Chapter 21

December 24, Christmas Eve
Chattanooga, Tennessee
Frank Pezzo Residence

“God, it’s been a wild holiday!” Damien Martin exclaimed as he left the massive shower on the morning of Christmas Eve, not yet sure what the traditions were in the Pezzo household of which he was now part.

“Yes, well, I got an early present for you, hon!” Cassidy told him excitedly as she showed him her home pregnancy test results.

It read positive ... his wonderful fiancee was knocked up! Damien didn’t even stop to ask who the father was, biologically speaking. They had all exchanged bodily fluids with so many different folks since the whole “honey do list” business started that it could be any man’s. It could even be Eddie’s, as he had finally tried fucking some ladies, including Cassidy. Who the fuck cared about physical paternity? Sooner or later, Cassidy would be quickened by his seed, and even if he became sterile tomorrow, so that he didn’t, he would be a proud papa among several such in the tribe. After all, there was a good chance that he had already impregnated other men’s wives and girlfriends, too.

“Wow, I’m a Daddy now!” Damien grinned at the news and kissed Cassidy passionately on the mouth to reassure her that he meant it.

“Even if ... the baby wasn’t strictly speaking yours? Not saying that it isn’t, but we don’t know that it is,” Cassidy openly worried, but Damien was having none of it.

“Hush you! Do you think that I’m gonna bother with a paternity test, hon? Whatever for? This baby is a part of you! I love it because of that, because you’re its Mama, so I’m Daddy now. As your husband, I’ll be legally the father, anyway,” Damien pointed out, much to Cassidy’s relief.

“Well, for the record, if you ever want or need a paternity test, I’ll be happy to consent to it. Obviously, with our lifestyle, there’s a decent chance that I’ll have a baby or two that’s not biologically yours, so I’m more than a little relieved at your enlightened attitude, honey,” Cassidy practically somersaulted by now with delight.

“Only if we need an organ or blood donor, dear, and I hope that never comes up,” Damien resolved.

“Deal! I can understand in that context. I just hope that it never happens, either, and even if it does, that it never alters how you view our youngsters,” Cassidy agreed with even more appreciation at how loving Damien truly was, “to think that I nearly lost you for my own stupidity.”

“Oh, stop worrying about that! It’s in the past. Leave it there, babe,” Damien urged his girlfriend.

“See, I told you so, sis, on both counts, didn’t I?” Tammy rushed to start a group hug that wasn’t exactly PG, not least because all three of them were bare-assed naked.

“Wow, you three lovebirds are truly inspiring!” Alice declared as she entered the room, “in any case, you guys don’t want to miss breakfast, trust me! Christmas Eve breakfast is gonna rock this year, just like the rest of Christmas has!”

“Sounds great, Alice ... by the way, we have great news! Cassidy’s pregnant!” Damien proudly pointed to his fiancee’s naked belly.

‘Sweet! Be sure to announce it at breakfast, dear! Trust me, Frank and the rest of us like news like that! It makes our day! I’ve already discovered that Lisa and I are knocked up as it is,” Alice informed them as they all exited the master bedroom of their section of the palatial estate for the grand kitchen and dining hall.

By now, everyone was used to the idea of eating in the buff, of course. Even pajamas were a thing of the past as the entirely nude residents of the household took their seats at the long dinner table in the hall. Frank sat at the head of the table, but Damien sat opposite him, which wasn’t a bad place to be these days. Yes, even Frank Pezzo, the patriarch of the tribe, was naked as a jaybird at breakfast, and no one thought to worry about it at all. Jim sat at his right hand, whereas Harold was to Damien’s left and Eldritch to his right.

Most of the other spots were held by women, but there were obvious exceptions, such as Howard and Eddie, Amos, Julio, Will, Eric, Philip, and Bert. Still, the men were definitely outnumbered and none of them minded at all. After all, who was gonna object to such a sizable display of naked flesh, especially the female kind? The widespread nudity was one of the definite benefits of sharing a household with so many lecherous adults.

“So, before we begin to eat this excellent breakfast prepared for us by none other than Sandra and Katie, please be sure to thank them in whatever way you find most suitable, do we have any announcements?” Frank spoke clearly and authoritatively, as one might well expect from one jokingly called “Godfather Frank” at times.

“Yes, Cassidy’s pregnant!” Tammy blurted, and then looked a little sheepish, but Frank roared with laughter.

“Damien, you dog! Way to go! Congratulations, both of you!” Frank stood up, walked over to Damien, and even high-fived him, not even mentioning the prospect of other men siring the spawn in Cassidy’s womb.

“That’s kinda our thing ... presume paternity based on the law, guys. It’s the simplest, most practical approach, if you think about it, though as a lawyer, I am rather biased in its favor,” Alice blushed and winked at the happy couple.

“That was more or less my attitude, anyway, so I’m glad to see it encouraged,” Damien admitted.

“See, cousin, we’re all on the same page, aren’t we?” Frank chuckled now, even as he noticed that Cassidy grinned from ear to ear.

“See, babe, we all love you, no matter what!” Eldritch interjected, getting howls of approval from around the table.

“Got that right! Who the fuck doesn’t love Cassidy? How could you not love this face?” Maryam played the proud mama to a tee.

“Agreed. We all love Cassidy Lassiter, soon to be Mrs. Damien Martin!” Tara shouted with absolute conviction.

“That we do!” Marlene coughed now, “by the way, I’m pregnant, too.”