Chapter 10

“You’re not human,” moaned Teri. She lay on her back, arms and legs akimbo. Her pussy gushed thick white semen that had been produced in white balls. She lost count of the orgasms he’d given her after number seven. There were times she was afraid she’d pass out because she couldn’t breathe. She had pushed at him with delicate, dark hands against his pale skin but he hadn’t stopped doing whatever it was he was doing at the time. All he did was make her have another orgasm. When he finally came he put his lips right by her ear and whispered, “I’m going to try to get you pregnant, now, Teri. I’m going to try to make your beautiful, flat belly swell up with a baby in it that will drive your parents crazy.”

She knew he was teasing, but when she felt his offering inundate her reproductive parts, she felt the thrill and fear of dangerous sex. She knew she was safe. Her period had ended two days previously. But when he said that and filled her full of his sperm, in that second she felt elated.

“I had a good time,” he said. He was already dressed. “You coming to get something to eat?”

“Maybe later,” she mumbled.

“I told you,” he said, grinning.

Russell was playing a video game in his bedroom when Bobby found him. There had been a sandwich in a ziplock bag on the table and Bobby was chewing a bite when he entered Russell’s bedroom.

“You trying to make her your slave?” growled Russell. “You were in there over an hour.”

“First of all, I object strenuously to your wording. The days of slavery are over and I do not advocate bringing it back.”

“You know what I meant. None of the women have any control when you’re around. Now Teri will probably be that way, too.”

“Actually, no,” said Bobby. “While we were talking I told her what you would be doing to her if it was you instead of me.”

“Talking? Huh! Is that what you call it?”

“It is when I’m talking to you.”

“Well please don’t talk to me like you talked to her.”

“Dude, right in the middle of the ... uh ... conversation she asked if you knew how to do everything I could do. I said that you do, and she said you were not going to get any rest from now on.”

“No she didn’t.”

“I’m telling you. She said you won’t be able to make any of the women pregnant because there won’t be anything in your balls from now on.”

Russell turned and stared at Bobby. The game was forgotten and his character gave a tinny scream as he died.

“You better be fucking with me,” said Russell.

“He’s not,” said Teri as she stepped into view behind Bobby. “I said all those things.”

“Teri!” gasped Russell.

She pushed past Bobby and sat on Russell’s lap. She put her arms around him and kissed him. She kept kissing him until she felt him relax and kiss her back. Then she pulled back.

“I love you,” she said. “I want to love you in every way possible before you go off to college and leave me alone and frustrated.”

“You won’t be alone,” he said.

“I might go on dates, but I’ll be frustrated, because none of those boys will get anything but kisses. My pussy belongs to you.”

“That’s not how it works,” he groaned. “I get it that you’ll eventually find a man and marry him and have his kids. That’s how it should be.”

“We’ll see,” she said. “I have ideas about how I want my future to unfold and over the next four months my future includes you and Bobby keeping me happy before you leave for college.”

“Both of us?”

“Of course,” she said, kissing him again. “I’m too much woman for just one man.”

While Cathy may have suggested that incest wasn’t really a squick for her, at least insofar as it concerned Russell, neither Bobby nor Russell informed any of the women that Russell was, in fact, now sliding his long, black penis in and out of his sister’s pussy. Nobody was told that Bobby was also spending an hour, now and then, probing the teenager’s scorching depths. The extent to which Teri demanded sexual satisfaction included an episode one morning at breakfast that neither Russell nor his father were in any way prepared for. It was a Saturday morning and Teri had gone out on another date the night before. The boy she had gone out with was named Nathan Robinson and he had been pushy enough in his attempt to get her to jerk him off that she had to tell him to back off in a very heated voice. He had complied, but had been surly the rest of the date. She knew she would never go out with him again.

That was not the attitude she displayed at breakfast the next morning, however. She came to the table dragging her slippered feet and plopped down in her chair with a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” asked her mother, using her maternal radar.

“I didn’t sleep well last night,” sighed Teri.

“Bad dream?” suggested her father, who was dressed in civilian clothes for once. He’d finally gotten Pine Bluffs to let him promote a patrolman to Assistant Chief and then hire another patrolman. It had made life easier for almost everyone except the new Assistant Chief, who had to work Saturdays in the office.

“No,” said Teri. “I can’t tell you why.”

“This is where the parent asks, ‘Why not,’ and tells the daughter she can talk to him about anything,” said Beaufort Jackson.

“And this is where the teenager tells the ever-so-understanding parent that some things cannot be discussed,” Teri replied.

“Am I going to hear about this in my official capacity?” asked the Chief of Police.

“No, Daddy!” groaned the Chief’s daughter. “I just couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about ... stuff.”

“What kind of ‘stuff’?” asked Genevieve, whose maternal radar was flashing at her, now.

“I can’t talk about it in front of Daddy and him,” she said, putting a touch of scorn into the word “him.”

“Sweetheart,” said her mother, falling for the trap. “We’re a family. If something happened to your father and me, Russell would become the head of the family and be the parent until you became eighteen. It sounds like this might be serious and we should approach it as a family. We’re here to help you.”

Teri was a very good actress and she chose this time to become “angry” and “frustrated” and lose control. She showed it by saying, “Oh yeah? Well, then, should I ask everybody here if I could go on birth control pills and take a vote?”

She had practiced holding her breath and pushing with her lungs. In white people it turned one’s face red. In a person with roots in Africa, it simply made the skin darker. A white person wouldn’t even have noticed, but black people look at each other with different eyes. Both parents saw her “blush” and then avert her eyes.

“I’m not hungry,” she said, standing up. “I’m going to go clean my room.”

“Sit down,” said the Chief of Police. “I think perhaps you’re right. Maybe we do need to discuss this and take a vote.”

“I abstain!” said Russell, who had not been told what she was going to try. “I will leave the issue to the lower house and the senate.”

“Do not call your mother the lower house!” snapped Beaufort.

“I was referring to you,” said Russell. “Mom is the senate.” He stood up and picked up his plate, which had a half-eaten stack of pancakes on it. He took his glass of orange juice with him. Nobody tried to stop him. The urge to eavesdrop was strong, but he couldn’t chance getting caught. He knew Teri would catch him up later. They had made love exactly four times since he took her virginity. She waited until she knew they’d have at least an hour and then she tried to wring him out like Bobby had wrung her out. She was doomed to failure because Russell made her cum multiple times but he only came once. It was the same with Bobby, but she’d only managed to spend time alone with him once after that first time, when her virginity was really taken. She didn’t count Russell, even though his was the first actual penis to enter her, because from the time he went in too fast to the time she decided it might not be so bad was only thirty seconds. Then he shot off in her and cried. Bobby, on the other hand, had taught her the meaning of the term “making love.”

She knew she was addicted to “Bobby” when orgasm number three roared at her like a freight train. She knew instinctively that she would be even more addicted to her brother because she loved him so much it sometimes seemed to hurt. She was proved right when she sat on his lap in his room and calmly told him she expected to be kept happy until they left for college. That she could inflame him became apparent when they ended up on his bed, totally naked, like she’d been with Bobby, and with Russell planted deep in her pussy again. This time he intended to have some control.

“I’ll just go do something,” said Bobby. Russell had given him privacy and Bobby was going to do the same for him.

“Don’t leave!” gasped Teri, who was already dealing with an orgasm she hadn’t been quite prepared for. Russell was very good at what he and Bobby called “internal massage,” where they went deep and them moved their hips around to mash their lover’s clitoris and make the penis move around just an inch or so, massaging the vaginal walls and the cervix. Russell was better at it than Bobby, though neither of them knew that. Several of the women could have told them that, but they didn’t. It wasn’t a competition. Bobby had a way of making a woman helpless while he was deep inside her. It was a good kind of helpless because it absolved them from any residual guilt about the whole situation.

So the boys had separate talents and as Bobby left the room Teri was experiencing what drove Sarah absolutely insane when Russell rolled them over and pushed her up so that her clit slid on his pubic bone if she moved around. His hands played with her breasts and he lifted his head to suck her black nipples. He thought of Sarah then because whenever she got into this position she fed him as much milk as her breasts had in them and he wondered, very briefly, what Teri’s milk might taste like. That was too dangerous to think about because it made him want to cum and breed her, like he tried hard to breed Sarah. So he paid attention to making his sister cum as many times as she could take it. And when he felt the urge to spew, he asked her to suck him while he came, instead of cumming in her. She had happily complied.

He’d cum in her mouth one more time that night. Bobby always shot off in her and he always told her he was trying to make her a mother. In his mind it was a warning. In her mind it made her just want more. Neither of the men told the other what “practices” they had used while fucking Russell’s sister.

They had made love enough since then that Russel was worrying about her state of fertility, even though he pulled out and she lovingly swallowed his cum. He knew he leaked inside her and that there was danger. Now, obviously, it was clear that Teri was thinking about that, too. Why else would she just bring it up at the breakfast table? Was she insane? Was she trying to get grounded? Was she trying to be sent to boarding school?

Back in the kitchen Teri was also thinking about boarding school. She was taking a big chance by asking to be put on birth control. More than once her mother had talked about sending her to an all-black (and all girls) boarding school, where she’d be with other kids of her age and ethnicity. What had deterred that was the fact that Teri made a ton of friends and went out on dates every week with different boys. She seemed to be doing fine, and while Beaufort was making better money than he ever had before this job, they weren’t wealthy, by any stretch of the imagination. It looked like they would be able to help both kids go to college, but they wouldn’t be living the life of Riley.

“Why do you think you need to be on birth control?” asked Genevieve, trying to stay calm. She had dreaded this moment for years, but knew it would eventually come.

“Who are you having sex with?” growled Beaufort.

“Nobody, Daddy!” she objected. “I just got ... I mean last night, when I was with Nathan, I got some feelings I knew were dangerous. I’m not going to go out with him again because of it, but I was really tempted to let him go too far.”

“How far have you let these boys go?” growled the Chief of Police.

“Beaufort, don’t charge in like a bull in a china shop,” said his wife. “We knew this day would come and it’s here. Let’s just deal with it like we talked about.”

“You talked about this?” asked Teri, sounding confused. “I never got that horny until last night.” She made herself blush again and looked at her father. “I have a rule, Daddy. I only let them kiss me. That’s all. Just kissing.”

“That’s good,” said Beaufort. “I’m proud of you for that.”

“That’s better,” said his wife, who reached to pat him on his forearm.

“So what was it about kissing this boy that made you think about things you’re not supposed to be thinking about?”

“And you were doing so well,” moaned Genevieve, slapping his arm.

“What am I supposed to do when my sixteen-year-old daughter announces she’s going to start having sex!” he yelled.

Teri stood up. She didn’t have to make her skin darker this time. Things had become confrontational and she was afraid her plan would fail.

“I knew this was a bad idea. You say I can talk about anything, but then, when I do, you yell at me and assume things that just aren’t true!” Her tone of voice was like that when parents of teenagers sometimes hear, “I hate you!” and stomp off.

“Sit down, Honey,” Genevieve said, calmly. “You can talk to us about anything. We’ll have reactions to things, just like you’re reacting to something right now. Going off and sulking won’t help any of us.” She tapped her husband’s arm again.

“I’m not sulking,” he complained.

“And I’m not planning on starting to have sex!” said Teri, her voice just loud enough to sound like controlled anger. “I just had feelings last night I knew were dangerous and I’m afraid I’ll have them again and that maybe, some day I might get too tempted. I’m trying not to, but it’s hard when you like a guy and he treats you well.”

“You’re right,” said Genevieve. “You’re normal. All girls feel those things sooner or later. We want you to control them, just like you do. That’s the best way. But we also know how tempting ... things ... can be.”

“They wouldn’t be nearly as tempting if you stopped kissing them on dates,” growled Beaufort.

“Is that what you did with Mom on your dates?” asked Teri, with obviously false sweetness in her voice. “Did you just hold her hand until you asked her to marry you?”

“We were older than you, for one thing,” he said, speaking with less surliness in his voice. “You’re in no position to even think about marriage.”

“I’m not thinking about marriage,” she moaned. “I know that’s years and years away, after college. All I’m saying is these were new feelings and they were stronger than I expected and I thought about things I knew weren’t right at this point in my life. I’m trying to be responsible, Daddy. I’m not a little girl anymore and I’m leaving little girl feelings behind me.”

“Just say no,” said Beaufort.

“Yes,” said Genevieve. “That worked for the war on drugs, didn’t it? That’s why there are no drugs on the streets and people have forgotten what the term ‘addict’ means.”

“Don’t you sass me, woman,” growled Beaufort.

“Then don’t say stupid things!” she shot back.

“Don’t fight!” yelled Teri. “I just won’t go out on any more dates!” She turned to leave.

“Wait,” her mother said, again. “Arguing about things is normal. Nobody’s telling you you can’t go on any more dates.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” said Beaufort.

“Yes it is,” said his wife, but without any sarcasm. “You know she’s normal. You love her. You want her to be safe. So do I. It’s our job to make sure she’s as safe as she can be. All girls reach this at some point in their lives and other parents have had to work this out. Now it’s our turn. So no talk about sending her to a boarding school or a convent. It’s not going to happen. We’re here and we have to resolve issues that are here.”

“It was your idea to send her to a boarding school,” Beaufort objected.

“It was, but that was primarily because of her attitude, which has changed. And there is a boys’ school next door and I knew she’d start having these feelings pretty soon. I used to think she needed to have them where there were boys who looked like her around. Now that she is at this stage in her life, however, I do not want her to have to survive this while she’s far away from home, where we can’t help her. Do you?”

“Of course not,” he grumbled. “I just need some time to get used to the idea,” he said. “I thought I wouldn’t have to face this for another year or two.”

“Girls are growing up faster than we did,” said Genevieve.

“That’s true,” said Teri. “Almost all the girls I know at school have already had sex.” She frowned. “At least they say so. Sometimes they say things just to fit in.”

“What do you say?” asked her father.

“I say that since my father is the Chief of Police, I live in a jail cell and am on parole whenever I’m allowed to go on a date.” She said it with a straight face.

“So that makes you fit in?” asked Beaufort, also with a straight face.

“Monday I’ll call Doctor Fisk and make an appointment for us to see him,” said Genevieve.

The issue was resolved. Both of the other people at the table had heard that voice before. It was the tone that announced this was how things were going to be and that if anyone had objections, they should keep them to themselves.

Teri managed to avoid a big sigh, and in fact she was elated. It had worked!

Soon she could let Russell and Bobby mount her as much as she wanted.

“Soon” is a relative term. It can mean two minutes or two years. In this case “soon” started out to mean a month if she went on birth control pills, because it took that long for them to become effective. Luckily, which is, again, a relative term, when Doctor Fisk started asking questions about allergies, he found out Genevieve Jackson had experienced a hormonal imbalance when she was taking birth control pills and it had resulted in an imbalance that was called estrogen dominance. Because the side effects of estrogen dominance could be severe, she had to stop taking the pills. She had thought she was an anomaly, because she knew fifty or more women who took the pill and did fine. Doctor Fisk was of the opinion that she might have passed her sensitivity to added estrogen on to her daughter and he recommended an IUD instead. It was more expensive, initially, but would pay for itself over time. And she couldn’t forget to take a pill she didn’t even have.

It turned out the clinic had a selection of IUDs which scared Teri when she imagined them inside her body, in her uterus, but her mother and the doctor insisted she wouldn’t even know it was there. And so, when they went home Teri Jackson had complete, total and instant protection against her brother (or Bobby) impregnating her. No longer did Russell have to pull out and shoot in her mouth. On nights it was too dangerous to make love, she tiptoed to his bedroom and blew him until she got a bedtime snack. Then Russell would kiss and finger her to orgasm. On nights they could be together unchaperoned, he eagerly mounted her and rutted in her as she urged him on. Perhaps, because it was now safe, Russell allowed himself the same fantasy Bobby had: that of seeing her belly swell with a baby inside it, and knowing it was his.

In May, for a graduation present, Russell got a car. It was used, but in good shape. Now he had wheels to get to and around at college. He also had a car he could go on dates in. When the weather got warmer Teri begged her brother to double date with her. Her stated reason was that it was easier to not be tempted if he was there. He said, “You’ll cramp my style,” and their father said, “You don’t need to have a style, boy. The last thing you need is some girl to claim you got her knocked up and have to postpone college, possibly forever. You just keep it in your pants. The two of you can chaperone each other.”

Russell eventually gave in, and from then on, each Friday night, Russell took his little sister to pick up her date, and then went to pick up his own. That’s what Beaufort and Genevieve thought, anyway. In reality they picked up Bobby and went to Cathy’s house. Cathy had two bedrooms, and the boys just swapped back and forth.

There was mixed celebration and envy when Sarah announced she was going to keep lactating for at least the next five years. Reggie might be weaned when the new baby was there.

As if Sarah’s pregnancy became a leak in the dam, by the 4^th of July both Cathy and Trudy had missed periods. By late July Betty said, “I can feel it. I haven’t missed, yet, but I can feel it. I remember feeling it with Phillip.”

“I’m out in the cold, as usual,” said Julie, but her attitude wasn’t down like it would have been before she met Bobby. Now she could roll with the punches and feel like a woman who was moving toward a goal.

Cathy had a very quiet talk with Julie and from then on, the “double dating” took place at Julie’s. She didn’t have an extra bedroom, but she still had her futon from college. Making love on a futon was different, but still satisfying. And Teri didn’t mind “sharing” whichever boy wasn’t on top of her with Julie, who got an extra dose of semen (or two) on Friday nights.

Then August got there and each of the men who meant so much to the card club packed their cars and drove off to their future.

Everybody thought Julie had just been unfortunate, but in September, when her period should have arrived, it did not.

It was a clean sweep. Bobby and Russell had knocked up all five women between June and August.

Now, the only question was, what color would each baby be when they were born?

Time seemed to slow down for all eight people discussed in depth thus far. For the boys, who went to separate colleges, life was so new they were distracted, initially, from thinking about the women “back home” who they had become so intimate with. Both young men dated, but neither attempted to have sex with anybody, even if the girl seemed willing. Sex had taken on a different meaning that had sunk into their bones. Casual, meaningless sex wasn’t interesting to them.

Back home time dragged as each of the women began to display evidence that she was going to have a baby. Each traveled in different circles, for the most part, unless they were playing cards.

Logan, as expected when he realized the wife he hadn’t been fucking started showing she was pregnant again, blew his top. He called her every name in the book and bemoaned the five years he had wasted by marrying her.

“Then divorce me,” she said. She’d tried to prepare herself for this. He had never been violent but this was pushing things farther than he had been pushed before. “All I want are my children.”

“You can have them,” he snarled. “I don’t want any part of you in my presence. This house is mine, though. I paid for it and I’m not giving it up. Go live with whoever knocked you up, you fucking slut.”

She packed four bags with as much clothing as she could and called Betty. When Betty picked her up, Logan thought it was the fucker who had gotten to his wife’s cunt and he ran out to get a good look at him. It was some fucking woman who got out and helped Sarah put the bags and children in the car, and he felt frustrating disappointment.

He turned back to what he already thought of as his bachelor pad. He’d have to change the locks, but not until the divorce was final. He didn’t want to give her attorney any ammunition to take his money or possessions.

Trudy had been living with Jerry while their divorce went through the hoops, then moved in with Cathy after Cathy faced down her adulterous, bigamist husband and sent him packing. Actually, he chose to go packing to avoid prison, as was noted previously. So when Sarah and her two children needed a place to stay, Cathy and Trudy took them in. This was almost the plan they had concocted, except they didn’t have the house they needed, yet, so things were cramped. Cathy and Trudy got a solid dose of what having children around was like and it shook them up a little.

“What have we gotten ourselves into?” sighed Cathy after she put Emily to bed while Sarah was bathing Reggie. Emily wanted bedtime stories and she wouldn’t go to sleep without one. Her eyes got drowsy, but any little interruption woke her up. It was exhausting.

“We’ve gotten ourselves into what Sarah’s been going through for five years. We’re stuck with it unless you want to go to Planned Parenthood.”

“Of course I don’t want to do that, and I’d appreciate it if you never mention that place again. What’s inside me is a piece of Bobby and I can’t wait to hold him and feed him and watch him grow up. I expect I’ll be tired all the time, but I’m still looking forward to it.”

“How do you know it’s Bobby’s and that it will be a boy?” asked Trudy.

“I can just feel it,” said Cathy, shrugging her shoulders.

“I don’t feel anything except the weight I’ve gained. In another month or two I won’t be able to see my toes and I’m worried I won’t be able to tie my shoes.”

“Get Crocs,” Cathy advised. “I wear them at the hospital all the time.”

“Crocs,” said Trudy. “I think of Crocs as old people shoes.”

“I’m thirty-one. Am I old?”

“No, of course not,” said the twenty-eight year old youngster.

Betty’s transition was smooth and welcome. She’d done this before and she knew what to do to make herself comfortable. Dan’s favorite thing was to lie down with his head in her lap and talk to the baby. He told it stories and explained how the tax return business worked. Betty thought he was silly but after he talked to the baby he usually went down on the baby’s mother and she went down on him. They both missed the boys, but they were happy that this new chapter had started in their life. Even at Thanksgiving, when the boys were home and didn’t visit any of the women they had impregnated, all those women understood. Coming back home on a short vacation meant the parents wanted their college students to spend all their time with family. Bobby only managed to get over to visit Russell for a few hours the day after Thanksgiving, during which Teri eagerly lay under him as he and her brother caught up. Bobby could tell, when he sank into his dark-skinned lover, that she already had a load of Russell’s cum in her pussy. He didn’t care. It was good to be inside an eager woman who craved your cock and the fluid it would produce after she had wiggled, whined, and moaned her way through two or three orgasms.

Russell, of course, fucked his sister every night (and some of each day) he was home, but neither boy could get away to go see five other women.

Of them all, Julie was the most freaked out that there was a little live thing living in her womb. She spent evenings at Betty’s or at the madhouse Cathy’s had become. They reassured her that she would do fine. It was close to Christmas, when she was four months along, when a man ran into the back of her car on a slippery street. The damage was minimal and as they exchanged insurance information he asked her when she was due.

“Thank you,” she said. “Most people don’t even know I’m pregnant and think I’m just fat.”

“I could tell immediately,” he said, “Even under your coat. I think pregnant women are the most beautiful women in the world. I hope that doesn’t offend you.”

“I’m not offended. That’s a very nice compliment.”

“Do you need to call your husband and tell him about the accident?”

“I’m not married. I don’t have a boyfriend, either. This,” she patted her stomach, “happened because I wanted a child and men wouldn’t ask me out.”

“If men wouldn’t ask you out, then how did you arrange that?” He pointed and just barely touched her coat over her bulge.

“I engaged the services of a gigolo,” she said with a straight face.

“Wow. How does one find a gigolo?”

“I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you,” she teased. This was the first adult man who had said more than two things to her.

“I do not want to be killed,” he said, holding up both gloved hands, palms toward her. “I’m a curious person, though, and I’m also an author. Would it be too forward of me to ask you to have dinner with me some night so you can tell me all about gigolos? I won’t ask how to find one, only what they’re like. I might be able to work that into one of my books.”

“What kind of books do you write?” she asked.

“I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you,” he teased.

“I’ll tell you about my gigolo if you tell me about your books,” she said.

“Deal. Tomorrow night? I’ll pay for the damage to your car, by the way. It will be cheaper than dealing with the insurance company and having my rates raised. Do you think you can trust me on that?”