Chapter 14

From my perspective, the weeks and months seemed to pass quickly from one to another. Watching with joyful amazement at each new milestone our extended family attained. There were Gabbie’s first words (“dada”), her first steps and so many other little joys that continued to make me feel proud of and for her.

Gladys and I still enjoyed the intimate company of one another, whether naked or clothed. Angel would still come to me for help with her ‘itch’ at least 4 times a week, sometimes more. She claimed the itch couldn’t be fully quelled unless I finished inside her. While it thrilled me to grant her request as often as I could, I sometimes chose to cum in her mouth, across her face and tits, or across her back and little butt cheeks. As long as I squirted in her pussy the majority of the time, she was happy. Sherry still held steadfast to her ‘no more young-uns fer me’ rule, but she happily took my girthy cock in any hole of hers I chose, as long as I kept my promise to not shoot a load in her vagina.

Over the summer, Doc and I spent more time around each other. Having had no experience in it myself, he taught me to fly fish and we spent many early mornings on the river bank, trying to lure a fish to rise. At least once a week, we’d get together and watch a game over beers.

During one of those afternoons. Doc raised an interesting subject. “Jim, I know you’ve given a bunch of money to local charities and stuff, but have you thought helping the community in a different way - using your virility?”

I was stunned, surprised and confused. “What the hell are you talking about, Doc?”

Doc went on, “Think about it – a healthy town needs to grow, or at least maintain, its population numbers, right? Aside from Gladys and Shawna, there hasn’t been a single pregnancy here, in town. This place is gonna die off unless some babies are made. And I mean a bunch more than Gladys’ uterus can handle.”

He continued, “We both know you’re apparently the only man in the whole area that has live sperm. So, the way I see it, there are 3 options: One: You start pimping your services out to all the housewives in the area, which I doubt Gladys would appreciate. Two: You start leaving sperm samples with my office regularly, which could then be frozen and used in cases where invetro fertilization is preferred. Three: We come up with a way to negate the affects of the groundwater for the local men. I’ve been working on something after hours and my own testing has shown some promise in temporarily revitalizing immobile sperm cells. I only seems to work for about 48 hours, give or take. But, to be honest, it’s pretty amazing that it works at all.”

I had a bunch of questions swirling around my head, but chose to try addressing his comments in order. “Doc, you should know that Gladys probably wouldn’t mind me try to put a baby in every woman in the county, much less this little town – she’s delightfully odd that way. But I wouldn’t be comfortable doing it, myself. Don’t get me wrong, Doc – I love fucking! But becoming some kind of breeding machine doesn’t appeal to me, for lots of reasons. And the least of them is this: I don’t want to commit to having sex with anyone unless I first find them attractive. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Doc, but not all people are as good lookin’ as me and you.”

He roared with laughter. “You’re right about that. There are some real uggos in every town, no matter where you go.”

Continuing, I said, “Second, I’m not crazy about the idea of being the only sperm donor for the whole county. At some point, wouldn’t that bring genetic problems into play? Think about every generation going forward from now being perpetuated by incestuous descendants of mine. Seems like a long-term recipe for disaster.”

Doc nodded. “That is a possibility...”

“Lastly, I like the notion of giving local men a medical method to recapture their own ability, even if it’s only temporary. That seems like an all-around winner to me. Based on your tests, what would need to happen?”

Over the next hour or so, Doc explained the process to me and answered my questions as patiently as he could. Without giving too much away (and because I don’t understand the science of it well enough to do so), I’ll just say that he came up with a shot that could be administered to a hopeful gentleman. For the following 42-48 hours, he would have ‘live swimmers’. Though not as plentiful as they might have been before his body had been contaminated by the local groundwater, he would still temporarily have more than enough to have a legitimate chance of fathering a child.

Doc and I briefly discussed the most obvious option – updating the water treatment plant to address the issue, possibly restoring it to its original, pre-contamination, state. But, while we both agreed that approach would be the most effective, long-term, we both selfishly decided that we would table that approach until much later. He admitted that he took great joy in watching the local girls’ breast balloon up during after their first period. He was still the family doctor for damn-near everyone in the county, so he saw almost all of the girls before and after their expansion. While admitting he took great pleasure in examining these girls, he swore that he never attempted anything unprofessional and had no plans to do so, for fear of losing his medical license – or getting shot by an outraged parent. Knowing him as I did, I believed him.

While Doc had his reasons, mine were slightly more nefarious. I wanted my offspring (Gabbie, and the little girl growing in Shawna’s belly) to enjoy the same awe-inspiring breast growth and ‘itchin’ pussy’ as their mothers. Though I felt guilty about it, I secretly hoped I would be in a position to reap those rewards again myself, when the time came.

Over the next few months, Doc continued his testing, using sperm samples from the university. Once he was satisfied with the results, he began testing with samples from a few local men, Danny among them. And the results were a resounding success! While Shawna couldn’t get any more pregnant than she already was (in her third trimester), that didn’t stop her mother from making an announcement that shocked me!

Before marrying Shawna, Danny had admitted to her that he and his mother had comforted each other almost 5 years, after the disappearance of Danny’s father. What he did not mention was that the relationship was still active. Loretta had no issue with Danny getting married, as long as he still pleasured her regularly. Apparently, Shawna knew about this arrangement the whole time! After returning from their honeymoon, the newlyweds had allowed Loretta to join them in their bed. Even after Danny and Shawna moved to their own place, Loretta still stayed overnight at least twice a week.

It appeared Doc’s experimental treatment had worked for Danny and his mother. Loretta had asked everyone to gather in the family room of Sherry’s house for her announcement. After she finished speaking, there was a moment of stunned silence - you could’ve heard a pin hit a pillow. Then, the ladies all erupted with gleeful shrieks while tearful hugs were shared all around. I’d been sitting in one of the recliners, Gabbie bouncing on my knee. While the ladies were joyfully sharing their mini-celebration, my jaw was in my lap and I stopped bouncing my knee. Gabbie soon got my attention, “Dada! Dada! Horsey!”, urging me to continue bouncing her gently on my leg.

Gladys noticed my confusion and scooped Gabbie up into her arms so she could join the ladies’ celebration, dancing around goofily and laughing together.

“Danny”, I got his attention. “Have you already talked with Doc about this?”

“Yes sir. He did the test on Momma and gave her the news.”

“Congratulations, young man. Are you sure you’re ready to raise two kids – with two different women?” I asked.

“I know I am, Jim. Hell, I hope me an’ Shawna make another dozen of ‘em!”

I smiled a bit, understanding exactly how he felt. “You might not want to mention that to Shawna right now, son. Wait ‘til a few months after she’s had this one. Otherwise, she might just hit you with a cast iron skillet.”

Danny laughed, “Yep. I bet yer right.”

Soon, Loretta and Shawna pulled Danny aside and let him know they’d like to head back to their cabin. Apparently, all the baby talk had sparked the itch for Shawna and her mother-in-law. Hugs and handshakes were shared before they departed.

Seemingly unprompted, Angel muttered “Dang it!”

“What wrong, sugar butt?” I asked.

She was pouting, just a bit. “Well ... I was kinda hopin’ ‘at Shawna would take Gabbie with ‘er fer a while so’s me an’ yew an’ Gladys an’ Momma could have some playtime t’day.”

“You know we can still do that, honey. As long as someone’s with Gabbie, the rest of us can do that anytime”, I responded.

“Yeah, but I meant all of us t’gether ... ya know? We ain’t done nothin’ like ‘at since Gabbie was born.”

Angel was right, of course. “We could just wait until tonight, after she falls asleep. Then, we could get everyone else into the family room and have fun. We can’t be too loud though”, I replied.

Her gorgeous face began to brighten. “Yes! I cain’t wait! I’m jus’ ‘bout drippin’ already – I might be a real mess by then.”

“You know”, I reminded her, “you and I could always slip away for a little bit, just us two...”

“Yes sir, I know. But I kinda wanna wait. I’ve had a picture in m’ head fer a while an’ I wanna do it ... oh ... so much.”

“Care to enlighten me?”

Angel chose to share her idea. “I had a naughty dream where Momma and Aint Gladys was lickin’ on each other while yew an’ me was doin’ one o’ them sixty-nines.”

“Sounds good to me, sweetie, and...”

She cut me off, “But ‘fore yew shot yer cum, Aint Gladys squirted a bunch o’ her milk in Momma’s butt an’ yew jammed yer dick inside it.”

“Wow! That was some dream!”

Unfinished, she continued. “And ‘en, yew shot a big load in Momma’s butt an’ Aint Gladys used ‘er tongue t’ clean Momma! Then, we all rubbed our titties on ya ‘til yew got hard again an’ fucked me an’ shot a hee-uge load inside my baby cave.”

Her words had an unsurprising effect on my cock. As the bulge in my cargo shorts became more evident and strained against its confines, Angel was breathing quickly, the tiniest hint of blush on her cheeks and upper chest. I guessed the seat cushion under her would need cleaning.

I felt like I was close to pushing her down and using her body to please myself right then. As I shifted my weight to rise from the chair, I heard her say “If we hafta wait ‘til Gabbie goes t’ sleep, I guess I can do ‘at. But fer now, I gotta cool off. Reckon I’ll take a dip in the crick an’ ‘en go read a book.” She then stood and went out the back door toward the stream.

After our family dinner and Gabbie’s feeding (from a bottle), Angel gathered in the family room so she could direct us in a re-enactment of her dream. Everyone enjoyed themselves thoroughly and little Gabbie slept through the entire thing. No one heard even a peep from her crib in the next room.

Gladys and I married later that summer. She insisted on a church wedding and I relented. Gladys had wanted to invite damn-near the whole town, but I was able to keep the ceremony small by compromising; I would pay for a town fair and we’d open it to the whole town. Free barbecue, rides, cotton candy, the whole enchilada. This idea pleased her greatly, so that’s what happened. Through my lawyer, I learned of a private island resort that could be rented by wealthy people such as myself. For our honeymoon, Gladys and I spent a week there. After arriving on the island, we shed our clothes and didn’t re-dress until it was time to leave. Apparently, people rich enough to rent the resort for themselves would commonly go nude, so the staff were used to naked people frolicking there. While it’s possible they’d never seen a thick cock like mine swinging with each step, or tits like Gladys’ huge wobbling cans, they never gave any indication of surprise or unprofessionalism, not even a single raised eyebrow.

Upon returning from our honeymoon, Angel wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Once she’d relaxed her grip just a bit, she kept raining little kisses all over my face. “Thank yew. Thank yew. Thank yew...!”

“I’m happy to see you too, sweetie. But why are you thanking me?” I wanted to know.

“I’m gonna have a baby!” Angel’s smile beamed up at me, blushing with excitement. “I started throwin’ up an’ Momma took me t’ see Doc. He said it’s oh-ficial. Yew put a baby inside me, Mr. Jim! I’m s’ happy, I could bust!”

Sherry joined us for congratulatory hugs, kisses, and later, welcome home hugs and kisses. “Jim, yew really got yer work cut out fer ya’ now!”

“Yeah, another baby on the way. Might have to start thinking about remodeling parts of the house before too long”, I joked.

“True. But I’m talkin’ ‘bout ‘fore then.” I looked perplexed and Sherry wisely continued. “If yew thank Angel is horny now, yew jus’ wait ‘til th’ rest o’ them pregnant lady hormones kick in! Whew!” Sherry slapped me on the back with a laugh. “Angel jus’ might fuck yew t’ death!”

It seemed like only a few days later, but a few months had passed when Shawna brought her baby into the world, as beautiful as her mother and just as healthy as little Gabbie. The new parents decided on the name Sarah.

Danny loved her and doted on her as much as I did with Gabbie.

Following the birth of Loretta and Danny’s child, Kayla, Loretta made it very clear to Danny that he was only allowed to “git nekkid an’ love on” Shawna or herself. If she ever so much as heard a rumor that he’d tried to bed Sarah or Kayla, she would cut his balls off while everybody watched. He believed her.

Many years later, Danny and Shawna told Sarah that I was her biological father. The news shocked her a bit at first. She was fourteen at that point, and to her, I’d always been “Unca Jee-um”. After some time, her shock faded and she went back to treating me the same as she always had.

Just under nine months after learning of her pregnancy, my little Angel gave birth to a joyful girl. We chose to name her Olivia (sometimes shortened to “Liv”), after my mother. Angel seemed destined to be a caring and kind mother. She doted on the child, without smothering her with over-protection.

Almost a month after Liv’s birth, Angel asked me why I hadn’t proposed to her, like I had Gladys.

“I have thought about it, sweetie. A lot. I’m just not sure how to get around the legal issues of trying to marry more than one woman at the same time. I’ve heard of places where it’s legal, but it’s not here.”

Angel replied. “Well, I talked t’ th’ preacher an’ he said he’d marry us. He didn’ even flinch. Jus’ said as long as we love each other an’ we’re gonna make babies, then tha’s alright wi’ God. He carried on tryin’ t’ quote part o’ th’ Bible t’ me, but I stopped listenin’.”

Nodding, I smiled slightly. “That’s true. The preacher believes everything in the Bible is the literal word of God and there are stories in there where men have multiple wives. In some cultures, it was acceptable back then because they needed to make more children. The whole “be fruitful and multiply” thing, I guess. Hmm. Let me talk to the preacher tomorrow, honey. I want to get his opinion firsthand. ‘Course, we’ll have to work this out with Gladys first.”

“I done talked wi’ Aint Gladys ‘bout it”, Angel answered. “She said she loves me an’ yew th’ same no matter if yew marry a hunnerd women.”

This should have surprised me, but it didn’t. I’d known Gladys long enough that I came to expect her attitude about sharing me. She (correctly) believed the love we shared was enough to overcome even polygamy. I smiled to Angel, “Alright then ... let me talk with that preacher tomorrow morning and I’ll let you know what I think after that.”

I spoke with Gladys that evening. Without mentioning the conversation Angel and I had earlier, I broached the subject and she gave no negative reaction at all. “Jim, sugar bear, if it makes yew an’ Angel happy t’ git married, then ya’ll should go on an’ do it. It ain’t gonna change what me and yew got t’gether. Long as I’m still married t’ yew, I don’ care if ya git hitched t’ another woman. ‘Specially Angel! She’s a good girl an’ a good momma t’ Liv an’ I know how much yew like ‘er little body an’ big titties.”

“‘Sides”, Gladys continued, “I already tol’ yew I don’ wanna carry no more young-uns. I’m thankin’ ‘bout gittin’ one o’ them tubular thangs. Ya’ know, where Doc ties ‘em in a knot? Well, Angel wants t’ keep havin’ babies ‘til yew cain’t put any more in ‘er! So why shouldn’t ya’ll be married, same as yew an’ me are?”

With that, she hugged me, kissed me and then went to find Angel to congratulate her.

Angel and I married in a small ceremony and took a week-long honeymoon to the same island Gladys and I had visited. My relationship with Angel had begun as of a fatherly type, later becoming physical and eventually, matrimonial. Everlasting.

Over the years, Gabbie and Liv grew as sisters, which, as the product of my loins, they were. I was “Daddy” to them both and treated them both with the same support and love. Everyone in our house and, indeed, the town saw them as sisters. They both learned how to act like polite young ladies from Shawna -sitting up straight, saying ‘yes ma’am’, ‘yes sir’, dressing properly when outside the house ... etc. And they both learned how to act like tomboys from Angel - how to climb trees, catch crickets, June bugs and eventually, rabbits. Both Gabbie and Liv experienced a childhood I never had. While I was a latch-key kid to a single working mom, these girls had a houseful of us to help guide them, loving them unconditionally at each step.

As Liv and Gabbie approached their 10th birthdays, I remodeled the downstairs once again, converting the two bedrooms into one large master suite. Gladys, Angel and I lived in that space. The bathroom remained as it had been. Upstairs, I converted one of the small bedrooms into another bath. Sherry took one of the remaining rooms, while Gabbie and Liv chose to share another. That left one bedroom unused, which would come in handy, though I didn’t know it at the time.

At different times as Gabbie and Liv grew, each of the adults in the household would raise the issue of their eventual puberty and subsequent growth, wondering how I would handle it. One day, Gladys had apparently heard enough talk on the subject and said, “Jim, if the girls wanna love on ya’, I say let ‘em. Once ‘em hormones start t’ workin’ on ‘em, they’ll probl’y be jus’ as worked as Shawna an’ Angel was. Now, I know yer frettin’ over it, wantin’ t’ be a good daddy t’ them girls. But I’m tellin’ yew they’d be worse off if their cherries got popped by some dumb boy from school. Ain’t nobody I’d trust wi’ Gabbie more’n yew, ‘cause I know how much yew love ‘er, even more’n yew loved Shawna an’ Angel when ya’ll firs’ startin’ fuckin’.”

“I ... suppose you’re right...?” I answered, unconvinced.

“I ain’t sayin’ yew oughta try t’ git yer dick in ‘em soon as they git their monthlies. I’m sayin’ we treat ‘em the same as Shawna an’ Angel was treated. They can watch us growed-up folks while we love on each other. After their period, they can touch, but no fuckin’. After a while, when me an’ Angel thank they’re ready, we’ll give ‘em permission t’ go all th’ way. If they wanna do it wi’ yew, that’s fine. If they wanna go find some fella from school ... well, we’ll deal wi’ that. See? Same as when Shawna an’ Angel come up ... no diff’r’nt.”

“But they are MY daughters, honey. That makes it different for me. And what if one of them gets pregnant?”

“Yeah, I know, sugar. But I know how girls thank – an’ yew don’t. They thank yew hung th’ moon. Them girls’d be thrilled t’ have yer baby inside ‘em. So git off yer worryin’ chair an’ trus’ me. When them girls start gittin’ worked up, I’m tellin’ yew t’ jus’ go along wi’ what they want. Make ‘em happy. ‘Member ... yer their Daddy, it’s yer job t’ keep ‘em happy an’ safe.”

Later, I voiced my concerns to Angel, who simply echoed what Gladys had said. Both my wives were telling me to fuck our daughters when the time came. And until then, to be prepared to trade touches, squeezes and licks with the soon-to-be pubescent girls.

I thought, “Well, I’ll have to wrestle with this on my own. At least there’s still time to come to grips with it.”

The next few years flew by too quickly and I was soon faced with the exact scenario I’d feared.

Separated by less than a year in age, Gabbie and Liv reached their celebrated moment of womanhood during the same week. After which, their breast growth was not only evident, it was jarring.

Still wrestling with my own guilt over the possibility of actual-bona-fide incest, I chose not to measure the girls at that point, fearing I might give in to my temptations too early. But it was clear their breasts were expanding dramatically every few days, while the rest of their bodies remained trim, slender and lean. So much like Angel, it was uncanny. The girls had been raised with Gladys, Sherry and Angel’s clothing-optional household rules so their rapid bustline expansion was all the more evident. And it was more difficult for me to keep my erections in check, much to my dismay.

While their bodies changed, they grew more aware of their older housemates and their respective shapes. Returning from watching a football game at Doc’s house one evening, I found the women were gathered in the family room. The girls were asking questions, nervously but without shame. Each question was handled with patience and honesty.

“Momma”, Liv asked, “how come yew ain’t got no pew-bic hairs?”

Angel looked to Gladys briefly, then replied. “‘Cause yer Daddy likes it that-a-way. Sometimes when a man an’ a woman are lovin’ on each other, he might put his mouth on ‘er ‘mommy parts’ an’ it aint’ as much fun if he git hair stuck in ‘is teeth.”

The girls both giggled at this, but then noticed Gladys was also clean-shaven. Gabbie wanted to know, “Momma, ‘zat why yew ain’t got no pewbs neither?”