Kerstin sat in the pew at the Church of the Immaculate Conception, with her mother, father, little sister Fatima, and best friend Krystal. Krystal was visiting the church, having wondered what it was about. All of the females in the church were naked, including Krystal. It wasn't the first time Krystal had been naked in public, as she'd been to McDonald's a few times that way since Kerstin had become a Conceptionite.
Kerstin was hoping that her best friend might convert, some day. She had met a few Conceptionite girls her age at church, but she knew Krystal and wanted a friend going through things with her. "And now for the Profession of Faith," Father Michael said. Kerstin stood with everyone else.
"We believe in fertility, that the Lord tells when we begin by his blood. We believe it is wrong to hide the female body, and signs that the Lord has blessed a woman's womb with child. We believe it is proper to obey thy Father, thou art in heaven, thou that fathered us, and thou that fathers on us. For the Lord is our Father, and we shall obey the Lord."
As Kerstin finished the Profession, Father Michael started to circulate to give individual blessings. As he approached Kerstin's mother, he put his hand against her pussy, and said, "It is time for you to give birth." When his hand pulled away, Kerstin's mother's water broke. She moved out into the aisle, and squatted, her father supporting her as labor began in earnest.
Then Father Michael blessed Fatima, running his right index finger across her pussy. Fatima giggled as usual. Then it was Kerstin's turn. "Bless this baby growing in you womb," Father Michael said as his hand rested on the lower curve of her four months of pregnancy-swollen belly. "May it be the first of many as you grow in this church."
Then he turned to Krystal, who since she didn't have the silver band, was obviously not a member of the church, despite her nudity. He placed his hand over her pussy, and blessed her too, "May you soon join us, as your womb grows ready to be filled."
Kerstin looked at Krystal as Father Michael went off to the next girl. She looked a bit shocked. "He touched me there," Krystal murmured.
"Yea, that's how he blesses girls, mostly," Kerstin replied quietly. "At least until you're pregnant."
"It felt good," Krystal admitted, her hand going down to touch her pussy. "I sort of want it again."
"Then kept coming with us," Kerstin said, her own hand touching her pussy under her swollen belly.
Through the rest of the Mass the two girls felt up their pussies, even starting to moan as it brought them pleasure. Near the end of Mass, both of them climaxed, making sure that when they exited the church, their pussies and inner thighs were wet. Kerstin's mother managed to walk out of the church with just her husband's arm around her as she carried her newborn baby boy, Kerstin's first biological brother.
Rorie paused in the driveway of his sister's new house. It was the first day of school, and he was riding his bike the four blocks to West Shore Elementary. There was his sister was, adjusting her backpack. It was the twenty-first of August, which meant that she was just now five months pregnant. Without any clothes on, it really showed, thought Rorie think any clothes could hide five months of growing baby in an almost eight and a half year old girl.
"Hey, Rorie!" Kerstin said. "Ready to start second grade?"
"Ready as I ever am, Kerstin," Rorie said. "Dad said you're going up a grade to fourth?"
"Yea, Daddy surprised me with the test results last night," Kerstin said. "I'm going to miss some of my classmates."
"Well, you're not going to miss me," Kerstin's friend Krystal said from behind the two. Krystal wasn't a Conceptionite, so she was dressed, though Rorie knew that the girl was no stranger to nudity. He'd seen her naked many times at Kerstin's house, and heard that she'd gone to see what the Conceptionite Mass was like several times. "Remember, I skipped up a grade last March, before you went out to become a Conceptionite."
Juliet Harrington was six years old, seven on October Eleventh, but she wasn't about to start First grade, or even Second. She'd skipped Kindergarten to start school in First Grade last year, and this year, she'd skipped Second to start Third. She was a very smart little girl. Her parents professed not to know where the smarts came from, but Juliet knew they were not her biological parents, not that her parents knew that she knew. She didn't remember her biological parents, as she'd found out that she'd been adopted when she was just eighteen months old.
At the moment she was walking down West Shore School Road, passed the block that her mother called the den of iniquity. You couldn't get to the school without going past the big Federalist style houses, some of which had big fences that even went around a portion of their front yards. Her mother said that it was were the Conceptionites lived. Her mother hated the Conceptionites with a passion, only a little less so than her father. Juliet hadn't been told why, but she'd figured it out, especially after her mother's rant a few weeks ago on finding out that they were going to let the Conceptionite girls attend public school with everyone else.
Her mother was apparently worried that the Conceptionite morals would infect the school. Conceptionite girls had to live naked, got pregnant early, and had to flaunt their nakedness and pregnancies. Juliet didn't think their would be many pregnant girls in Elementary School, if any but figured she'd see a few naked ones. That is she thought that, until she stepped past the white fence surrounding number 3215 and caught a naked girl walking towards the street down it's driveway. That girl couldn't be more than two or three years older than Juliet, and definitely was pregnant.
Juliet tried not to look, to be honest, not to stare, as the girl walked towards the sidewalk. From behind her, Juliet heard a bike hit its brakes, and the girl cried out, "Hey Rorie." Juliet kept walking. It was obvious that some parents didn't have any problem with Conceptionite girls, as she overheard the girl, a boy, and another girl talking as she continued her walk to school. When they stopped at a crosswalk to let the traffic pass, Juliet was able to tell that only the pregnant girl she'd first seen was naked of the group that was walking together. She spotted a couple other naked and pregnant girls, much older, probably fifth graders, walking into the school as she arrived, but most of the naked girls she saw walking into school were younger and not pregnant.
Going into her classroom, Juliet settled down at her marked seat. It didn't seem that there were any Conceptionite girls in her class.
Kerstin lowered herself onto the chair in the Cafeteria. Her brother Rorie was already seated at the table, his lunch having started ten minutes earlier. Each grade was staggered by five minutes so they wouldn't all go through the line at the same time. He'd reserved a seat for her at his table, and there was a free one beside that one for her friend Krystal.
Krystal's tray slid onto the table just as Kerstin picked up her fork. Kerstin's tray had a lot more on it than Krystal's, but then again, Krystal hadn't just reached her fifth month of pregnancy. "How is Second Grade?" she asked Rorie.
"Okay, I've got two Conceptionites in my class, that they couldn't fit in the other class," Rorie said. "Some of the other girls started to tease them, but I set them right. I don't think one of the teasers, a girl named Harriet who skipped both Kindergarten and First Grade, is likely to stop though. You'd think being the youngest in the class wouldn't make such a public bigot."
"Remember, Rorie," Kerstin admonished, "You're carefully taught by your parents. I probably wouldn't have been nice to me if I still lived with you and I hadn't been conformed as a Conceptionite. If you didn't know me, and how I changed, you'd probably be the same. Your Mother was not exactly known for being accepting of other beliefs."
"I guess you have a point," Rorie said. "Oh, there is a warrant out for Mother. Apparently they now think she had more to do with you and your sisters' kidnapping than just adopting you. No one has seen her in a month though."
"I wonder if she went to the beach house?" Kerstin mused.
"Wait, you have other sisters who were kidnapped the same way you were?" Krystal asked.
"Yes, two of them," Kerstin replied between bites of her meal. "When I was two and a half, this social worker took me, my eighteen month old sister Juliet, and my two day old sister Harriet away. She claimed that my parents were unfit, but being a Conceptionite appeared to be the only reason. The paperwork of what happened to us disappeared with in days. All three of us were apparently adopted within hours of being removed. Mom was so upset and depressed afterwards that she miscarried three times before she got pregnant with Fatima."
"Speaking of babies and your family," Rorie said, as he finished his lasagna. "I'm still your best brother, not baby Brion?"
"He eats, sleeps, cries. He's not a competitor, yet," Kerstin said. "He's a warning about what I'm going to have to deal with in late November to early December."
"Well, that's your life," Rorie said, as he suddenly got a puzzled look on his face.
"I know that expression, you've seen something you think is off but aren't sure," Kerstin said, before turning to Krystal. "Our Dad taught us to be observant of things around us, and Rorie has a photographic memory. He wants to be a detective some day. I want to be Doctor Watson to his Sherlock."
"Look over there, two tables back, third girl to the end," Rorie said. "I swear that girl is wearing the exact same outfit you wore on the first day of school last year, and her ponytail even matches."
"I think he's right, Kerstin," Krystal said. "Where anyone finds a lite taupe t-shirt with pink, blue and yellow flower outlines on it, remains a mystery. A second person with one, that's scary."
It had been a month, and Rorie kept seeing a particular third grader and being reminded of his sister. He'd found out a bit about her. She was almost a month short of seven. Her name was Juliet Harrington. Her mother, Hester, was one of the chief bigots against Conceptionites in the town as well as a former member of the school board. Juliet liked to keep her hair up in a ponytail, and had a habit of walking with her hands folded together behind her back, just like Kerstin did. Her blue eyes were the same color as his sister's, as was the blond shade of her hair. And lastly, she was adopted. It kind of added up.
"Dad, what would happen if someone found out that one of Kerstin's other stolen sisters were attending my school?" Rorie asked.
"Well, they'd test to make sure that it was one of the two," his father said. "If it was, there would be a hearing, and given what happened with Kerstin, she'd probably be returned to the Breedloves. Given what we've found out about your mother, there is a really good chance that her adopted mother was involved and would be arrested."
"By the way, Kerstin thinks that Mom might be at the old beach house," Rorie said.
"That's a good possibility," his father said. "I shall have to see about checking that out. I assume you have a suspicion about a girl that you think that might be one of Kerstin's sisters?"
"Yes, I do," Rorie said. "I'm kind of hesitant to mention it though. I mean she'd end up going through what Kerstin did, and you kinda painted a picture that didn't seem right. I know it's better than that, but still, she is naked and having a baby, and is nothing like she was when she lived with us."
"Didn't you say that besides being naked and having a baby, Kerstin's not much different?" his father pointed out. "I know that when I talked to her at the other McDonald's a few weeks ago she was quite normal."
"Yeah, she is, I guess," Rorie replied. "I know you and Mom, especially Mom, really don't like the Conceptionites, but they don't seem that bad. Especially not my sister and the two girls in my class. They're just like any other girl in my class, just naked. Neither of my classmates are pregnant."
"I expected that they wouldn't be, your sister was quite young to get pregnant. Not the youngest, by any measure, but quite young. And as for Conceptionites, that was more your mother. I've come to the conclusion that they're not quite what I'd been told."
"Yeah," Rorie said, before he told his father exactly what he expected was true of Juliet Harrington.
This was not how Juliet Harrington expected to begin her seventh birthday. She'd been woken up early in the morning by the police, who arrested her parents and took both them and her downtown. Since then she'd been sitting in an interrogation room, still in her pajamas, waiting for someone. They'd at least given her some donuts for breakfast, and a pill for the cramps she was having.
The door's opening seemed to happen rather suddenly when it did. A police lieutenant and a priest entered. The priest had a somewhat battered brief case, which he placed on the table, opened and clicked on something inside. A hum began to fill the room that was a quite pleasant sound to Juliet's ears.
"Juliet, I have some bad news," the police lieutenant said. "Your parents are not your parents. They participated in a kidnapping organization that took babies and toddlers from young families in a religion that they disagreed with and put them up for adoption illegally with forged paperwork, and hid their origins. We believe the organization kidnapped over three dozen children. You're the second we've managed to find and return. The man you knew as your father has been charged for forging the paperwork, kidnapping, and conspiracy. The woman you knew as your mother had been charged with the same."
"My real parents, they're Conceptionites, aren't they?" Juliet asked. With the way her parents constantly found ways to deride that faith, and tried to encourage her to do the same, it was the only group that made sense that they might have kidnapped her from. One of those kidnappings had been in the news the past Spring. Her parents had been on the side of the kidnappers, at the time. It was one of the things that had led to her figuring out that she was adopted.
"Yes they are. Father Michael, here, is their lawyer and priest," the police lieutenant replied, taking a seat next to her.
"I'm going to be going home with them today," Juliet concluded. That was the only reason she could think that the lawyer for her real parents would be here. She felt a stab of fear go through her body. All the tales of rape and humiliation that her parents had told her about the Conceptionites went through her head in an instant. She suddenly saw herself like one of the girls in the grade ahead of her, naked, greatly pregnant, and humiliated before her class as she waddled to her seat. She wasn't ready for this. She didn't want this to happen to her.
"Yes you will," the police lieutenant replied, kindly. "I've met them. My own former daughter Kerstin was taken from them and returned when we found out. She was the first. My natural born son Rorie often goes to visit them, so I don't think you'll have many issues with your friends not being able to come to visit you."
"If they weren't brainwashed by their own parents," Juliet said, as she felt Father Michael raise her ponytail. "There is a lot of pressure to shun the Conceptionite girls at school." The priest slid a sliver band down over her head and onto her brow.
"It is a sad state of affairs that this community derides a religion that comprises roughly forty percent of their school age children," Father Michael said. "Are you ready to meet your parents?"
Juliet drew herself up straight in the chair, and took a deep breath. She tried to banish the image she feared from her mind. With a nod she signaled the police lieutenant, who opened the door.
First to enter was her new, no real father, dressed in dress pants, dress shirt, tie, and vest. He looked like a respectable young businessman. Next was her mother, the word mommy, was suddenly on Juliet's lips as the naked woman who looked so much like her entered. She couldn't stop herself from saying it, "Mommy."
"Oh Juliet," her mother said, picking the newly turned seven-year-old up into a hug. Juliet had never really had a hug, her old parents were not affectionate people. Juliet found comfort in the hug.
Once the hug was ended, Juliet saw the rest of her new family. She apparently had three sisters, one a toddler still in diapers, another about three and a half and naked, and then there was the image of her fear. Her oldest sister stood there completely naked, seemingly unconcerned about it, even though her belly was very swollen with child. She couldn't be more than a year, maybe a year and a half, older than Juliet.
"Hi Juliet. I'm Kerstin. I think I've seen you in school," her sister said, moving up to hug her. Juliet could feel her sister's baby kick as her belly pressed up against her. Then she felt someone hug around her right leg. "The leg hugger, who won't say anything but 'read' or 'book,' is Emma."
"Book?" Emma said if on cue, looking up at Juliet.
"Don't have one of those on me right now, squirt," Juliet replied as Kerstin ended the hug. How she wasn't hyperventilating, or ran away, she didn't know. It was if something was telling her that it was normal.
"I'm Fatima," the three-and-a-half year old said, offering her hand for a shake. Juliet took it, and shook it, matching Fatima's serious expression.
Then her mother lifted a baby from a carrier that had been placed behind her, "and this is your baby brother, Brion junior, who is two and a half months old."
Juliet nodded, and turned to her oldest sister to ask a burning question, "How far along are you, and when are you due?"
"I'm at twenty-nine weeks," Kerstin said. "My official due date is December thirteenth, but they say I should have the baby early, possibly the last week of November."
"Let's get you ready to go home," her mother said. "Kerstin, I believe you called it on the way over."
"I guess that I should start wearing only my birthday suit on my birthday," Juliet said, looking up at her older sister. She didn't know why she wasn't objecting. She knew that before she had come into this room, even minutes before her family had come in, she wouldn't have considered the idea of being naked in public anywhere, much less to never wear clothes again.
Kerstin came over and pulled Juliet's purple pajama top over her head, revealing her chest. There was a slight peak to her breasts. "I think she's just starting to develop, Brion," her mother addressed her daddy.
"Maybe," her daddy said, as Juliet stepped out of the untied shoes she'd been barely allowed to put on when the parents she grew up with had been arrested. Juliet figured it would spare her sister having to kneel and then try to get up. Kerstin pushed down the pajama bottoms, revealing that Juliet hadn't been wearing any panties. Her daddy stepped closer to exam Juliet's now naked body. "I do see a few strands of downy blond hair down there. You haven't started your period, yet have you, Juliet?"
"No Daddy," Juliet said. "My breast buds are a bit tender every once in a while, but that's all."
"Well, I probably won't need to make sure you're bred for a while then," her daddy said. "Kerstin was fertile the day she returned to us, though I don't think any of us expected her to have a baby as a result of her first breeding."
"I thought it was normal, and it was a good birthday present, not that I knew you were successful at the time, Daddy," Kerstin said.
"I hope I can find your own boy by next time," her Daddy said. Juliet could tell that there was more behind that statement, and was not surprised when Kerstin spoke up again.
"I want Rorie," Kerstin said, before turning to the Police Lieutenant. "You wouldn't be against would you Father?"
"Does she use these puppy dog eyes on you too, Brion?" the Police Lieutenant asked. "They've always been way too effective. Kerstin, Rorie is going to have to mature first, if he's going to give you your next."
"I'll agree with you, Roy, they are way too effective," her Daddy said. "Only last week she managed to use them to get me to purchase an extra monitor for her laptop. As for Rorie being mature enough, you know he doesn't have to be. We can leave it up to the Lord. Now, Juliet, since this is your birthday, and it is getting to lunch time, you get to chose where we go to eat for lunch before we go home."
"If there is one that will let us, McDonald's?" Juliet suggested.
"McDonald's!" Fatima yelled.
"You've just made sure that Fatima thinks you're the greatest," Kerstin said. "Well, at least until you're too big for the slides."
Together the family walked out of the interrogation room, Juliet walking beside Kerstin, behind their parents. Fatima was practically dancing around the whole family group, chanting "McDonald's," while Emma toddled on the other side of Kerstin.
Juliet noticed that they were going to be walking by the holding cell that had the parents that she was raised by. Suddenly she felt like bating them. She wasn't sure where the idea came from, but she turned to Kerstin, and asked, "About how much older are you than me?"
"A year, six months, and eight days," Kerstin replied, her eyes catching the couple in the holding cell. "So if you develop like I do, and start at the same time, then you could be just like I am in a year, six months, and eight days."
"Really?" Juliet said, placing her hand on her sister's bulging belly. "Oh, she kicked."
"She's been doing that a lot," Kerstin said, just before they passed through the door into the police station's main lobby. "And Fatima, enough with the chanting. Keep doing it, and tonight's bedtime story will be chosen to give you nightmares."
It may have been a Wednesday, but it was also Parent Teacher Conference Day, which meant that there were a lot of people at McDonald's for lunch. This particular McDonald's was actually in walking distance of the Breedlove house, but not the the Yarborough's. It was in biking distance, which explained how Rorie's bike got to the bike rack that Kerstin passed on her way in from the parking lot. She'd gotten ahead of everyone else because her mother had to assist Juliet in putting her first tampon in. Juliet had apparently started to bleed just as they left the police station. Juliet hoped she'd started when they were walking by her former parents, just to rub things in.
Rorie was in line when Kerstin entered the restaurant. "Hey, Rorie, meet my returned little sister Juliet before Fatima drags her off to the playground," she said, walking over to the boy she still considered her brother.
"Too late for that," Rorie said. Kerstin turned to spot Fatima dragging Juliet off to the playground. "Dad said you might be getting one of your sisters back soon. I didn't know it would be today, though."
"And you didn't even hint to it?" Kerstin said, hugging him.
"Investigation information rules," Rorie replied. "We don't asked for more, and we don't repeat what we hear until it's public knowledge. I think I saw Krystal here a few minutes ago. I'll join you after I get my Happy Meal."
"Okay," Kerstin said, heading off to find Krystal. Like about half the times she'd met her best friend at McDonald's lately, Krystal was naked. She wasn't a Conceptionite, yet, but she was working on her father and older brother, Sterling. Sterling was thirteen, and naked. You didn't see a lot of naked boys around town, especially not teenagers, but Sterling practically lived naked, save for school. Only Conceptionite girls were allowed to be naked in school, because that was a religious tenet.
"Kerstin!" Krystal cried out. "I see you got one of your sisters back. Fatima dragged her past."
"Yes, so you don't have to sub for me on the playground again," Kerstin said, taking a seat at the table next to the one that Krystal and her brother were sated at. Her mother swiftly dragged over the high chair and Brion in his baby carrier sleeping, while Emma toddled out to join Fatima in her love of the playground's slides. "Of course, I don't know if Juliet quite realizes that she's supposed to keep her eyes on both Fatima and Emma."
"I told her," Kerstin's mother said. "But, if you'll keep an eye on the baby, I'll go out to watch them. I know how Fatima gets with the slides."
"He's just going to be sleeping for the next hour, so I can handle it," Kerstin said. "I swear he can sleep through a jackhammer next to his ear. So, Krystal, still working on convincing your father to let you become a Conceptionite?"
"I almost got him, now that Sterling's on my side," Krystal said. "And if Dad doesn't want to breed me, he can."
"And if he wants someone who is not related, I know I can convince my friend Stuart, who is already a Conceptionite," Sterling said. "He's a good guy, and I know he'd treat my little sister right. Then I can take care of you until Rorie's old enough."
"That will be a while, I'm only seven and a quarter," Rorie said, putting his tray down across from Kerstin, in much the same way as he would have if this had been a school day. "And I do trust you with my sister. I just hope both of her fathers don't mind you making plans for her."
"Oh, don't I at least don't mind," Kerstin's daddy said. "I have a feeling it won't be long, either, before we see all of the Lears at the Church."
Rorie didn't know what it was about Juliet Breedlove, but he found that his eyes were seeking out his sister's next youngest sister. It wasn't because she was naked. There were enough other naked girls his age. It was quite distracting, as she sat beside his sister, eating her own Happy Meal. Maybe it was because she looked so much like his sister did when she was seven.
He was somewhat surprised when his father clapped his hand on his shoulder. "I thought I'd find you here, Rorie," his father said. "I do hope you told your Aunt Melody that you were going to have lunch at McDonald's."
"Yes Dad," Rorie replied. "I didn't think you'd stop by for lunch here, though."
"Kerstin's mother left her license behind at the station," his father said, handing the license over to Mr. Breedlove. "I trust this will get to your wife, Brion?"
"Most certainly," Kerstin's father said. "Oh Roy, I think we're going to need that contingency that we discussed sooner than expected. Juliet started her period on the way over."
"Actually, I think she started it before you left the interrogation room," Rorie's father replied.
"Scoot over, Fatima, I need to talk to my son." His father slid into the bench across from Rorie, a tray with a Big Mac, large fries, and a coke on it placed in front of him. "Rorie, you just finished sexual education classes. You know that Kerstin wants you to father her next baby. I know you're not yet fully developed and have not ejaculated yet. You do get erections, however, and I'm pretty sure that Kerstin is the source of some of them. If you want to give Kerstin what she wants, and are willing to take the time to try with each of her fertile times, we can sign a contract, but you'll have to do all the Breedlove girls. Any questions about why should be directed to Mr. Breedlove. Brion, it's Rorie's decision."
Rorie wasn't exactly sure what his father entirely meant, but he went home with the Breedloves, his bike on the rack behind their SUV. The contract was signed and witnessed by Father Michael before nightfall.
Juliet was not sure she wanted to go back to school the day after she became a Conceptionite. It would be her first time among a group that wasn't entirely accepting of nudity, a group that she'd been a part of just two days before. It didn't help that she was on her first period, the string hanging from the tampon inside her served to remind her that it wouldn't be long until she'd be bred for the first time, like her older sister had been.
Kerstin had insisted, and propelled her all the way to school. It was apparently impossible to stop the momentum of a twenty-nine-week pregnant eight-and-a-half-year-old, once she got started. So now she stood on the threshold of her classroom, completely naked and afraid that something bad was going to happen.
"Go away slut, this isn't your class," she heard as someone pushed her into the door frame and busted past. It was Victoria Harrington, who used to be her cousin.
"Victoria, go back and apologize to Juliet," Mrs. Fuller said from her desk in front of the classroom. "We do not call people names, and we especially do not slam them into the doorway. Are you okay, Juliet?"
"I'm fine, Mrs. Fuller," Juliet said stepping into the room. She went to her seat, pulled the small towel that her mother had provided from her backpack, put it on the chair, and sat down.
"Victoria, I don't want to have to prompt you a third time," Mrs. Fuller said.
Victoria came to Juliet's desk. Unlike Juliet, Victoria was the proper age for a third grader, eight. She was a bit tall for her age, and had black hair and brown eyes. She wore a long sleeve t-shirt, and jeans held up with a heart link belt. Around her neck was a silver necklace with a "P" for purity. It looked like Victoria was shocked to see Juliet in class naked with the silver band around her head indicating that she was now a Conceptionite. "I'm sorry Juliet. I shouldn't have called you names or pushed you into the door frame."
"Good, sit down and wait for class to begin, Victoria," Mrs. Fuller said. "Juliet, do you wish to make a statement about what happened to you to the class? It is not required, but it might help a bit with acceptance. Your sister said you might."
"I'll try," Juliet said, pulling her laptop and placing it on her desk. She knew she'd need it when class began, and it took a bit of time to boot up. By the time it had, everyone had arrived, and the bell rang signaling the start of the school day.
Mrs. Fuller took attendance, and said, "Juliet, I believe you wanted to make a statement?"
Juliet stood up and moved to stand in front of the class. "You probably noticed that I'm not wearing clothes." The class giggled. "I didn't chose to become a Conceptionite. I was born one, and apparently the people that I thought were my parents kidnapped me, and two of my sisters. We're still looking for one, but my older sister Kerstin was found this spring. I know some of you were in the same class as her last year before her return to being a Conceptionite ended her school year prematurely. Fortunately that's not happening to me. Yesterday my old parents were arrested, and I was returned to my biological parents. I won't be wearing clothes anymore, and since I started my first period yesterday, I'll probably be bred for the first time soon. So don't be surprised if my belly is bulging by spring. All I ask of you as my class is to treat me like you did on Tuesday, because the only thing that has changed is I don't have clothes, and I started my period."
Juliet then returned to her seat. Somehow she didn't think it was going to help.
Kerstin had barely got through the line when she'd heard someone calling her younger sister Juliet several bad names. She saw one girl even writing it on Juliet's back as she paid for her lunch. One of them had even slightly pulled out Juliet's tampon.
"That's it!" Kerstin said, slamming down her tray and turning around. She marched over to where Mrs. Fuller's class was mostly seated, in a fashion that belied her pregnancy. "You all used to be my friends. You used to be Juliet's friends. Some of you turned your back on me when I returned this fall naked and pregnant, but most of you didn't, you just were quiet about it. I don't know how many of you asked to feel the baby kick. That's apparently universal if you know someone even if you don't like them. Then Juliet discovered that she was my sister, and returned to join me, and suddenly you're all on her.
"Maybe you think that you can use insulting and even get physical with my sister, just so you can push away what is different. Maybe you're even afraid that what happened to her might happen to you, that you might be a secret Conceptionite, hidden in a real family, waiting to be revealed. Maybe you've got a little sister in Kindergarten, who might be my other missing little sister, and you don't want to direct attention to her.
"Fat chance. They're looking for all the girls who were taken, and since it was anti-Conceptionites who were behind it, acting like this, well, as the song goes, you've got to be carefully taught to hate all those people your parents hate. Before you are six, or seven, or eight, you've got to be carefully taught. Acting like this towards my sister, me, and the other Conceptionite girls, it's not protecting you, it's painting a target on you.
"You don't like what has happened to my sister, you don't like what we've become? Too bad, we do, and there is nothing you can do about it. You don't want to be one of us? You don't want anyone to think you want to be one of us? Then I suggest you shut the heck up about what you think Juliet and I are, because if you don't, all you will be is a bigot and a bully. Don't be either, as you won't like what happens to you when it comes to an end."
"Miss Breedlove, please take a seat," Mrs. Fuller said. "My class will behave itself, and treat all the Conceptionite girls properly, or will find out exactly how I implement corporal punishment in my class. As it stands, Victoria Harrington, you've used your last strike."
And with that Mrs. Fuller pulled Victoria from her seat. She was pulled over to the slightly raised stage at the end of the cafeteria, where Victoria found herself bent over the back of a chair. Down went the girl's jeans and panties, and swift hard strike was made with a paddle, causing Victoria to cry out with pain. "Stay here for the three minutes on this timer," Mrs. Fuller ordered. "Then you may pull up your pants and return to your meal."
"Juliet, tomorrow you're sitting right across from Victoria, just like you did on Tuesday," Kerstin said. "We eat supper together. I eat lunch with Rorie because he used to be my brother, and I don't get to see him much if I don't."
"I'm not going to have a choice in this, am I?" Juliet asked.
"Nope," Rorie said. "Big sister's orders must be obeyed. It's always been that way."
Rorie was spending the next few nights at the Breedlove's. His father had been sent to another city in order to assist in the recovery of another girl who had been kidnapped from Conceptionite parents. Of course, that wasn't the only reason he was there. Juliet's period was over, and she needed to be bred.
Rorie didn't think he could actually bred his sister's younger sister, but he could get erections, and knew how to breed a girl. Mr. Breedlove had told him how. He didn't think he was producing sperm, yet, but Mr. Breedlove said that didn't matter. If he started while his cock was inside Juliet's pussy, it was the Lord's will. If he didn't, well, then the Lord wanted her to wait to have a baby.
Rorie wished his sister Kerstin had the option, instead of getting bred by her father. He'd had a few dreams where he was taking his sister back in their old room since he'd taken sex ed. Those dreams had actually increased after he'd caught Kerstin masturbating. Being in the third trimester had his sister "very horny" in her words. He'd just seen Kerstin's parents breeding before he'd been sent to spend the night with Juliet.
Juliet was already on her bed, her fingers feeling a visibly wet pussy when he arrived. "I don't think I'm going to need to get you ready," he said.
"Same," Juliet moaned, her free hand pointing to Rorie's erect cock.
Rorie climbed up on to the bed, moved Juliet's hand aside, and aimed his cock at her pussy. His cock slid into her warm wet slit, not pausing until it was fully inside her. "Oh, that feels good," he said as Juliet's tight pussy held his cock inside her.
In and out, Rorie began to slide, Julie's arms pulling him close. She moaned, "Oh breed me, Rorie." Her legs wrapped around his hips, as she cried out, "Don't stop. Oh. Oh. Oh!" She climaxed on his cock.
As she climaxed, Rorie felt an urge to thrust as hard and deep as he could inside the girl under him. His cock twitched inside her, and he felt like he was spurting inside her. He'd never felt like that before. When the feeling ended, his knees felt weak, and he could tell that his cock was starting to soften. He collapsed on top of Juliet, the rolled off her, both of their peaks over.
In the light of the moon, he could see a bit of a milky liquid emerging from Juliet's pussy. The thought that he might have really bred Juliet passed through his mind, before they spooned together and fell asleep.