Chapter 4

Heather did not talk about Jason the following week, other than to say she had a very good time and thank me. We went to our jobs and she seemed fine with our usual sexual habits. We tried to cuddle each night while we talked about our day. I always got her off, whether it was with my fingers, mouth or penis. We slept together and continued to be in love.

No child appeared. Her periods were regular. We’d only been “trying” for four or five months and we hadn’t done all the timing and taking of temperature and all the other stuff that the really serious parents-to-be do. I just put my sperm in her and we hoped she’d catch.

Six weeks went by in a flash. I didn’t even think about it until one evening she said, “Jason called me at lunch. They’re discharging him in two days. He asked if the invitation was still valid.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him I’d talk to you.”

“When do you plan to do that?” I teased.

“I’m going to wake you up at one in the morning and hash it out, then.”

“Do you still want him to come?”

“Yes,” she said, softly.

“Will it be okay if he comes? Between us?”

“Of course!” she snapped. “I can’t believe you asked me that.”

“Are you going to make him use a condom?”

“I don’t want to,” she said, also softly.

“Then I think the invitation is still good,” I said.

She hugged me and thanked me and kissed me and offered a blow job but I said we could do that later. I told her to call him but she said she had to wait.

What she waited for was so she could put us on speaker while she blew me. She told him we were in the guest bedroom and that I was surrogating again, until he could get there. She face-timed him and I heard his groans as I held the phone and she went down on me.

While she blew me she said she wanted to go get him but he said not to because the date and time could change.

So she sucked me dry and swallowed and said, “Why Jason! “You taste so good!”

“I’ll get there as fast as I can,” he said.

The next Friday evening, around six, the doorbell rang. Heather ran to the door and peeked out through the curtains over the window. She saw Jason’s smiling face.

“He’s here!” she squealed.

She threw the door open and I watched him come in. He looked tall and fit and I knew he was going to dump a pint of his semen in her pussy over the next few days. She hugged him and kissed him.

“I brought you a present,” he said.

“What?” she asked, as eagerly as any kid on Christmas morning.

That’s when David walked through the still-open door.

Jason was a smart guy. He knew nobody was going to get to that door to close it right away, so he stepped behind his childhood friend and did that while he said, “I needed a ride and Dave showed up to bring me here. He’s awfully tired from all the driving, though, so can he stay here this weekend, too?”

Heather had frozen when she saw her brother. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. Had this reunion taken place a year ago she would have been happy to see him and hugged him and bestowed on him a little kiss, perhaps on the lips, but most likely on the cheek. She would have said she wanted to catch up, but that she could wait for that until later.

Suddenly she looked past David to Jason and said, “You bastard!”

Then she crashed into her brother and he almost picked her up as they kissed on the lips. Both were full of passion and she was almost in overload. She broke the kiss and moved to Jason, who got a kiss just like it. When that one broke she said, “You must be punished.”

“Me? What did I do wrong? All I did was bring your brother to see you.”

“Your punishment will be to wait with John until I’m ready to talk to you.” She turned back to David and said, “You’re coming with me. You stink. You need a shower.”

“Is taking a shower with a guy her MO or something?” Jason asked me with a smile.

Jason went out to the car and started bringing his stuff in. It was all he owned in the world, other than what he’d left at his unit before he deployed and was wounded. That material had been boxed up and was awaiting an address to send it to. I offered to help, but he insisted on going it alone. I got it. He needed to be independent. He hardly limped at all. He brought his cane in, but didn’t use it as he did so.

We both heard a choked off scream through the bedroom door and Jason grinned.

“Now he’s getting after it,” he said. “That boy was on pins and needles the whole way here. He drove like we drove in Afghanistan, with the pedal to the metal so the command detonated IEDs wouldn’t get us. I’m amazed that we didn’t get a whole handful of tickets.”

“I did not know the bed knocked like that,” I said, as a rhythmic knocking commenced.

“Have you seen him since he got his current job?” asked Jason.

“Once or twice,” I said.

“I hadn’t seen him since we were eighteen. He’s a fucking monster! He’s got muscles on his muscles. He tossed off that he handles seven tons of tires per day, and all by hand!”

“I knew about the tires, but not how much,” I said.

“He’s probably going to have the stamina of a locomotive.”

“He’s got a lot of years to make up for,” I said.

“So do I, but she about wore me out the last time I saw you.”

“And then came home and wore me out,” I said with a grin.

“You know, John, you have to be one in a million to be able to deal with this.”

“Naw,” I said. “I simply know she loves me and that she’ll keep loving me even if she soaks you, and now David with love. She has an endless supply. I don’t feel any threat so why should I worry?”

“I wouldn’t be able to share her,” he sighed. “It would drive me insane.”

“You are sharing her, Jason,” I said.

He blinked, and then smiled.

“I guess in one sense I am. How about that?”

The door opened and a naked Heather walked out. She was somewhat hunched over because she was using the fingers of her right hand to hold her pussy lips closed.

“I think I broke him,” she complained. “He won’t get up. Can you come help me, Jason?”

When he got up she switched hands and then sucked the previous fingers before she tiptoed over to me and kissed me.

“You have no idea how much I love you right now,” she said.

“I’m not the one who brought him here,” I said.

“You know what I mean. If it wasn’t for you I couldn’t have any of this, and because you love me I get to have all of it, at least for a little while.”

“Get back in there before you leak on the floor, woman. I’m tired of cleaning up after you,” I said, gruffly.

“Okay!” she yipped.

She ran, troll style, hunched over, knees out to the sides and I wanted to laugh.

She did not close the door completely, which I knew meant she wanted me to watch. I got up and wandered over by the door. I knew Jason was fine with me peeking, but I didn’t know about David, who might be less inclined to want anybody to see his incest.

“I can’t believe you guys jerked off together and pretended you were both fucking me! You are dirty, dirty boys.”

I hazarded a peek and Jason was on top of her while David held his friend’s new leg, examining it. He was already stiff again, waiting his turn.

They took turns with her until midnight, at which time she came and got in bed with me in the guest room.

“I might have broken them both,” she whispered, as she snuggled up to me.

“Do you need anything from me right now?” I asked.

“No,” she said, hugging me and rubbing her breasts against my back. “Not right now. In the morning, okay?”

She finally found the position she wanted and went still.

The last thing she said was, “I’m a little sore.”

Four people trying to live in a two bedroom house with a tiny kitchen and table barely big enough is interesting. I decided while David and Jason were there that we needed bigger digs, especially if a baby came along. We were both paid well and we had put quite a bit away. We had several CDs that matured every seven months, so we would have enough for a down payment on a bigger house if we wanted to. I didn’t really want to rent anymore, but I didn’t know how Heather felt. We had touched on buying a house but not discussed it in depth. I had the feeling that we’d be seeing Jason and David in the future, David for sure. So we needed four bedrooms to accomodate children and ... visitors.

As for how things went with her two lovers being in the house, the atmosphere was basically muted ecstasy when they weren’t in the bedroom, and active ecstasy when they were. I was up first the next morning, as she had asked. As we made love she whispered in my ear that she wanted my sperm to make the baby. I gave her a dose and said I hoped for that, too and she drifted back to sleep. She had to have used up five thousand calories during the marathon session she had with David and Jason. I left her to sleep and went to the kitchen to make coffee.

Jason was up not long later and David came out ten minutes after that.

“Sorry for stealing your bed,” said David.

“I had another one,” I said.

Both of them were bachelors, which meant they were used to getting up and getting themselves going. Jason had endured an interlude in which he couldn’t do that and he seemed inordinately happy whenever he wanted to do something, like scramble eggs, and I told him where the accoutrements he needed were. The two of them talked softly, ignoring me except to offer me more coffee, which I accepted, and to serve me food, which I also accepted.

“This killed your whole carton of eggs,” said Jason.

“They have more at the store,” I said.

“I’ll kick in for groceries,” said David.

I didn’t say anything. I anticipated a shit ton of groceries being needed over the weekend.

We had just about finished eating when Heather made an appearance, wearing her robe. She either brought it with her from our bedroom when she came to sleep with me in the spare room, or had gone to the bedroom to get it just before she appeared. I wondered what she would have done if the men had still been in the bed. Her hair was mussed and she was still not fully awake as she came over and made me move back so she could sit on my lap. She put an arm around my neck and said, “It smells delicious. Did you save any for me?”

“The guys needed a serious infusion of calories,” I said. “They were looking a little pale and weak.”

“Ha - ha,” she said.

David set the plate down that had been warming on the stove with aluminum foil over it. She ate one-handed.

“Look at this,” she said. “The only three men in the entire world allowed to put their sperm in me, gathered all in one place! I feel like I won the lottery.”

“I never thought I’d get any sperm in you at all,” said David.

“Neither did I,” chimed in Jason.

“Well, John hasn’t gotten me pregnant over the last six months since I went off of birth control, so now I guess you two will have to try. If I could choose, it would be John’s baby, but if either of you impregnates me I won’t complain. Will you complain, Honey?”

“Like you said last week or so, I have the next fifteen or so years to get you pregnant. You want a baby, so we three will work on fulfilling your wish.”

There was a deafening silence in the room. Finally David said, “Gee, Heather, you might have led with that.”

“I was in too much of a hurry to get your sperm in me,” she said. “You made me crazy and I couldn’t think.”

“Seriously? You’re not protected?” asked Jason, quietly.

“Fertile as a turtle,” she said, popping a piece of bacon in her mouth and chewing.

“I don’t understand,” he said. “I mean doing something crazy, remembering your past and having fun is one thing. But letting David or me impregnate you? What the fuck, Heather?”