It was the sixth morning since the first time that Juliet had been bred by her sister's brother Rorie. He was staying with the family for a week, and every day he'd taken her fertile body at least three times a day. Once he'd managed six times. Juliet loved to see Rorie's seed leaking from her, almost as much as she loved to have him breed her. It was apparently a great surprise that he'd been able to seed her. This morning, though, her mother had given her a test to pee on. It had been positive. At just seven years old, Juliet was going to become a mother. She was tempted to see if she could visit her former "parents" just to show off the results that they would no doubt hate.
With the positive test, Juliet hadn't been bred right before school, so she wasn't as sore when she walked to school. Apparently it was noticed, as she slid into her seat, after hanging up the transparent overcoat that she'd been wearing to school since the prior Monday when the weather had turned colder. "The stud couldn't bring it up this morning," Victoria said. Since Kerstin's tirade, Victoria had been almost like she had been before Juliet had become a Conceptionite.
"The stud was too good," Juliet replied. "I won't need to be bred again for nine months, unless the Lord says otherwise."
"You mean, at seven years old, you both were ready to make babies?" Victoria responded with an incredulous tone.
"Dad said it was extremely unlikely, and he hoped it wouldn't, but this morning the test was positive," Juliet replied. "I didn't think he was putting that much seed inside me, but it only takes one sperm to find one egg."
"Juliet, I don't know if I should congratulate you or offer condolences. I mean, I thought your older sister got pregnant early," Victoria said, then she paused, shook her head, and continued, "It is amazing."
"Yea," Juliet said, her hand resting on her lower belly. "But the Lord told me to begin by the flow of his blood. It does not do good to try to fool the Lord, for the Lord will not be fooled."
Harriet Porter sat just a few seats down from the boys surrounding Rorie Yarborough. The fact that the seven-year-old had somehow managed to knock up Juliet Breedlove had just gotten out, and all the boys where slapping Rorie's back and congratulating him. Harriet thought it was disgusting. Girls should not be getting pregnant until they were at least twenty-five. They certainly shouldn't be naked all the time like the Conceptionite girls were.
There were two Conceptionite girls in Harriet's second grade class, and Harriet didn't like either of them. They were always professing that the Lord told them to be naked. Harriet thought you should always wear clothes. They were always saying that once they'd bled for the first time it would be time for them to be bred. The boys in their class couldn't seem to decide if the girls were gross or if they wanted to be the one to breed them. Harriet thought today there would be a line if either of them were ready to breed.
Harriet favored the boys with a glare. She was five, and would not be six until April fifteenth. Their behavior today wasn't what was supposed to happen in school. There weren't supposed to be naked girls in school. There were not supposed to be any Elementary school girls pregnant in school. At the very least, pregnant girls should be home schooled, instead of flaunting their condition at school. She could see Rorie's older sister sitting across from Rorie, who couldn't be that far from giving birth, maybe a month or two. That girl seemed to be proud of her incestuous mating; Harriet had heard that she, like a lot of Conceptionite girls first, was having her father's baby. And the girl that Rorie had knocked up was Rorie's sister's sister, which made no difference, making it just as incestuous. It was disgusting.
Harriet tried to return to focus on her meal, and not be distracted by the stream of boys coming to congratulate Rorie Yarborough. It wasn't easy. They were loud, and they were celebrating something that Harriet had been taught was wrong. Harriet had been carefully taught to hate Conceptionites.
Kerstin had been in labor since Sunday Mass. All Sunday afternoon, evening, and night, she'd been suffering from labor pains, getting more and more frequent. A few hours ago, her water had broken, but only now was her baby beginning to emerge from her eight years, seven months, and twenty-four day old body.
Kerstin pushed, crying out with pain, as the baby that the Lord had decreed she should bear ever so slowly was pushed out of her womb. As the dawn's early light peaked into her room, the baby emerged from between her legs. Before the baby had even been lifted from the birthing cloth, she cried out, announcing that there was another Breedlove in the world.
Less than an hour later, Kerstin was walking to school, her newborn baby Dawn Aurora wrapped in swaddling clothes. She would be the first Conceptionite girl to attend school naked and nursing, once she took off her winter coat and her boots. She did not let her long labor to make her sleep in class. She did not let her baby's needs distract her from learning, quietly nursing and changing the diaper when needed. It wasn't until she came home that she discovered that she had been expected to tell someone when she went into labor and be taken to the hospital.
It had been twelve days since Kerstin had given birth. That meant that it was time for her first breeding after birth, and Rorie had been the one she'd chosen to give it to. He was still free to do other girls outside his contract until one of his girls successfully gave birth, then he'd be restricted to the girls he'd bred and their offspring under Conceptionite rules, even though he wasn't a Conceptionite, yet. Juliet was only a month along, and everyone knew that if Kerstin had a chance to be bred by Rorie, she was going to take it. That's why the two of them were at the Yarborough's, in the room that they'd shared as late as the first two days of April. Kerstin wanted them to do it in their bedroom.
It was not considered likely that Kerstin would get pregnant this first time after birth. The date was chosen because it was remotely possible, fulfilling the Lord's commands that a girl bred early and often, but with her nursing baby Dawn it wasn't likely either. Not that it would stop either of them.
Rorie intended on putting everything he'd learned with Kerstin's little sister Juliet to work on Kerstin. If he had anything to say about it, Kerstin would be totally saturated with pleasure by the time he put his seed inside his sister. But before he did so, they were having a family dinner.
It was almost like it had been the day before, his father, Kerstin, and him seated around the same round oak table. Of course, Kerstin hadn't been naked, and Dawn hadn't even existed, much less being there to be breast fed by Kerstin. Dawn would be sleeping the night in a bassinet in their room, the only new thing that was in the room, otherwise it was exactly like it had been the day she'd left.
"So, Kerstin, Rorie, what did you notice today in school?" their father asked. He was still their father, as far as both Kerstin and Rorie were concerned. Kerstin just had a second one. Their father always asked them about what they saw in school at suppertime every night.
"You know that taupe shirt with neon outlines of flowers that Kerstin used to wear?" Rorie began. "Well, one of my classmates, Harriet, was wearing the same shirt today. I didn't think there would be three girls who liked the same ugly shirt."
"I liked that shirt," Kerstin said. "If I wore clothes today, I'd still wear that shirt. If I thought I could still fit in that shirt, with my new bust line, I'd pull it out and try it put it on."
"Three girls with an ugly shirt," their father said. "Who is the other?"
"Juliet, actually," Rorie said. "Apparently sisters have similar choices in clothing. One benefit of them being Conceptionites is we don't get to see more of their awful choices. Wait, Kerstin, wasn't your remaining missing sister named Harriet?"
"Yes, but she'd be five and a half now, and not likely to be in your class, as she should be in Kindergarten," Kerstin replied. "Besides, they couldn't all be stupid enough to keep the same name."
"Never underestimate the stupidity of a crook, Kerstin," their father said. "I think you're on to something, Rorie. I believe your teacher put all your class's birthdays on one of her bulletin boards. What was hers?"
"April fifteenth, and she skipped Kindergarten and first grade, so she'll be turning six then," Rorie said.
"That's Harriet's birthday," Kerstin said. "Mom told me right after I got pregnant. Rorie, is Harriet the girl that always sits at the very end of the table we sit at, on the other side of the group of boys?"
"Yes," Rorie said, as Kerstin took her hair out of its pony tail and spread it over her shoulders. "And when you put your hair like hers, you look really like Harriet Porter."
"I think we have a lead then, children," their father said. "The question is, how do we generate probable cause? I must point out that Mr. Porter is the mayor of this city."
"Well, she has to be adopted," Kerstin said. "There is no way that a blue-eyed blond with such a fair complexion is the biological child of two dark-haired parents with brown eyes. Mrs. Porter is also built a lot more stocky, and I don't think I can see any family resemblance."
"Mrs. Porter used to work in Family Services, before Harriet came to live with them," Rorie said. "She would have been in a position to oversee the kidnapping of Conceptionite girls. That might be a reason to bring her in, and test Harriet."
"Point," their father said. "Now, remember, no one else hears about this. It is a part of an ongoing investigation, of an ongoing crime."
"You mean they're still going after Conceptionite girls?" Kerstin said, picking up her daughter to hold her close to her breasts.
"Two disappeared last week," their father said. "It was the fake social worker scheme again. We think we have a lead with this one though. At least I hope we do."
Juliet had just found out that her last sister was returning to the family. The arrest of the "parents" who had stolen her was going to happen while the girl was in school. Harriet would be sent to the Principal's office along with Rorie so that she wouldn't expect anything. The rest of the family was already waiting in the conference room next to the Principal's Office, along with Father Michael and Rorie's father.
Juliet stood in front of the table, between her seated mother, who was trying to keep Bejay, as their little brother was now called, beside her on the ground; and Kerstin, who whose own baby Dawn had just finished nursing. Juliet swayed for just a few seconds, as her morning sickness sent a brief wave of dizziness through her head. Her hand sought out that extra firm place in her belly were her baby was starting to grow. Sometimes the seven-year-old girl couldn't believe how lucky she was that she had caught so early, and was two months pregnant already. Kerstin might be even more lucky, as just yesterday it had been confirmed that Rorie had gotten her pregnant again, before she'd had a second period.
The door opened, revealing Harriet and Rorie. Harriet was wearing the taupe shirt that Rorie had said that only a Breedlove girl would chose, under a denim jumper. Rorie was wearing his usual gray collarless shirt. Juliet barely had time to raise her hand before Harriet turned and fled the room.
"I don't think she likes us," Juliet stated, right before the room broke out into pandemonium.
Harriet had not been having a good day. The five and a half year old had woken up to discover that she'd bled over her sheets during the night. Her mother had not been happy about that, not just the mess that her bleeding had caused, but the fact that she'd started her first period so young. It apparently was a punishable offense to have a period, because after she'd been cleaned up and a tampon inserted into her pussy, she'd been made to bend over the barrel in the basement. Her mother had issued six strokes with the strap on her bottom. She'd had a hard time sitting down all morning. It had really distracted her during the Grade Two Math test she'd had first thing.
Now she was being sent to the Principal's office along with Roy Yarborough. She wasn't quite sure what she and Roy had done wrong, but that made it even worse. They sent her to the conference room when she reached the office, and there she encountered something even worse.
There was a Conceptionite family waiting there. A mother, a girl from fourth grade nursing a baby, a girl from the grade above her waving, a baby sitting at the feet of the mother, a toddler, and a preschooler, all naked, save the babies who just had their diapers on. There was a priest there too, standing behind the group with a silver hoop in his hands.
Harriet knew what this meant. She was going to become a Conceptionite today, and probably be bred soon. She knew the girl from the year above her, it was the girl that Roy had somehow impregnated, not that you could tell yet, even though she was naked. She turned and ran. Or at least she tried to. Someone tripped her before she left the office and she found herself being picked up and brought into the room.
Harriet found herself struggling in the hug of the naked mother. "I can't believe we found you, Harriet," the woman said.
"I'm not yours, and you're not going to make me into another naked breeding animal," Harriet shouted, twisting in the woman's arms.
"Actually, you are," the priest said, coming up behind Harriet. "The genetic test proved it. Right now the police are at the Mayor's Mansion." Harriet felt the cool metal ring touch her forehead, and she twisted away. "Don't worry, it will be perfectly normal to you soon." She felt the ring now below her pony tail, then the cold ring rested on her forehead.
Somehow Harriet managed to twist all the way out of her mother's arms. She reached up to pull the ring off her head, and suddenly her hands couldn't grasp anything. She wanted to toss the ring off and run again, but she could just stand. A single word escaped her mouth, "Mommy?"
"Yes, Harriet, Mommy's here," her mommy said, hugging her again. "Everything is going to be all right now."
Harriet still wanted to run. She still didn't want to become a Conceptionite, spending the rest of her life naked and pregnant. She believed Mommy though. Everything was going to be all right. "Mommy," the word escaped again.
Her mommy undid the two buckles for her jumper, and Harriet felt them side down to the floor, one of the buckles hitting her neck as the strap pulled it upwards over her shoulder. Harriet raised her arms as her mommy raised the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and momentarily blocking her view of her naked sisters.
Then down went her plain white panties, prompting a man in the corner that Harriet hadn't noticed before to speak out. "It looks like I've got a third daughter ready to breed," her Daddy said, as Harriet stepped out of her shoes, leaving her in just stocking feet. "Are you willing to take on a third of my daughters, Rorie?"
"Might as well complete the set, Mr. Breedlove," Roy said. "Though I hope Fatima doesn't start soon." Harriet tried to bring herself to outrage at the idea that she was going to be bred, but could not as she stepped clear of her clothes. "Come on, Harriet, let me introduce you to your siblings. The ankle biter down there is Brion Jerome Breedlove junior, or as the rest us call him, Bejay. He's almost five months now, and as you can see has learned to sit up, and seems to be about to start crawling. World beware."
Harriet looked down at the little baby. He had the cutest little smile as he cried out in a nonsensical welcome.
"Next is Emma, she'll be two in two months, and terrible two she is already."
"I am not," the toddler said, stomping her naked foot down.
"Point proven. You may get bedtime story duty, or anytime story duty with her. Next is Fatima, age three-and-a-half and master of the slides. You will be asked to join her on the playground sometime, and she will make you go down the slide with her."
Fatima was playing with her pony tail and just smiled back as Harriet finished sliding her socks off one by one, using just her feet, leaving her naked.
"Next up is the youngest of your older sisters, Juliet. She's seven, and is eleven weeks pregnant with my unexpected first child. I knew she was fertile, but didn't think I was."
Harriet found herself being hugged by her older sister for the first time. It kind of felt right now to get a naked hug from her sister.
"And lastly of your siblings is your oldest sister, and my former sister, Kerstin. She's holding her baby Dawn, who is also your half sister, since your father fathered her, just barely four weeks old. Kerstin is eight and a half years old, and just found out that I managed to bred her well too."
Kerstin carefully put her sleeping baby down in a carrier, and got up to hug Harriet. "Welcome to the family, sister," she whispered into Harriet's ear.
Once the hug was over, she turned to Roy, no Rorie, and asked, "Are you going to breed me too Rorie?"
"Like I said, complete the set," Rorie said, before turning to the police officer and pointing at Harriet's behind. "Dad, did you see this?"
"Those look like whip marks," the police officer said. "Harriet, were you whipped by your prior parents?" Harriet nodded. "Brion, we have to delay your plans for a reunion dinner a bit."
Kerstin showed her newly returned sister her new room. "I'm sorry about Fatima," she said. "She's a tad obsessed with the playground at McDonald's." She tried not to look at the paste that covered Harriet's whip marks. When she'd first seen them, she had thrown up. Kerstin had blamed morning sickness, even though she was not even close to far enough along to suffer. She hoped that her excuse got hid along with Juliet's.
"A tad obsessed," Harriet replied. "She tried to drag Mommy there, then when that failed tried to bribe Rorie to take her there, on the back of his bike."
"Which really isn't possible."
"Yea, I've seen the seat on that bike," Harriet replied. "I walked by this house to school every morning. Usually I ended up walking either ahead of you or behind you."
"Mommy's bringing up a new comforter, straight from the drier," Kerstin said. "I'm next door. Hopefully Dawn's crying won't be too bad. I'm not ready to send her up to the nursery yet. I'm not certain I will be before I have my next one. I didn't expect Rorie to be successful after just one night. I thought the odds were too low, and he's really too young."
"You think he'll be that successful with me?" Harriet asked. "Do you think he'll even be willing to breed me? With my scars?"
Kerstin turned around and faced her newly returned little sister. She could see some of the paste. "He's my little brother, and he loves to breed Breedloves. He'll have you in the same situation as Juliet and I by the end of the year. Oh, and you won't be able to stop from screaming with pleasure. After his second night with Juliet, we made him move to the love nest downstairs. My first time with him, I went to the house I grew up with him in, and Fatima claims she still heard us."
"He's that good?" Harriet asked.
"He's that good."
It was New Year's Eve, and Rorie had a very important task. He had a little girl to breed. As a seven-and-a-half-year-old, Rorie didn't think he was supposed to be even able to breed, but he had, despite all odds managed to get his eight-almost nine-year-old sister pregnant, and before that her barely seven-year-old sister. Since both Kerstin and Juliet were a bigger than him, though Juliet was four months younger than him, Harriet would be the first little girl he bred.
His father had told him that when he got Juliet pregnant, there had been some interest expressed in him breeding other young girls his age. Kerstin said that when she was bred by her daddy the first time it had been a bit painful. He'd only agreed to breed Breedloves because his sister had turned out to be one. If he could, he'd just do Kerstin, but he hadn't been given the option.
His first time had been with Juliet, and Rorie was sure he'd always have a place for her, especially since she was thirteen weeks pregnant with his baby. Kerstin was also pregnant, at five weeks. He could get new contracts and add girls until his first girl gave birth, but he didn't think he wanted to. The contract he had gave him the right and responsibility to breed all of Brion Breedlove's daughters. That meant Kerstin, Juliet, Harriet, Fatima, Emma, and even his sister's daughter Dawn. He wasn't sure he'd be able to do them all, and it would be a while before he did the last three, if he did, as the oldest of them, Fatima was three years and nine months old. Then again, each of the Breedlove girls seemed to start earlier than the previous one.
Tonight's task, though, was Harriet. She was five years and almost nine months old, so she wasn't a contender for the youngest mother, as Lena Medina had been five years and seven months old when she'd given birth. Harriet had gotten her first period really earlier, though, and tonight was twelve days after it, one of the two traditional dates for First Breeding in the Conceptionite Church. Rorie wasn't a Conceptionite, but the Breedloves were. He had asked his father about converting, because he wanted to be really related to Kerstin again.
Harriet was different than the first two girls, though both of them had been conformed to the life of a Conceptionite after being kidnapped as a baby, like Harriet. Harriet had been strictly disciplined by the people that had raised her, to the point of being whipped on her bare bottom. When Rorie had first seen the fresh whip marks, he hadn't thought that they could heal. They were healing, but there was a question on how much they could heal. Harriet didn't think anyone could care about her as a result. Her family was trying to help her see otherwise, but Rorie had been told that tonight was key in that.
Rorie had decided that he'd make it as special as possible. His time with Juliet hadn't been that special, it was both their first times, and neither had thought about more than the mechanics and the possible result. With Kerstin, however, it had been special. They'd done it in the top bunk of the bunk beds that they'd shared before she'd been returned to her family. The room had been deliberately returned to the exact state that it had been the morning she'd left, right down to the school clothes being set out for their morning at court. He'd even gone to the point of putting the right clothes in the laundry pile by the door.
He couldn't do that with Harriet, though. Her former parents were not on good terms with the Breedloves, and were still dealing with the legal issues, which had probably doomed Mayor Porter's re-election bid, even though it seemed that it was his wife who was behind the conspiracy whose final busting had resulted in three dozen Conceptionite girls returning to their families in time for Christmas. There were only three still missing.
So, Rorie had settled on making the room in the basement of the Breedloves' house as romantic as possible. It had been lit with low candles, LED for safety, and a mound of comforters had been placed on a mattress and some carefully arranged pillows. He'd had Kerstin and Juliet wash and prepare Harriet, rubbing orange scented oil into her body, to make her relaxed by the time the two lead her into the room.
As soon as she entered the room, he kissed her. She was just a little shorter than him. Harriet seemed surprised, but leaned into it. Rorie's hands found her bare bottom and pulled her closer to him, pushing her body up against his hard cock. He lowered her on to the mound of comforters and pillows, still kissing her. One hand sought out her pussy, and rubbing it soon had it wet and Harriet moaning.
Rorie ended the kiss and found his way between Harriet's legs. Gently he slid his cock inside her pussy. She was tighter than her sisters, which wasn't surprising, as Kerstin had already given birth, and Harriet was eighteen months younger than Juliet. It took several thrusts before his cock was inside her tight pussy. The difference in their heights was enough that he was barely able kiss the tip of her nose on the out of his thrust, which wasn't a very long thrust as his cock was barely five inches long at its most erect.
It was enough for Harriet, who was now pleading for more as Rorie thrust in and out of her wet pussy. Rorie caressed her nipples, causing Harriet to arch her back, as she came for the first time in her life. Rorie kept going, driving Harriet to another peak, before thrusting his hard cock into her one more time, shooting his seed deep within her fertile womb.