Chapter 10

“I’m glad that I bought so many Red Barons, no doubt of that!” Aunt Molly smiled as she sat on my lap, yes MY lap, fresh from getting fucked by Uncle Curtis.

“Me, too, but I’m also glad that I apparently knocked you up!” Uncle Curtis smiled.

“No apparently about it! You’re pregnant by him, all the way, Ms. Macduff!” the spirit assured her.

“Oh, don’t be so formal! Call me ‘Molly,’ as you just helped me make the love child that I’ve wanted from Curtis forever!” my aunt told the spirit.

“Molly it is, then! Molly Macduff, a proper Scots name if there ever was one!” the spirit mused, “incidentally, someone’s birth control must have failed or quit a little early, because Summer is pregnant now. Also to Curtis ... and to Dan. In that sequence of events. It was indetectable before, but that is no longer the case.”

“Twins? I’m having twins? Guys, I’m having TWINS!” Summer exclaimed, hugging Uncle and me both in response, “I’m gonna love having twins! One by each of you two studs! Can you tell me the sex already, as you did with Aunt Molly’s, you don’t mind if I call you that, do you, Aunt Molly ... can you?”

“No, I don’t mind at all!” Aunt Molly told her with a sweet peck on the lips.

“And, yes, I can tell you that you’re getting one boy, one girl. The boy by Curtis, the girl by Dan. Any thoughts as to names, or should I advise you, or leave it to the fathers, or to Dan alone and specifically, as head of the group?” the spirit asked her, “by the way, I can’t tell you the sex by means of prognostication. I can only interpret the cellular mitosis, read the genetic material, and extrapolate the most probable outcome from the available details and information. The same way that your pregnancy finally registered on my radar, as it were.”

“Um ... I appreciate that, but I’d want both fathers to pick the names. If Dan’s okay with that. Nothing against you. It’s just a tradition that I love, of the baby Daddy having a say in this. Please don’t take it personally,” Summer urged the spirit guide.

“Oh, not to worry. I have no wounded pride from this, trust me. What you just said makes sense. Both parents, really, should have a say in this matter. You made the baby together. You have every right to name your creation. I simply offered in case you were stumped,” the spirit reassured Summer, much to her relief while I caressed one hand and Uncle Curtis touched another.

“I’m totally cool with Uncle Curtis picking his son’s name,” I said as I high-fived my uncle.

“Junior, if you don’t mind. Not as a suffix. Just as a name. Let them wonder who the ‘senior’ is supposed to be, though they can probably guess, if it comes out nice and brown,” Uncle Curtis belly laughed now.

“That they could, no doubt of that!” Aunt Molly snickered now, “same with Danielle.”

“And for my pick, then, I want the name of that town whore who was Aunt Molly’s grandmother. Her name deserves to live on, given that it was probably forgotten for too long and neither Aunt Molly, nor I, nor Deanna, nor Erin would be here without her,” I observed.

“Kathleen it is, then. That was her name. Kathleen Bridget Donnelly,” the spirit informed me.

“Very well, then. Our baby girl is named Kathleen,” I told Summer.

“That she is, lover. That she is,” Summer beamed with joy at me acknowledging my progeny by her, “Kathleen Molly Howard and Junior Ernst Howard, because of Ernst Kauffmann, my late grandfather.”

“Hey, wasn’t he a dive officer on a U-Boat before he was captured and decided not only not to seek escape, but to stay in America after the war?” I recalled the story that her late grandfather told us about his life in the Kriegsmarine, the German Navy.

“Very true. We still have his Kriegsmarine uniform. The war changed him from a fervent Nazi to a secret dissident. The things that he saw and did, you know. It shook him and so did living in America, seeing what life was like here. Not perfect, but much better than the Third Reich,” Summer confirmed what I heard.

“Reason enough for a name like that, then, a man brave enough to change his mind,” Uncle Curtis agreed with a smile.

“Very true,” Aunt Molly replied while grinding her booty against my groin to dry hump me a little, “you know, it’s safe to fuck me again now ... since I’m already knocked up, bun in the oven preggers by your uncle.”

“This is true, Auntie. Adjust a little in the chair, if you’re okay with that, so that I can slip inside you comfortably. In the right hole for sloppy seconds,” I told my aunt, who eagerly obeyed me, letting me fuck her slick, slimy, dripping wet snatch.

“And I won’t age anymore, so I’ll get to fuck you regularly ... forever, right?” Aunt Molly asked me, but it was the spirit guide who answered.

“That’s true. I confirmed it, because I have more confidence in that area than Dan does. You will never grow old. You will never die. You have all of the time in the world to let as many men breed you as you wish. No menopause ever,” the spirit told her with complete assurance.

“Yeah, nevvy, bang your auntie like this ... good and hard, from below!” Aunt Molly begged me in the seated form of the reverse cowgirl position as we screwed in the chair.

“What shall we name our babies by Dan, then? We each have one, Christina and I?” Angel blurted now.

“Yes, you are carrying his other daughter, Christina his son,” the spirit announced, making both girls giddy with delight.

“Well, what’s the name to be, proud papa? What’s your son’s name?” Christina turned to me for answers.

“Curtis Clifford Howard. Not quite Junior, but close,” I told them, “whatever my father’s flaws, I want his name remembered somehow.”

“Works for me!” Christina shouted with a kiss to my lips while Aunt Molly kept bouncing up and down on my cock with her wonderfully wet twat.

“And our daughter?” Angel asked me now.

“Rosa Nadia Howard, after the Waltzer sisters,” I informed Angel, who kissed me even harder than Christina upon hearing this.

“Seems fitting, no doubt of that! I’m glad that their legacy will be honored,” Christina backed her girlfriend up now.

Just then, I exploded inside Aunt Molly while cupping her buns, at which point she slid off me and knelt to suck her own juices off my dick. To have my own flesh and blood sample me this way was absolutely delicious, to say the least. I ran my hands through her thick, curly blonde hair to shower her with affection as well, especially as she began playing with my balls. There was no doubt that Deanna and Erin got their slutty side honestly, not that I minded at all.

“Your cum and Curtis’s mix well together on your cock, you know. They taste very good together! Nice and salty!” Aunt Molly winked at me as she kept licking my prick clean, “this womb is yours next, I swear it!”

“I’ll hold you to that!” I told my aunt as I pulled her up for a snowball kiss.

Changing topics slightly, I next delved into another matter of importance.

“I think that, until such time as polygamy, gay marriage, and incest marriage become options, we need to formalize what we can. It’s only a technicality, as everyone here is a lover to everyone else here in some capacity. The couples, married or not, certainly not monogamous or faithful or exclusive, are as follows, so far: Lisa and me, Curtis and Molly, Michelle and Missy, David and Amber, once they join us, Angel and Christina, Deanna and Summer, Jamie and Shannon, Mary and Jennifer, Shawn and Bryan, and well, Erin is a special case in a good way. We all have to be very protective and caring with her, anyway,” I told the group.

“I know what you’re thinking. A lot of same-sex couples. But again, not exclusive, and in many cases, it just works better that way. I can sense that Erin doesn’t really want to be part of a couple as such, at least not yet, am I right, Erin?” I turned to my younger, mildly autistic cousin.

“No, I want us to be ... together ... permanently ... you and me, just like you and Lisa, both at once, not just as part of the group and the sharing ... but more intimate than that. I will always enjoy the group activities, the orgies and such ... but I want Dan and me ... together, just like Dan and Lisa. It’s ... hard to explain. Not just Dan and me. Not just Dan and Lisa. But ... Dan with Lisa ... and Dan with me. I hope that Lisa ... understands. I hope that I’m not being too selfish,” Erin choked back tears now, but Lisa and I rushed to hold her tight against both of us.

“Shhh ... there’s nothing to fret about. The heart wants what it wants, you have needs, sweetie, and you shall have what you want,” Lisa assured Erin as she ran her fingers through her hair.

“That you shall, cousin. Trust me. I made a promise to Aunt Molly and I won’t break it, not now, not ever. If you’re that attached to me, I’m honored and I won’t let you down. Well, Lisa, I guess, even on a smaller scale, you’re part of a group, not a couple but a ... throuple?” I struggled for a word that fit, not exactly available in the more repressive lexicon of the early 90s.

“I’m more than happy with that, babe,” Lisa told me as she pressed her lips to Erin’s, and then Erin’s to mine, and then her own to mine as well.

“Thank you ... for keeping your word ... in your own way,” Aunt Molly told me with another snowball kiss.

“So, resolved, from now on, Erin and I are inseparable for life. Where I go, she goes, period. If I fuck someone, so does she,” I winked at Erin now, making her blush as she nodded and smiled.

“That should make for some interesting times, when even one-on-one couplings automatically become threesomes ... and you’ll never need to jack off again!” Erin herself teased me now.

“Yes, so it seems ... now, so the listing so far is revised, then: Lisa, me, and Erin; Curtis and Molly; Michelle and Missy; David and Amber; Angel and Christina; Deanna and Summer; Jamie and Shannon; Mary and Jennifer; Shawn and Bryan, at least for now. Subject to revision. By the way, Jamie, Shannon, since Shannon’s apparently pregnant to you, any thoughts as to the name of your own baby?” I inquired of the cousin couple.