Chapter 17: The Birth

Fall 2029

Nature was teasing them with a delightful Indian summer. The days and weeks remained warm and dry, and the leaves refused to change color. The conditions worked to Clark’s and Sally’s advantage as they harvested the crops, picked several bushels of apples, and got all the remaining vegetables from the garden. The only thing left was to haul what they needed for the winter months up to the cabin. They had already brought up about a third of their needs. Clark was confident that over a three week period he could bring up the rest by himself and plant the small area close to the road with winter wheat which he and Sally had prepared. In the meantime, Sally would remain up at the cabin looking after Katie and the girls and the chickens, too.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight, Sally. You look tired,” Clark mused with her in his arms sitting on the steps of the front porch of the farmhouse. A big, golden harvest moon blinked now and then through the sparse clouds.

“I’m OK, just thinking...”

“Thinking about what?”

“Well, Trish and Fifi are growing. Katie’s baby is going to be here soon. The cabin is getting too small for us all. It was already cramped with just the three of us, but now ... The cabin wasn’t built for a crowd.”

“You’re right sweetie, but what do you suggest?”

“Katie and I have been talking. We’re going to need more room. The kids need space to play inside and outside. We’re the only ones around for hundreds of miles. Probably, no one doesn’t even know that this place exists. We don’t need to hide up in the cabin anymore. When spring comes and we need to start preparing the land, we should all pack up and move down here to the farmhouse. Legitimately, it is ours, right?”

“You make a good point,” Clark replied pondering the suggestion.

The cabin had been the center of their new world where especially Sally and Katie had to adapt to new challenges, new emotions, new approaches to get from day to day, month to month. They had outgrown its walls and needed to expand their universe, occupy the new spaces they had come to know, and flourish in the promises of the future. Clark understood their youthful yearning. The cabin had served its purpose; a transient speck from the old and turbid to the fresh and harmonic; a cradled shelter from which to go forward with renewed courage and hope.

The once idea to bring his family to the cabin on a summer outing to share its simplicity, perched high above the landscape below, occupied a remote corner of Clark’s memory. The decision to make it the new home for himself, Sally and Katie away from a mad world was imperative for their survival. However, that world probably no longer existed and no longer could touch them. It was time to re-evaluate, to change, to re-adapt.

“Think about it,” Sally continued, “we could spend more time tending to the orchard and garden. We could teach the kids to fish and help out in the garden. You could pace yourself better taking care of the crops with your new tractor.”

“Ummm, I like that idea.”

“We could also take time off and relish the luxury at the brickhouse. We could check up on the monastery and use the radio more often. Plus, we can go into town whenever we need something from the stores.”

“Yes, I can see that, but I don’t know...”

“What’s there not to know?”

“Well, you know that bed upstairs makes a lot of noise when we’re bouncing around under the sheets. The raucous might scare the kids.”

“Oh, you dirty old man, always thinking about sex.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Want to go now?” she said with a florid smile adding a little innuendo to the question.

Without another word, they both stood up at the same time. Clark lifted her off her feet into his arms and carried her upstairs to the room with the squeaky bed. He kissed her before laying her down. She held onto his neck, pulling him on top of her.

Sally was an insatiable creature with constant cravings. It took little to ignite her ardor, and every climax stoked embers for more. It was a relentless yearning, an all-encompassing need that permeated her whole body and soul. In the moonlight that poured into the bedroom, turning everything into a hue of soft grey tones, Clark saw the radiance and hunger in Sally’s face.

He kissed her, wanted her deeply and truly. There was no other sensation quite like it. He too felt the fire and pressure building in his groin and drums banged in his chest. His whole body wanted to connect with her, heaving and holy, his soul crying out in glorious triumph until their bodies were touching from thigh to lips and everywhere in between.

Sally had her arms securely wrapped around Clark’s neck as his bulk crushed her beneath him. Tenderness was replaced with passion and hunger as their mouths mated wildly, pushing their needs higher. Clark’s cock was rock hard. Sally was gushing wet. Her self-awareness was shattered as Clark penetrated her channel grinding her throbbing clitoris. She hissed at him in response and forced his mouth back to hers, kissing him feverishly. With open legs, she ground urgently against him.

“Fuck me, Daddy, oh please fuck me good,” Sally screamed.

Recognizing her urgent plea, he thrust into her until his erection was buried deep inside her well. He held it there to let it soak and adjust inside her.

“Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop!” she pleaded and began to undulate.

Her request had the desired effect as he moaned her name “Sally, my sweet Sally.” Slowly, he started to thrust as soft mews of passion filled the room. He began to move faster, grinding the base of his cock against her clit. Sally was beyond coherent thought, lost in the intensity of their coupling, mixed with emotions, desire, pleasure, rhythms. It was as if she had fallen into a trance. Clark could feel her climax building.

“Now, Daddy, NOW!” she shouted.

Clark slammed into her, over and over, smashing her clit while the muscles of her vagina clamped down around his engorged staff. Sally was gasping for air as she exploded into an orgasm. It was so intense it almost made her stop breathing.

“Oh God, Sally, YES! ARGHHHHHHH” he groaned as his mind and the energy in every cell in his body converged towards the tip of his crown.

His shout was punctuated with more powerful strokes as they both crashed into paradise together, shuddering, groaning, gasping, rejoicing. Reality and control returned slowly. With his lips just brushing her ear, he whispered, “I love you.”

“Don’t leave me yet,” Sally pleaded as the long spasms of her climax slowly dissipated throughout her body and the spell of their love-making waned. “Hold me tight.”

“I could hold you like this forever,” Clark responded taking big breathes, “with me planted deep inside you.”

“You’re making me blush.”

“I can feel it,” he whispered in her ear as he held his cheek against hers.

Sally gave his cock a squeeze with her vaginal muscles and Clark’s deflated member popped out. “No, no, that wasn’t supposed to happen,” she cried.

Clark rolled off her and pulled her close into him. He gently caressed her body and kissed her forehead, eyes, nose and lips. “We can do it again tomorrow and the day after, next week, next month and next to forever.”

Sally closed her eyes, clinging to every word he said. Her breathing was back to normal and, as she drifted asleep, whispered languidly, “Promise ... forever.”

THE SUN ROSE spreading its warm rays over the multitude of gold, pink, red, and orange colored leaves, as they quietly awaited the gentle morning breeze to resume their flutter and rustle with one more applause to the season’s finale. Below, the ground was covered with a thin veil of fog allowing enough sunlight to reflect off every dewdrop which glistened like tiny jewels. The air felt cool and fresh, and it promised to be another spectacular day for Clark and Sally to put away their bountiful harvest and return to the cabin. But, for once, Clark wanted to stay in bed a few more minutes to allow his mind to languish in the sensations and emotions of the previous night.

“Come on, Daddy,” Sally tugged at his arm trying to roll him off the bed. “We still have to fill bags and put away things in the cellar. Besides, we promised Katie we’d be back by noon.”

“Waking up before 7am on Sunday should be illegal,” Clark protested with his eyes closed.

“I agree, but it’s Saturday and it feels like past 8 o’clock.”

“Oh, my God,” Clark sprung to attention sitting up at the edge of the bed, rubbing the palms of his hands across his face, blinking the sleep from his eyes. “I’m ready. Where are my pants?”

With their chores complete and bags loaded on their shoulders, Clark and Sally crunched through the fallen leaves toward the road where Sally stopped for a moment to look back at the house. She would probably only see it again in the spring.

Clark sensed her thoughts. “I know sweetie. In the spring, we’ll be back, you, Katie, the girls and the baby.”

“The chickens too?”

“And the rooster.”

They laughed merrily and began hiking toward the path and up the mountain to the cabin where Katie and the girls were anxiously awaiting them.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Fifi and Trish shouted as they saw Clark and Sally rounding the bottom corner of the clearing. They came running with their arms flapping and shrieking with delight. Clark had to brace himself as they came crashing into him, holding them and giving each a kiss on the head.

“Don’t I get a hug too?” Sally protested.

The girls released their grip on Clark’s legs and with outstretched arms called for “Mama, Mama” desperate to be held and kissed, too.

Katie was standing atop the porch. Her belly appeared bigger than when Clark had left four days prior. He dropped everything and went to her.

“You look beautiful and sexy with this big belly,” he said gently rubbing her stomach and giving it a kiss. “How are you holding up?”

“I don’t think there’s much more room in here for this baby,” Katie said taking in deep breathes and exhaling slowly. “Plus, Fifi and Trish are always misbehaving. I don’t have the energy to control them sometimes. I guess it’s because they missed you, but you need to straighten them out. Why, yesterday, Fifi pushed Trish off the bottom step of the porch and she hurt her elbows.”

“Is that so?” Clark looked at Fifi. “We’ll deal with you later, young lady.”

“She bit me, see,” Fifi said in her defense and showed him her forearm without a mark or scratch.

“OK, for now, you two stay clear of each other and I’ll deal with Trish later, too.”

The girls looked at each other, pouting their lips and holding their wriggly arms over their chests. They knew that they had disappointed Daddy and were apprehensive about what he meant by dealing with them later.

After a quick lunch, Clark started bringing the bags filled with squash, potatoes, apples, and other produce over to the root cellar. Fifi and Trish quietly followed him a few steps behind as he moved back and forth between the cabin and the cellar. They watched him with curious innocence as he stored everything in its proper place. When he finally closed the door to the root cellar to return inside the cabin, the girls each reached for Clark’s hand, holding dearly onto an index finger. From the porch, Katie smiled and her eyes twinkled. Quickly she put her hand over her lips to hide her emotion from the girls. Clark returned the look with a grin and rolled his eyes.

“This baby has been moving around, kicking and punching me ever since you got back. It’s like it senses you,” Katie said to Clark. “I need to sit and rest a while on the couch and take some weight off my feet.”

Clark helped her over to the couch. He leaned down and gave Katie’s belly a kiss. “Now you behave in there,” he said talking to the baby, “and be nice to your Mama.”