Kerstin's mother brought out a tray with some glasses and a pitcher of lemonade. It was placed on a small table next to the lounge chair that Kerstin had been laying on. "Thank you, Mrs. Breedlove."
"You're welcome Rorie," Mrs. Breedlove said. "You're welcome to come visit Kerstin at any time now that she's been conformed to her life." She then went back into the house.
Once Mrs. Breedlove had returned to the house, Rorie turned to his sister. "What does she mean conformed?"
Kerstin looked a bit puzzled. "I'm not sure what she means by that. Krystal thinks it has something to do with this band that all of us girls wear," she said, pointing to the band that Rorie only now noticed. It was a silver band, only really visible across her forehead. "Her family are occasional nudists, not Conceptionites, so I don't know how much she really knows."
"That reminds me, your mother said Krystal wouldn't be here until suppertime. Can you take it off?" Rorie asked.
"No, it's stuck to my skin," Kerstin said, touching the band. "In the back, my hair's grown over it, and I think it's starting to go under my skin."
Rorie went around behind Kerstin and looked at the band. He could tell that his sister was right. It didn't take much for her hair to cover it, but about a half inch was actually under her skin at the very back. "Yea, it has," he said. "I wonder what it does."
Kerstin shrugged her shoulders. Rorie guessed that it didn't really matter to her anymore. "Anyway, how is Dad handling me being gone?"
"Well, he was quite mad at the judge at first," Rorie said. "He told me a lot about what he thought was going to happen to you, which I'm going to be sure to set him right. He didn't think you'd like what happened to you, but obviously you do."
"Yea," Kerstin said, her hand on her slightly swollen belly. "Oh, I found out this morning that I'll be returning to school at the end of August. My belly will really be bulging then."
"Dad says I'll be able to bike to school this fall, if I want to," Rorie said, a bit uncomfortable about the fact that his sister's pregnancy. "Maybe I can bike here, and we can walk the rest of the way together?"
"That would be very nice," Kerstin said. "Come on inside, I want to show you my new room. I don't have to share here."
"You didn't have to at our house," Rorie pointed out. "We wanted to."
"Oh yea," Kerstin said, with a slightly vacant expression. "Maybe we can share a bed again sometime, for the next baby."