Rorie had seen how Fatima had reacted to her next oldest sister's stripping and seduction in the Breedlove living room. He wasn't sure the other members of her family had seen the little girl rubbing her pussy. Her question of when she'd get to do it was heard though, and with the answer of maybe for your birthday, it was quickly forgotten, by everyone else.
Not by Rorie though, and not by Fatima. That little girl wanted the same thing as her older sisters: Rorie's cock in her little pussy. Rorie wasn't sure it would fit, even though his seven-year-old cock was thin and only five inches long when erect. He'd try though.
And now it was almost time for him to try. Fatima hadn't bled yet, but that very morning she'd been given her Conceptionite Band for her fourth birthday. Rorie was allowed to try, only as a birthday present, so Fatima would have one shot as a four-year-old. Rorie was known among her sisters as one shot.
His first attempts at breeding with Juliet had resulted in the girl now being twenty-four weeks pregnant. Of course given how many times he did her that first week, there was no way to know which breeding was successful. It was with the other two sisters he'd gotten pregnant.
Kerstin was seventeen weeks pregnant after just one night together in their own room. That had been fun, but they hadn't done it again until after she was confirmed as pregnant with her second child. His sister was his favorite to breed, not that he'd tell her sisters, but there was just something about breeding the girl he'd grown up with.
Harriet was fourteen weeks pregnant, and would be six on Sunday. He'd taken her once before she'd been kidnapped. That week without her had proven to Rorie how much he had grown to love the Breedlove girls. He'd spent most of January after she came back reassuring the girl. He didn't know how many times he'd bred the little girl, but they knew that first time, which had left her so sore, was the successful time. He figured that Fatima would be the sore too, but wouldn't get pregnant. As he looked at Harriet, with her hand on her starting to bulge belly, he couldn't stop from getting hard, imagining Fatima in the same condition.
Rorie had to acknowledge that he'd developed a love for pregnant girls, especially those that he knew he'd been responsible for. He supposed that seven-and-a-half-year-old boys were not supposed to be doing anything like he was, but he was able to breed, so he bred. He hadn't bred Kerstin's friend Krystal, who had lost her virginity to her older brother when he'd secretly bred twins in her in November. It wasn't until the first of February that Krystal's family had become Conceptionites, and he'd finally seen what twins did to a nine-year-old's belly at her birthday party. Kerstin had ended up the beneficiary of that vision.
Rorie and his father were now Conceptionites, too, though Rorie's father didn't have a wife, yet. There were a few young women in the church who seemed to be after the Police Lieutenant, and Rorie figured it was only a matter of time before he had a step-mother, and perhaps some step-siblings.
The Conceptionite Church needed more men, as for some reason for every boy born into the church from natural born Conceptionite parents, four girls were born. Rorie didn't know what the split was from the three he had fathered yet. It was traditional for Conceptionite girls not to find out until they gave birth. Both Juliet and Kerstin were carrying low, though. He wasn't sure about Harriet yet.
Rorie looked at the small girl below him. Fatima was spreading open her pussy, inviting him to put his hard cock inside her. It was wet, but not as wet as her sisters got. Rorie aimed his cock, and started to push into Fatima. She was tight, very tight, and with less lubrication than her sisters, Rorie couldn't slide in as easily. Her expression was a thin line, at first, but then Rorie started to slide in and out, each stroke getting a bit deeper into her, and her mouth opened into an oh, and she moaned.
Four to Seven was enough difference that Rorie couldn't actually bury himself into Fatima, but she was getting a lot wetter, and starting to moan with pleasure as he bred her. "Breed me," she moaned, but not like her older sisters. With Kerstin, Juliet, and Harriet, Rorie could tell that they really wanted his child inside her. Fatima didn't have that passion, yet.
Rorie tried to hold on, to raise Fatima to that passion, but her arousal wasn't peaking, and his orgasm was coming on strong. Jet after jet of his seed shot into her immature body. She might be fertile, but it was extremely unlikely. No girl had got pregnant as early as she had. The youngest mother had been ten months older when her womb had quickened with child. Fatima had wanted it to happen.
After he pulled his softening cock out, he cuddled with Fatima, his hand moving to feel her pussy, where his seed was leaking out. He kept feeling her, stroking in and out of her pussy with his sperm-coated fingers until he felt himself hardening again. His second round he finally brought Fatima to a soft shuddering climax, before both of them fell asleep entangled together.
Fatima woke up in Rorie's arms. It was six days since she'd been bred. He'd only bred her one night, but he would let her cuddle with him when he came to take care of her older sisters. Rorie had taken over the basement room that he'd first set up to take Harriet. There was a pile of pillows and comforters on one side. She was lucky that Rorie had ended up hugging her in his sleep this morning, as Kerstin was also on Rorie's other side. Today was Kerstin's ninth birthday.
Fatima carefully got out of Rorie's arms, not waking him. Once she slid away from him, he turned over and found Kerstin, still asleep. Fatima was pretty sure that her oldest sister was going to get bred as soon as both of them woke up. She walked up the stairs all the way to the top floor bathroom that she shared with Emma and eventually would share with Brion and Dawn as long as they slept in the nursery.
In the top drawer next to the sink there were several pregnancy tests. She'd taken her first one the day before, the earliest possible day to determine if Rorie had been successful. Her mother had helped her take the test, and told her that it could be a false negative for the next couple days. She'd told her mother that she was going to do the next one herself, as she was not a little girl anymore.
Fatima took it out and followed the instructions carefully. She wanted to be trusted to do things like this herself. It wasn't long before the little line appeared. Fatima was pregnant, and if she didn't miscarry, she was going to set a new record for youngest mother. She so wanted to exclaim the results of her testing, but this was Kerstin's birthday, and it had been ruined last year by the courts. She knew it was important to Kerstin and Rorie that everything go as planned today.
So she left the test on the counter, and headed downstairs for breakfast. Fatima could contain her happiness for a day, she thought. When her mother asked, "Positive?" though, she nodded, and got a hug in return. "You don't want anyone to know yet?" Fatima nodded. "I understand. We'll wait a few days before taking you to the doctor, and it's probably for the best that no one know until you start showing anyway."
"Thank you, Mommy," Fatima said. It felt good to know that she was going to have a baby. Fatima knew in her very soul that the Lord had made it so she could, and she obeyed the Lord.
Juliet had not been able to deliver her baby naturally, like her older sister Kerstin had. Of course, Kerstin had managed it, which to Juliet's mind meant that she should be able to manage it. However, Juliet was almost a full year younger when the doctor decided it was time for her to give birth, and he didn't think her baby would go through Juliet's pelvis. So instead she'd spent Rorie's birthday morning undergoing a caesarian, and was going to be in the hospital for four days. Her baby wouldn't be ready to go home for a week or so, though.
The doctor wasn't going to split up mother and child though. In fact due to concerns about baby stealing, her baby was going to be in a warming bassinet next to her at all times. The warming bassinet was required, along with thick clothes due to the fact that she'd had the caesarian early, but they had been worried that she was showing signs that she was starting labor, and she was not able to push a five and a half pound baby through her pelvis. They'd given her drugs to stop that long enough to start the operation.
Now that she was recovered enough from the early morning emergency operation, Rorie's birthday party was about to begin in her hospital room. All of her siblings that had been bred by Rorie, successful or not, were gathering waiting for him, plus a few friends.
Juliet's oldest sister, Kerstin, waddled in, having almost reached her seventh month on her second pregnancy. Her first daughter, almost seven-month old Dawn was being watched by Rorie's new step-mother, Melody. Melody was also watching Brion junior. "I will be so glad when this one is born," Kerstin groused as she settled into a seat next to Juliet's bed.
"You can blame one-shot for that," Harriet said from her position next to the window. The five-and-a-half-year-old was not quite a month behind Kerstin, but unlike Kerstin seemed to be totally unaffected by the large budge of her pregnancy. "And speaking of one-shot, you are going to admit it to him, today, aren't you, Fatima?"
The four-and-a-quarter-year-old was standing right by the bassinet, her right index finger ensnared by Juliet's as of yet unnamed baby's hand. At first Juliet had no idea what Harriet was talking about, but then she caught the side profile of her naked little sister. It wasn't much yet, but Fatima was putting on some weight around her belly. "How long have you known, Fatima?"
"Since Kerstin's birthday," Fatima said. "I'm at thirteen weeks now. Doctor Love said that I'm not likely to miscarry anymore, so I'm telling Rorie today. The doctor is going to be putting a lot of restrictions on me. I'm not allowed to climb trees anymore already."
"Just wait until you're nearer to term," Krystal said. The nine-year-old classmate of Kerstin and fellow Conceptionite friend looked like she was way past due. "And hope, beyond all hope, that you're not going to have twins. I had to get special permission to even come here. I need to last at least another three and a half weeks."
"I am so glad that I'm not a Conceptionite, and my parents are unlikely to convert," the only clothed girl in the room said. Victoria looked a bit out of place in the room, wearing spandex shorts and a T-shirt. "And stay away from the cake, until Rorie gets here. Really, putting food in a room with four pregnant girls is just asking for everything to be gone by the time the birthday boy gets here."
Just as Victoria said that, Juliet could hear Rorie in the hall. "The birthday party with the boys of my class wasn't bad, even with the dress code that Mother Melody suggested."
The door opened, revealing Juliet's Mommy and a completely naked Rorie. She'd never seen Rorie naked in public, even rarer was the fact that he didn't seem to be even a bit erect. Of course, normally once they got Rorie's clothes off, it was because one of them was about to be bred by him. She nearly forgot to shout out "Happy Birthday" with the rest of the girls.
Rorie went around the room, greeting each of the girls, giving Juliet and her sisters a kiss. By the time he got to Juliet, his cock was erect. "So, boy or girl?" he asked, ending the kiss. "And I still get to name the baby?"
"Boy, and you do. It's tradition," Juliet said as Rorie bent down to pick up his first child.
"Well, it's tradition in my family that the first born boy gets the father's name," Rorie said. "I'm actually the sixth Roy Thomas Yarborough, so I call thee Roy Thomas Yarborough the Seventh."
Rorie held the baby for a moment or two, before placing baby Roy into Juliet's arms and turning to Fatima. "Now, what did you want to tell me today, Fatima?"
"I'm having your baby," Fatima said, looking down at the floor.
"One-shot strikes again," Victoria said.
"Be careful, Vic, you're the only girl in the room who can start being bred for another child today," Rorie shot back, before reaching down and hugging Fatima. "I expect you to try your best to have my baby, and be a good mommy, Fatima." He lifted the pregnant four-year-old from the ground, and held her against him. Juliet could see Fatima's happy tears as he held her tight, his hard cock pressing against her body between them.
"Once he gets your clothes off, he'll have you begging," Harriet said. "I know from experience. It was almost enough for me to keep that school uniform. Not that it would fit right now."
"Pure, Mostly," Rorie read from Victoria's shirt. "I have to wonder about the qualification, Vic. I know you have had to sneak out of your parents' house to see Juliet."
"I didn't have to do it, this time," Victoria said. "Seeing my former cousin in the hospital after she gave birth is perfectly expected, and I'm perfectly safe here."
"The question is, will you go home with wet, messy, or missing panties?" Juliet said. "Put me down for messy." She watched as Rorie put Fatima down and approached her former cousin. Victoria didn't resist the kiss.
"Can we stop at wet?" Victoria said, as she managed to end the long french kiss and step away, revealing that Rorie's hand was between her legs. She let the hand continue to stroke her pussy through her shorts. Juliet was sure that it wouldn't be long before the wetness that her former cousin was admitting to began soaked through the shorts too.
"Certainly," Rorie said, stepping away. "You got a cake for me too?"
"I baked it," Kerstin admitted. "Harriet did the icing."
"It looks good," Rorie replied. "I only had one piece at my birthday party this morning, and I'm really hungry, in more ways than one."
Harriet watched as her oldest sister gave birth, naturally. This time Kerstin was in the hospital, and the doctors were aware that she was giving birth at 35, almost 36 weeks. Last time, Kerstin had apparently decided to follow what her mother had done, and not even tell anyone she was in labor until the baby's head was already crowning. That wasn't going to happen again. The Breedlove girls were going through high risk pregnancies.
This was Kerstin's second, and she hadn't had a single period between them. Dawn had been born late preterm, and this one would be just barely in that category, as well. Kerstin had been confined mostly to bed for the last few weeks, and Harriet was sure that order was coming for her soon, as she was at the end of her thirty-second week of pregnancy which had started on her fifth birthday, or at least it was counted from then.
As she watched Kerstin go through labor, crying out with pain at each contraction, she imagined it happening to her. She knew they were planning on having her deliver by caesarian, like Juliet had at the beginning of summer, so she'd likely not experience it herself, this time. As a pain overtook Kerstin again, she imagined the feeling of the contraction, and the pain that would go through her. Her imagination was really good, she thought, as was sure she was experiencing that same pain. Only the fact that she knew she was imagining it prevented her from crying out as the first pain rolled out from her womb, and then the second.
Suddenly, Harriet felt water going down between her legs, and looked down. Her water had broken. A third pain occurred, and she found herself squatting on the ground, just as the doctor cried out, "We've got another girl in labor in here!" And then, to her great surprise, a baby emerged from her body, feet first. It felt like it was prying her hips apart as it slid out of her body. The nurse barely had enough time to get her hands under the baby to catch it, before it cleared Harriet's body.
The afterbirth followed, before she was even lifted to a bed, leaving Harriet with a dull ache from giving birth. As they placed her baby in the incubator next to her, the Doctor said, "And this is why we really need to pay attention to the signs on these Breedlove girls, they give birth too early and too quickly. Here's another of them. One more push Kerstin. I have the baby. Looks like a another girl for you."
"A boy over here, Doctor," the nurse said, as both babies cried out.
"I don't think this one will need the incubator," the Doctor said. "A good warm thick flannel and maybe the light treatment. Both will need absolute quiet when sleeping though."
This was the last time that Kerstin would be able to be bred in her old room. Tomorrow the Yarborough family was moving into a new house. She was quite fortunate that her ritual breeding after her latest birth happened in time. She sat naked, in front of her old computer, going through her old files and programs while waiting for Rorie to come back from reading his step-sister a bed time story. She'd be taking her computer with her when she left in the morning.
She opened her old diary program, and read how scared she'd been, almost a year and a half ago when her father had informed her that she might have to become a Conceptionite. Her fears had been so wrong. Yes, she'd been constantly pregnant, and nearly always naked, but that was the right way to be. She knew that because that was what the Lord told her.
She fingered the silver Conceptionite band that went around her head. It wasn't going to come off now, as her hair and skin had grown over it in the back, leaving only where it crossed her forehead visible. Kerstin vaguely knew that the band helped her adjust to her life, the life the Lord wanted of her. It seemed so long ago that she'd felt wearing clothes was normal, that you had to be an adult to have babies. Now she knew that you could start as early as four, with her sister Fatima being on her way without having had a single period to becoming the youngest mother in the world. The press had already heard about it.
Her hand stroked her wet little pussy. Back when she'd been first told, she'd known nothing about sex, really. It had only been a few days since her first period, and the disaster of her first blood ruining clothes that she had liked so much. Now she didn't care about clothes. She hadn't had another period, yet. Having two baby girls had prevented that. Kerstin hoped the next baby would be a boy.
Her pussy was slick, ready for Rorie to enter her. Rorie hadn't know about breeding back then. They'd been so innocent, even when they'd cuddled during a thunderstorm in the bottom bunk. Now they weren't, and Rorie really knew how to bred a girl. Kerstin knew that she probably got more than her fair share of Rorie's breeding. Not that her sisters had a right to complain. Fatima was twenty-four weeks along with his baby. Both Juliet and Harriet had given birth to his baby boys. It wasn't Rorie's fault that Juliet's recovery from her caesarean wouldn't let her be bred for another three weeks, and the doctor had told Harriet to wait another month.
Kerstin still wanted to be a doctor, and was trying to learn as much as possible ahead of time. She knew that with all the babies she was having, it wouldn't be easy, especially since Rorie seemed to be keeping her constantly pregnant. She was supposed to be that way, though, so she was working out ways to compensate. After all, her mommy would be her Fifth Grade teacher in just a couple weeks, and was nine weeks pregnant again.
There were a lot of babies in her home now. Emma couldn't really be considered one, now, but there was her mother's Brion, her Dawn and Iris, Juliet's Roy, and Harriet's Matthew. It was a good thing that their great-grandmother Breedlove was available to watch the babies while everyone was in school, as you couldn't bring them to school after they were three months old.
Her stroking of her pussy brought her over the top, just like it always did in church. Her wetness leaked out between her legs and created a wet spot on her chair. She hoped that Rorie would finish reading the bedtime story to Aria soon. Kerstin needed Rorie to breed her good and hard. She didn't want to disappoint the Lord by having her second period.
Her father looked in on her, "Rorie's almost done with the bedtime story," he said. "Are you okay?"
"Just wanting Rorie to breed me now," Kerstin replied, her hand still stroking her pussy.
"They did say that the band made girls practically in heat when you're fertile," her father said. "It certainly was that way with Melody." Her father had married Melody two days before her sixteenth birthday just after Rorie's eighth birthday, and she was already six weeks pregnant with her fourth baby, having brought three-year-old Aria, two-year-old Adagio, and ten-month-old Celestine to the marriage. "Tell me, Kerstin, do you have any problems being a Conceptionite girl?"
"Not really, father," Kerstin said, a gasp of pleasure interrupting her words. "I love being naked and pregnant for the Lord."
"Then you have been truly made a Conceptionite girl," Roy Yarborough said. "Rorie, I believe your sister needs you to breed her again."
The next thing Kerstin knew, her brother's hard cock was inside her and she was being bred. She knew he was putting her third child inside her, and welcomed it. This was her purpose in life now, everything else was secondary.