Chapter 387: Meet the Family

It is nice to be home even if we had to take a tour bus to get here.

Bart and Chrissy got their luggage to hurry over to her house. Camden said she would explain once things settled down.

April was in the door as soon as it opened, yelling, “Mommy, Daddy, Day-id has seven babies.”

She went off excitedly to tell them all about how she was a big girl and had a job, too. They heard all about how she got to say hi to the new people and bye when they were leaving. It was a big job because I couldn’t do it all by myself. She had to help because it was her island too. April got halfway through telling about seeing the babies come out of the girls when she yawned and fell asleep. Mom put a pull-up on her just in case since April wouldn’t even wake up long enough to go pee before bed.

“So, what is this April said about babies?” Mom asked as she came out of her room, tying her robe.

I joked, “Well, when a mommy and a daddy, uh, do stuff, a baby comes nine months later. My birthday hit nine months a little under two weeks ago. Camden had two boys and a girl, Mary had twin girls, Skylar had a girl, and Corwin had a boy. They insisted that I chase after April while they brought in the babies.”

Becky came in carrying Camden’s two boys because our daughter was fussy.

When mom saw Becky, she ran across the room, got the carriers from her, set them on the floor, and pulled Becky into a big hug.

“We thought you moved away after middle school,” mom said excitedly. “I kept thinking I saw you around town from a distance, but that girl had small children.”

“I have small children, they are just sound asleep on the bus it took us to get here, and I’m not about to wake them until the babies we have the babies settled. I missed coming home with David back when he ignored everyone. We have a four-year-old daughter, three-year-old triplets, and two-year-old twin girls. He never knew about any of them until I got brave enough to talk to him on the island. The triplets came from right before recess on that day in eighth grade that David has his accident,” Becky told mom. “The twins from right after he came back to us for a few days before that ass broke his hand trying to punch the locker through David.”

Dad said, “I guess it is good that your mother and I decided we are all moving to your mansion down the road. It is getting too crowded in here with your growing family. You have yet another girl with a two-week-old baby in your room. She got here about an hour ago. I know you have strong feelings about staying here, but you don’t seem to be able to keep your dick in your pants or use protection. Wake your guest, and you can load her on the bus too. There is just no more room at the inn, and we don’t have a manger.”

I guess he does have a point. Who is the girl in my room? Emily’s mom would never let her travel so soon after having a baby.

Mom followed me up to my room and stopped me out in the hall to say, “Do you have any idea why Chrissy is moving? Her mom packed everything up. She hadn’t been around long enough for us to ask her. Surely, Chrissy told you what is going on.”

“Not a clue, but it does explain something,” I told her. “Bart transferred to our high school and is moving into Chrissy’s guest room. Or that is what we all thought.”

Becky told mom that they needed to have a very long talk, in private, first thing tomorrow. There was a lot that mom needed to know. Mom could choose what she told dad.

I was surprised to find Elise in my bed, holding a newborn to her breast as she slept. My son David was asleep on the other side of her. I felt him sense me.

He sat up and said, “Sssh, Daddy. Momma and baby night-night. I need to go potty.”

April would be proud that one of her siblings isn’t fully potty trained, but he knows when he needs to use the potty.

David got one of the little kids padded toilet seats that go atop a toilet to keep them from falling through. He was still too sleepy to get his diaper off, but I managed to get him on the throne in time. When I went to get him a pull-up, David asked for a diaper. I wasn’t about to argue since the one he had on before was a bit wet.

“April needs go potty, too,” David said as he headed off out of my room.

I watched him go down the stairs, backward on his stomach. I heard him calling April’s name and saying potty. He was back in my room a few minutes later.

“April did not go pee in pull up,” he said proudly.

She came up a minute after him wearing only a pair of panties and asked, “Day-id? Why baby Day-id here?”

“I don’t know, but his mommy has a new baby, too. You can’t see right now. Tomorrow. Go put shoes on. We are going to our new bigger house. There is no room for everyone here,” I told April.

She didn’t question it as she headed down to find some shoes.

David got his sandals and headed after April, asking to help him get his shoes on.

I changed the baby, a baby girl, and then went to sit on the bed to wake Elise.

“Hey,” I said as she opened her eyes. “It seems we are changing to a bigger house. There isn’t enough room here for eight newborns and five mothers. Then we have a girl I don’t remember knowing who happens to have a four-year-old girl, three-year-old twins, and triplets out on the bus. She lives down the street, though.”

“K,” Elise said as she slid out of bed to use the bathroom.

She was only naked from the waist up, so she just pulled on a shirt she got out of my dresser. Elise took off her socks and said that she was going to go barefoot. Her feet were still too swollen to fit comfortably in shoes. I offered her flip-flops, but she told me that they made the bottoms of her feet sweat, and they would slide around under her. I got the baby girl into her carrier to take her out to the bus.

Bart and Chrissy came over, looking confused. They said all they found in the house was a note saying to see me because they moved while Chrissy was at the resort.

The bus was almost full when we headed off toward the mansion.

When we got there, I saw that that the ones on either side had all their lights. Mine did too.

When I got out of the bus, I got hugged by an older-looking version of Becky. She told me that we were going to talk while Becky talked with my mom in the morning.

I carried my boys while Camden took our daughter. Becky’s grandmother told us to go to the house to the right. Bart and Chrissy were with us. When I opened the door, I heard Bambi screaming out as she came. There was the sound of someone running around coming our way. Bambi and Molly’s older brother came running out from a side hallway and slid to a stop in front of us. Bambi had cum running down the inside of her thighs. Molly’s older brother’s boner was bouncing around, as well as shiny.

“Hi. Bye,” Bambi said, grabbing Molly’s big brother. “Six rooms. Chrissy’s mom said she would stay next door so Bart and Chrissy could go screw in as many of the ones upstairs as they could before tomorrow morning. Well, if they want.”

They didn’t want to.

Bambi found that she started on the wrong side of the mansion. The hallway she chose headed into Camden’s room, private study, den, bathrooms, and nursery. We were laughing at them when she came running right back out to chase after Bart and Molly’s brother. It was pretty damn funny.

Camden went to breastfeed before putting the babies down to sleep for a few hours before needing to feed again. Our daughter was hungry and drained her down. As brilliant as she is, she sat there as she tried to figure out what to do now with hungry babies and no milk or bottles for formula.

“With your permission, we will feed the babies,” three topless women with dripping nipples said.

I joked, “It seems that the house comes with fresh breastmilk on tap.”

The women fed, burped, fed again, and then changed the babies before putting them in their bassinets.

One said, “A woman named Molly arranged to have three wet nurses available here, and seven in the home next door. We knew who she was and trusted her decisions. It was hard to understand whether she was joking when she said we could screw the boss if we wanted. That is highly unusual.”

The women got me to leave the room so that they could attend to the babies.

Dolly, Bart, Chrissy, and Dolly’s older brother had passed out in one of the rooms on top of a king-sized bed. With them all settled, I headed back to my new home.

Wet nurses gave Corwin, Skylar, and Mary a break to let their tits refill with milk after their hungry babies kept sucking them dry.

I was changing one of Mary’s boys when a maid came in to have it done right.

I’d had enough and told her, “Look. Make sure every employee hears this clearly without ambiguity. I’m not a big dumb jock with no idea how to care for a baby. All eight of the newborns between these two houses are mine. I pulled seven of the eight out of their mother’s birth canals. Not only do I know more about babies than any of you here, but I’m also an expert on lady’s underwear and bathing suits. I won’t have long with my babies before their mothers return to their homes. Give me some time to bond with them before they leave. I don’t mind changing diapers, even for children that aren’t mine. Oh, you need to warn all the staff to watch out for April. She is smarter than you think.”

When she saw that I could not only change a diaper but swaddle my baby as well, she gave me credit for not being full of shit.

An older maid did come to tell me that I was finished playing daddy for the night, and she was taking me to my bed. I found four other women in the room that only let me take a piss by myself. Once they had me stripped and in bed, they turned out my lights and closed the door. Anytime I tried to get up, one of them told me to go back to sleep. I needed my rest, for it was going to be a long day tomorrow.

When I woke up in the morning and took a piss, I found Becky’s grandmother waiting in one of my armchairs.

“Good morning, David. We need to have a long private conversation, and your suite is the most secure in the house. No need to get dressed on my account. Forty-three isn’t that old, and I’m enjoying the view. Breakfast is waiting for us in your study,” she told me. “It is best that you call me Bess since that is how people around here know me. My given name has long since been forgotten, as was that of my daughter and granddaughter. At least until last fall. Becky had no idea what fell into her lap when her father died. She is his first child and his heir to take the reins at the time of his death. My daughter died shortly after Becky’s birth. Her father knew what they expected of him, so he sent her to me to raise while he continued with a new wife. Some knew Becky was alive, just not where to find her. I was not pleased to find out that not only had she gotten pregnant at a young age, but the guy didn’t even know she screwed him regularly. Damn, if you didn’t have a lot of crazy shit going on in your head, David. Then we have that day in the spring when you two were still in eighth grade.”

Before she could go on, April burst into my suite. She was mad as hell about something.

“April,” I explained after a stare calmed her down instantly. “Mommy and Daddy are here somewhere. If they aren’t, go ask Corwin or Skylar to help you. I am having an urgent meeting with Becky’s grandmother, and we are not to be disturbed.”

“Sorry, Becky’s Grandmother. April was rude,” she told Bess before leaving as quickly as she departed.

Bess waited to be sure that we were not going to be interrupted again and began, “As I was saying, we have your surviving multiple lightning strikes. If not for her being pregnant with your twins, she would have been catatonic. You can attempt to counter, but it is of no matter. She watched it happen and was the one that told them where to look for you. As you know now, Becky had to distance herself from having any connection to you. It was I who first hired the additional security staff to watch over you and your home. I also did a lot behind the scenes to ensure you didn’t pop onto the elite family’s radar. Becky may have said something already, but you are not the first I have met who survived multiple lightning strikes. You are the most powerful, and that scares those who look for people like you. The Christmas incident was unexpected, well-executed, and showed terrific planning abilities, but that moron failed to bother doing any research on you. There are always those you found at your resort who won’t believe what they didn’t see with their own eyes or experience. I must say that there will not be another attempt to hurt you or your family by any of the families. They saw your advanced tech weapon capabilities first-hand. It immediately squashed those who said the whole kidnapping was a hoax, including calling the three liars.”

We had to stop due to the knock and then staff entering to clean up our dishes. Bess suggested a walk to allow us to continue our conversation without being underfoot. She led me down into the basement toward the hidden section of the wall that goes into my bunker. We went to a different area and stopped in front of a crack in the foundation wall. It had been repaired and painted over but remained still noticeable. Bess told me to find the lock and open it. Only I could do it. Someone like me could see the locking mechanisms but not open them all. This door opened by sliding to the left into the ground under the house. We stepped inside, and Bess pushed a button that closed the wall back into place and turned on the lights.