| "Uhhhh... are either of you women ovulating?" I had asked.
My answer was two pairs of very big eyes and a muttered "Oh, God..." from both as they nodded.
I sighed. This was way too much. "Uh, while it's not very likely that either of you will conceive, it's not impossible so, what do we do?"
Jo was quick- "Actually, this could work for me. It'll get my folks completely off my back."
I let the air out of her by saying, "If that's the best reason you can think of to have a baby, then maybe you need to get a morning after pill to make sure. Right Sam?"
I turned to her to find her staring at her own abdomen. Her right hand was touching between her mound of Venus and navel, stroking the area there.
"Sam? Are you all right?"
She shivered and turned to me, "What?"
I repeated what I'd just told Jo.
Sam looked at her belly again before murmuring, "If I've got one, I'm keeping it," before turning to look at Jo and asked her "So what other reason could you have for having a baby?"
Jo shrugged.
Sam made it a one-two punch with "Jack, why would you like her, or, heck, even me, to have your baby?"
Why couldn't she resist putting me on the spot like that? "A baby would be a piece of me with Jo, or you, together. I'm a little shook up right now, my relationship with Joanne is still in a state of flux. A baby would be nice because, uh, I don't know, there's the idea of me being good enough or valuable enough to reproduce with such exceptional women. I already know that Joanne is bright enough- and beautiful as well- for her children to be wonderful, for instance."
Jo was staring at me, "Really?"
I nodded. Jo went "Wow. You really think I've got something worth ... ?"
I nodded again, "Yes, most assuredly. While one side of me is shaking in fear, the other is insufferably pleased. Sam, please don't take this wrong, but the pleased side is hoping that I got both of you."
Sam had been staring at her own belly again. She nodded.
"Sam, what's wrong? It's too soon to worry, but, if you are worried, there is the morning after pill you can take, am I right?"
Sam shook and said, "No, I'm praying that I am conceiving. I've wanted a baby but I've not wanted to go through the artificial insemination..." I squeezed her and kissed her. "And, Jack, you're bright enough and of good character, I hope..."
This actually felt good, why didn't I feel good about Jo's reaction to this possibility?
Sam looked at Jo, "You know, maybe I should get you the pill and we'll get you an annulment and I'll marry him. I can't believe how I feel right now. Jack, please take me to bed and make sure I'll carry your baby?"
Talk about something out of the blue. Was she in her right mind?
"Are you sure, Sam?"
"Oh, God, I'm insane- I feel so fucking horny, I want you between my legs, filling me up, I'm going crazy... What's wrong with me? I want it!"
Hearing her say that had my little head popping up so fast it got whiplash. I started kissing Sam again and we were soon sharing deep kisses; We got up, went to my room, she laid me out on the bed and straddled my hips and slid down onto me.
Sam moaned. "This is so crazy for me ... I've heard about the sex drive right around ovulation being stronger but... Oh, God, this is too much." She was slamming her hips down onto me and I was stroking back into her, "I ... can't ... believe ... this ... I ... want ... a ... BABY!" and she reached a powerful climax which pulled me over. I could tell my penis was against the hard knot of her cervix and I thought I could feel it spasming as I sprayed it with my semen. If anything, her spasming got harder, which hit me when I was oversensitive which...
So it took a while for us to calm down from what felt like a frenzy. Sam lay bonelessly on top of me, gasping (as I did) while we calmed down. As soon as I got muscle tone back in my arms I was rubbing her back, scratching her shoulders and kissing her.
When our intimate connection came apart, she rolled off to my right side and placed her right leg over mine, bringing her wet pussy against my hip, her head on my shoulder with hair fanned out over my arm, which cradled her to me.
"You know, Jack, even though I'm a lesbian, well, I could get to like this. Well, occasionally. I'm sorry..."
Before I could answer her, I heard her start to snore gently on my shoulder. She'd fallen asleep.
All this activity today, the emotional ups and downs, left me emotionally exhausted and the sex left me physically fried; I ceased the mental effort to stay awake and fell asleep with this woman.
I woke up completely disoriented; There was a weight on my right shoulder and, looking around, recognized Sam, still asleep on my shoulder. It'd gotten darker as evening had come but I saw motion and realized that Joanne had come into my bedroom, which had awakened me. She climbed onto the bed (I had a double rather than a twin; my wishful thinking finally paid off) and curled up to my left side and stretched to kiss me, which I returned. She sighed.
"Jack," she whispered, trying to avoid awakening Sam, "I'm sorry, I didn't ... think ... before. Yes, I would be happy to have a baby. Better you than another man who has no love for me. You've taken such good care of me, even when I didn't treat you right, and I didn't realize how good you've been to me and for me. So, yes, I realized I want your baby..."
Before I could respond, Sam's sleepy voice popped in with, "Took you long enough, girl. He does love you. He even loves me, which is a stretch. It's a good thing he's so cuddly..." which faded into a gentle snore.
I had to tell Jo before she, too, faded out, "Jo, not a baby or my baby, it'd be our baby..."
Jo's reply as she faded was a gentle "mmmmmmmmmmmm".
I was very happy with two women snoring on me so it took little time for me to fade back out.
My bladder woke me up in the morning; I found myself spooned between both women, facing Sam's back, so I carefully worked my way out of bed. Once emptied, I found Sam awake and gesturing for me to spoon Jo again, which I did, but got a surprise when she pulled up Jo's leg which allowed me to position my member at her entrance and, finding it quite wet and slick, my tip slid in. Sam pushed on my bottom which got me more than half-way into my wife. Jo moaned.
Once Jo was awake (and both women had relieved themselves) we ended up exploring several sexual positions for Jo and I, learning Jo's "squicks". Joanne could not cope with missionary position with me on top at all; She could handle "doggy" better (though was still not fully comfortable, which detracted from her pleasure, unless she had a pussy under her mouth to distract her) and the spoon and "T" positions were better yet for her. She most enjoyed the various female superior positions as we'd seen the day before. We were in one when I ejaculated, again onto an apparently spasming cervix.
Sam had been there stroking Joanne and guiding us into the various positions; This was very helpful to us and it was nice to see how often Jo was climaxing (even though I fired pretty quickly, she still came three times, the last time just before and during my ejaculation).
We finally washed up (with fewer shenanigans than the day before, but still quite enjoyable, I was getting to like this), dressed, and went out for bagels and the like (hot bagels are an important factor in quality of life). Home again we sat down to enjoy our breakfast, chatting over this whole issue. We kept the Sunday paper aside for later.
Sam re-opened the subject of the previous day, with, "Look, Jack, now that the 'fucking frenzy' is over, I don't have the same urge to fuck your brains out. I don't see you quite as repulsive as I normally would, granted, but, I'm sorry, you're not my first choice of sexual partner. OK? I don't want you to feel hurt..."
I admitted that it was a little bit of a letdown but that I understood her sexual preferences.
"I will admit that if I'm not pregnant this month that I may be back. The timing might be a little strange. I don't know what hit me so hard yesterday, but the thought that I could've gotten pregnant just did something to me that I'm trying to get a grip on to understand. Here I am, I'm supposed to be able to help others and it's me that's all confused. It's like I completely lost my mind."
"Sam, I care about you and I love you but ... thinking you may be pregnant by me was such a turn-on for me. With you SAYING that you wanted to be was, well, an irresistible urge to impregnate you. I'm sorry, but I've got enough ego to want BOTH of you pregnant by me. I know that sounds stupid..."
Jo reached for my hand, "It took me so long to think about having a baby by you, and how good I felt when you said that you'd like a baby by me that I realized why you were so hurt and what I'd done wrong." I could see a tear running down from her eye as she continued, "Yes, you'd be a good man to have a baby with. Yes, I didn't consider having children, thinking I really shouldn't want to have a child, but I ... I don't understand ... why. Why do I want one? Is it because Sam here might? Am I competing with her? Or is it as you said last night, that you think I'd make good babies? If I'm pregnant, we'll have a baby, we'll keep OUR child. I want you to stay as my husband, too. I didn't think I could ever have sex with a man and like it at all, but, I'm sorry, I still want women, too."
As we squeezed each other's hand as a form of reassurance, I realized that the complications in my life were not really decreasing.
Sam claimed our attention again, clearing her throat, with, "You know, this is a nice apartment. Bigger, nicer than my own. A pretty nice neighborhood, too. My residency doesn't pay all that well and, well, you're nicely located here for me. Jo, if you'll settle down with me as a partner I won't have a problem sharing you and Jack here won't need to feel completely left out."
Well, even if her income stank, that'd be an improvement.
By the end of the month Sam would take over my bed. (She was paying month-to-month so this wasn't breaking her lease; It was a furnished apartment so we weren't accumulating any furniture.) I'd move to sleeping with Jo and we learned more about her phobias and how to avoid them.
Cleaning out my room was a revelation; I'd forgotten a few of the porn mags I'd hidden away, concerned over Jo's mirth on seeing them a few times. Jo admitted she snuck in to see them occasionally when I was out since she liked the various pictures of women, so she finally told me the laughter was to keep me from realizing that. Now she was more concerned because she wasn't that good looking.
Uh huh, yeah, right. Jo was a fox. So (despite her slightly less feminine body shape) was Sam. Even (or even especially) to me.
Against ALL of the odds, both women missed their periods.
Within a week of the missed start to both women's periods (their menstrual cycles were coincidentally within a day of each other's) Sam moved in full time. We helped her load up her clothing, books, papers and computer. Given her continued work in research and writing we used the first month's money she saved on rent on parts so I could upgrade her PC.
There was no doubt that Sam was a lesbian since she and Jo would fuck like bunnies on the nights when Sam wasn't trapped at the hospital and having to nap in the on-call room. When Sam was able to sleep in the apartment she'd sleep like a dead thing recovering from her long shifts before needing Jo's attention. Even so, Jo would still come back to sleep with me in our bed (she'd had a king sized bed) until I reminded Jo of how lonely Sam would get, even when Jo didn't fuck with me.
For a week Jo alternated beds before I started to wake up with both women.
The first time finding Sam's bright eyes on me early one morning as I awakened certainly confused me before I realized that Jo was up to my back. I must've looked confused to see her.
"Shhhh, Jack, no problem. Jo invited me to sleep here. She doesn't want either of us to have to sleep alone. Are you okay with that?"
I kissed her nose and nodded, then whispered, "No problem. I love you too, you know."
She smiled, with her whole face, rivaling the dawn. "I know."
She rolled over to have me cuddle her and she sighed. Despite the situation I had quite an erection and I started to rub her belly, even though it was very early. "So, Sam, when is your residency up?"
It seemed she was happy with my attention and went "mmmmmm" before answering "just three more months, then I can start hunting for a practice somewhere..."
Suddenly, out of the blue, she shifted and my dick was at her entrance. "Jack, look, I think my pregnancy makes me a bit itchy. Could you please..."
I eased myself into her; She was wet and slippery and very responsive, grunting when I got as full a penetration as was possible in this position.
We worked at each other gently before I felt her tight sleeve start milking me, asking for a donation. My prostate was quite happy to provide it.
As we came down I was cuddling her still and scratching her back between her shoulder blades. It was almost like she was purring.
Another shifting and I got a kiss on my shoulder from Jo who then whispered in my ear "Good, I guess she does get itchy like I do, deep inside..."
Well, it turned out that Sam's itchiness from pregnancy got her hot enough to have sex with me at least once a week. I once had to go off for two weeks and Sam was the first to jump me; She was quite aggressive. Jo was also quite hot but it seemed slightly less intense (if you can call being thrown onto a bed and fucked senseless by two women in a row, with them both making sure that I got it back up for my second ride).
I realized that neglecting my women was, well, dangerous.
We all slept the sleep of the exhausted on that night.
A week later I got a call from Sam from the hospital; She wanted me to meet her at the on-call room.
I got into the building and found the on-call room adjacent to the locked unit as she'd directed but it was empty. Before I could step back out, Sam entered the room and said, "Oh, good, you're here. Out of those clothes Jack, I need it. Now."
She was out of her scrubs in record time (does anyone keep such records?) and I was soon on top of her, fucking her brains out.
We finished and found ourselves with an audience, an older nurse, standing there, gaping at us. Her scrubs were wet at the crotch.
We shifted and ended up spooning on the small bed, facing the nurse, Sam in front of me. Before I pulled up the sheet I rubbed the small bulge in Sam's belly, then, once we were covered, I cuddled Sam. If Sam wasn't upset in front of our witness, I wasn't. (It's amazing how relaxed I'd gotten in front of women when I was around Jo or Sam.)
"Hi Nancy, what's the problem?"
The woman shuffled her feet a little bit and I realized she was rubbing her thighs together as she stood there.
"I was going to take a break, uh, I'm, uh, sorry I picked, uh, a bad, ummmm, time..."
As she spoke her right hand ended up in her scrubs and we watched her stroke herself; It wasn't long before I was treated to the sight of a woman masturbating in front of me for the first time.
Before completing, she shed her bottoms and sat in a chair and continued the process of self-pleasuring; I could see a lot more detail because she had a hairless pussy. I pulled off the covering sheet and started stroking our baby, still in the womb, as this woman stroked herself. I got hard so Sam placed me back inside her and we were stroking together, albeit slowly.
Nancy had a gasping, shuddering climax; Apparently this was a stimulating sight for Sam since she followed her example shortly afterward. I stopped my stroking though remained inserted.
Nancy cooled off enough to talk again; "Doctor Peters, uh, are you ..."
Sam nodded, "Yes, I am. Being pregnant has gotten me pretty hot now and then. And, considering what we've done in front of each other, I think you can call me Sam. Right, Jack?"
I nodded.
Nancy continued, "What's it like?"
I made sure to squeeze my lover and kiss her shoulder; She got goose-bumps and shivered. Sam replied "Wonderful."
"Doctor, uh, Sam, I, uh, heard that you were, uh, uh, a lesbian?"
Sam nodded at this.
"So, uh, how?"
Sam sighed. "This is hard to explain. Can we do this while cleaning up?"
Nancy nodded, picked up her bottoms and realizing she'd saturated them with her juice, so she found another set of bottoms and headed out. Sam and I soon followed, entering a small shower room. It being night we could get away with this more easily as we secured the door and got into the shower together, soon to be naked and wet.
I spent a fair amount of time washing Sam as she spoke to Nancy before Sam told me "Jack, wash her down the way you were shown, please. If possible, the whole works, OK?"
Nancy didn't back away from me as I came over to her; She was a small woman, probably early 30s, long black hair and an oriental appearance. I kissed her gently first before I went to work on her back with the soap and gave her tiny flat breasts (and big nipples) a lot of attention, then to her navel and finally her vulva.
While washing her genitalia with my tongue, my hands worked down her legs and I discovered how pleasant a defoliated pussy can be for my tongue to glide over; It must have been freshly shaved because there was no sign of stubble as I worked my tongue between her nether lips and sought out her clitoris.
I was not frustrated in my search; Soon this tiny woman was backed up against a wall, holding herself up the the grab- rail, as I brought her to a climax. As soon as she cooled off a bit I washed up her front, my dick pointing at her navel, then leaned down and kissed her. She kissed back pretty hard and her arms wrapped themselves around me.
Once released, I performed the same services for Sam who, with all she'd witnessed, came on my tongue like there was no tomorrow. As she calmed down I was kissing the bulge where my child slumbered. I finished the cycle and we were kissing together again, in the warm spray.
I relaxed on the bench finally and, before I could wash myself, I found my lap full of Nancy; I asked both women what was going on.
They looked at each other and Nancy nodded to Sam before facing me again.
"Jack, Nancy's been alone and she's a het like you, so I do hope you don't mind that we set this up so she could meet you. What do you think of her?"
I held my arms open to her; She curled into my embrace and we sat on the bench, her on my lap, and we kissed; I liked her looks, I liked how she fit me (as well as either Joanne and Sam) so I spent time cuddling her in the spray. I could sit there for a long time just holding her.
It was, I think, a good thing that my erection didn't come up right away, it would have spoiled the moment. I liked how she fit me; We kissed and cuddled and Sam started to talk to us both and, again, I knew the dislocation of her trance-induction in me, but suddenly awakening with my dick completely ensconced in the woman on my lap, who was also awakening with me. We kissed again and worked our way to a shared climax, with Sam guiding us.
We came down from our moments together, closely entwined, and found Sam holding out towels with the water turned off.
"Jack, Nancy's shift was up before you came in. I've called Jo so she knows what we wanted to do. Take Nancy home with you. I'm glad you guys have hit it off so well."
Nancy looked at me with shining eyes, and I was lost in her eyes myself, as we seemed to fall into each other.
We snapped out of it suddenly, looking away from each other.
"Jack, Nancy, I think I got you both too close together now, so don't look in each other's eyes until you're both in bed together and making love together. Now, get dressed, close your eyes, kiss, and go home."
Well, we followed her directions to the letter, getting home and quickly climbed into the bed I shared with Jo and went at it like crazed weasels, falling into each others eyes as we climaxed, Nancy's legs wrapped tightly around me. We finally relaxed and curled up in a spoon position with my arms wrapped around this tiny woman and we slept.
There is no doubt in my mind that Sam had worked on making sure Nancy and I would focus on each other, conditioning us towards being inseparable. I didn't realize the synergies that Sam was going for, and, it wasn't until later that more of her conditioning was exposed.
I think you can guess what she'd done, what neither of us even thought about as we fucked like crazed weasels on a daily basis.
Yes, you guessed it. In less than a month I had a third child on the way. It's funny but I was almost ecstatic at the expectation. This might have been influenced by Sam's work on my attitude but there was a primitive part of me dancing in glee. We'd also learned that Sam had a boy in her bulge while Jo was baking a girl.
The ability for Sam to manipulate me was surprising. Her very touch-ups to my personality, along with all of my "mates", was something I could really have been upset with. I wasn't upset because the rewards of cooperation were able to be experienced immediately. Her conditioning of me, Jo and Nancy (and to a lesser extent, herself) strengthened our positive traits and ensured, because of our emotional bonds to each other (yes, Nancy ended up developing some level of bisexuality, though it was well-balanced) stability within this "strange" family.
And, it's strange, but Nancy's hairless pussy was wonderful to go down on and within weeks saw all but hairless pubes on Sam and Jo, who only left a little tuft on their mons, but saw no sign of shaving. I appreciated the thought given that I would occasionally go down on even Sam and Jo but I was quite startled to learn that they'd had electrolysis done to remove the hair permanently.
I was surprisingly happy with three women, never a night where I could feel alone. As Sam's pregnancy progressed into the third trimester her sex drive, at least for my male attention- fell off. Jo's also dropped off. Nancy, though, made Sam's sexual aggression look like nothing; she spent some time seeming insatiable as she climaxed in my arms.
If it hadn't been for the conditioning Sam had instilled in me, ensuring my emotional connection to these women, I would not have survived, much less thrived on their attention.
Jo's parents knew more of what was going on, finding Jo's husband (me) living with three women. I think her father was almost envious of me until he realized that I was now surrounded by pregnant women, soon to be surrounded by babies.
Sam had managed to continue working through the hospital's ER as she looked for a practice to join. It seemed that she was appreciated at the hospital and was dealing with ER calls on a fairly frequent basis. Her work was certainly not suffering but I ended up recognizing the problem she was having in finding a practice: her pregnancy was going to impact her availability, especially as a "single parent".
We were fortunate that Nancy's ex-husband threw in the towel on the settlement and she got the house just a week before Jo and Sam's due dates. I and Nancy ended up doing a large amount of work on the house to prepare it for occupancy (her ex-husband had left quite a mess). We got it together with 12 Guys and a Truck to move our furniture once the house was ready.
The babies were born two days apart; Samuel was first, an almost eight pound child, followed soon by his half-sister Evelyn at just over six pounds. Samuel was adopted on the spot so both had my name and would legally be brother and sister.
The pictures of me holding both of my children must have looked odd, with all three of "my women" around me. To say that I was insufferably pleased understated my enthusiasm.
We hadn't gotten cribs so quickly; Our babies slept with us (and slept remarkably well). I'd had each child sleep on top of me at one time or another. It's amazing how quickly an infant will settle down like this; apparently their hearing was good enough to hear my heart beating to remind them of the womb. It was more amazing how much this helped me to sleep as well. Each of us had opportunity to sleep like this so it was fairly popular. Seeing Nancy, with her protruding belly and a baby sleeping on top of her was too inspiring; I'd gone down on her more than once like that.
I wasn't neglecting Nancy during this period; We were able to maintain the mortgage and tax payments easily on my own salary and, despite the breast growth through her pregnancy (going from almost nothing to an "A" cup), Sam couldn't provide as much milk as Jo did, so Jo would often be nursing both babies.
It was often a pleasure to watch Jo nursing both babies, one per breast, and watch her eyes roll as she was blissed out. I'd've expected Jo to complain about being the wet nurse to Sam's son but she seemed quite happy to help (though Samuel was expected to empty his mother first, though sometimes it was Evelyn who was ready, so both children had their times being nursed by Sam). Sam also responded well to nursing.
The ability of the rest of us to cushion and shift the work load of being a mother helped Sam's availability for work so she soon saw invitations from three practices. She was able to pick and choose rather than beg. Her income made a big jump in the household.
Jo worked part-time via tele-commuting while I still usually dragged my sorry ass into work. I did put up pictures of me and my children in my cubicle, along with pictures of Jo, Nancy and Sam. Two people (both older women) got uncomfortable seeing the racial mix in my family in these pictures but most didn't bat an eye.
Nancy's time was growing short and our daughter was born in the middle of the night; Kelli wasn't premature, she was just small and delicate at 5 pounds even, and, like Samuel, adopted on the spot. I had three children from three different mothers. This was weird but was one fantastic boost to my ego, considering how great I thought my children's' mothers were.
I had been sharp enough to recommend that Sam and Jo get an IUD for birth control since we didn't need the house to explode from making more babies, though, seriously, this was not as critical as it might seem since Sam's interest in sex with me dropped to nearly nil and even Jo dropped back a bit. Apparently the hormones of pregnancy were "at fault" for the interest both women had in me.
Most of the baby care ended up falling on Jo during the day since, of all of us, she had been the most poorly paid of us all (and I had always thought that the company had been short-changing her for quite a while). Jo still worked part-time, usually in the evenings, since her work didn't usually need much in the way of face-time. Nancy was out for her own maternity leave, and, despite her breasts still being barely bigger than Sam's, she produced quite a bit of milk, though her lack of size reduced her ability to store it. It was nice to see her blissed-out while nursing two children herself and I often found myself at night draining her when none of the children were awake or hungry. (There is something wonderful when babies sleep through the night.)
There is no doubt in my mind that Sam was doing her level best to orchestrate things; She'd never relaxed my bonds to Nancy (or vice versa) so, as soon as her body recovered, we were back to fucking like bunnies. (Jo was kind enough to cut down on my desperation during the six-week recovery time though this still fell quite short of my normal schedule.)
Nancy's milk went sour before we caught on and I complained to Sam that we needed to space children out some more and it wasn't fair to have Nancy spend so much time "barefoot and pregnant"; She should have had a chance to get onto birth control.
Sam laughed, "Jack, we're making sure you won't stray. And ask Nancy if she minds having more babies. Ask Jo if she minds taking care of the kids. Heck, I like to sleep with one of the babies on top of me. It also keeps me from having you get me pregnant again too. It's something very primitive and even I can't explain it. So," kissing me in front of the others, "it's not hurting you, is it?"
I looked at the others and saw nods and smiles. I wasn't really upset about another pregnancy (more like elated, but this was obviously a very primitive response) and... "Well, I'm more concerned for Nancy's comfort. It wasn't like she was asked to have her second child so soon."
Nancy spoke up with "Yes, Jack, I was asked. Shortly after Kelli was born Sam asked me if I'd want another and, well," rubbing her still-flat abdomen, "I said yes."
Sam's conditioning of us was as strong as ever; We looked in to each other's eyes and were immediately lost and, upon getting free we ran off to bed to fuck our brains out again.
We settled down quite a bit; Sam's hetero sex drive was (my estimate) less than 5%, Jo's was around 15-20% but Nancy's was over 85%, so I did find myself in Jo's arms at least once a week and Sam's usually once a month, usually when she had PMS. Some women get more sexually aggressive at that time and she was one of them. Jo was the opposite and I had never dealt with Nancy when she was menstruating.
I kept vowing to get Nancy protected after our second child so we'd have more time together but my brain would melt whenever I would hold Kelli and see her mother's eyes. I ended up mentioning this to Sam and she did cut down on my response to Nancy's eyes (and her on mine, it seems that our daughter's eyes were captivating to both of us, given the mix of our genes).
Nancy and I still lose ourselves but it only happens when we know we're both able to concentrate on each other. I must admit that Sam's work in that area has improved things for me enormously. Yes, I admit that I felt "owned" at times, but it seemed a mutual ownership thing between Nancy and I. It wasn't all sex, either, since we cared for each other so deeply and seemed like we were on the same wavelength in anticipating each other's needs.
We were able to do wonderful things for the house (and all of our children) given the boost in income Sam was pouring in. My fourth child, Mark, weighing in at just over five pounds, came home and was made very comfortable with all three of his siblings. (Jo hadn't ceased lactation so Mark was able to bridge between her and Nancy for milk.) It was during the recovery from pregnancy that I called all of us together to discuss children.
"So, all of you, how many children do each of you want? And by who?"
Nancy jumped in with, "How many can I get from you before I can't have any more?"
My head snapped around to her and I quickly averted my eyes before we fell over together in a trance. "Are you really sure of that? That could be a lot of children you know. It would be better for your health if we space them out a bit more."
"Then how many more? Four? Five? Six?"
There was something seriously wrong here; I would have thought that pregnancy was an unpleasant thing. Why would she be looking forward to so many children? Especially so eagerly?
"Why so eager, hon?"
This is the first really pensive look I ever got from her; "You know I was orphaned, right?"
I nodded.
"My parents had a big family, 8 kids. I was the oldest. My parents and all 7 and a half of my younger siblings died in a traffic pileup while I was away at school. I feel the need to make up for that kind of loss ..."
I was upset realizing how she felt, so I gathered her onto my lap, holding and rocking her as she wept. Such a horrible memory to carry and survivor's guilt on top of it.
I sighed. "Nancy, sweetheart, let's space them out so there is at least two years between children, OK? And we'll see what happens." I turned to Sam and Jo, looking at Nancy and I with little smirks on their faces. Uh-oh.
"Jack," Sam started, "I love my son. I want at least one daughter from you. Two would be better. I'm not in a hurry yet, but I do want more. And I've gotten to like and trust you."
I had to smile, "Of course you trust me, you've programmed me the way I'd program a computer. I could no more hurt you than I could hurt myself. I'm sure you could find a better source of sperm than me, though you know right where you can flatter me."
Sam's smile was almost infuriating; I could tell she had me right where she wanted me since I was relaxing. I quickly focused on Jo, asking "And you?"
Jo's eyes de-focused as she spoke, with "Once Mark has been weaned, I want you to pump me full with another baby. I want to have babies in alternate years with Nancy, OK?"
This was too much. Especially considering this wasn't a Homer Vargas story.
Holding Nancy close to me, I finally asked, "Why me?"
I heard a purring noise from the woman cuddled to my chest then a sleepy voice rose from her "Because you're here for us. All of us. And you'd never hurt any of us."
Sam was nodding. "Even without any of the things I've done with you, you would never have abandoned any of us. I've watched you and I've talked to you in depth and you worship all of us, all without any real intervention. It took a lot to get you to focus mostly on Nancy, here, allowing Jo to be more comfortable with you as a man. You love us all, you want our children, you're happy with them walking and talking, you play with them all."
I had to nod in agreement with this, though I hadn't known how deeply my beliefs ran.
Jo added, "And it doesn't hurt that we all love you, too, as much as you love us. Sam and I may not lust after your body because of our sexual orientation but we know, with Nancy, that we can get it, and that you've never been interested in dominating any of us. Even when you were hurting so much from my neglect of you, you still did your best for me and cared for me. That's not common in men I've known."
I was uncomfortable with what sounded like praise; I'd never considered myself very masculine, and here I saw that I ... wasn't. At least I was wanted.
Jo went on with "And, finally, I hope that nature has enough influence since I want my children, when I have boys, to be like you've been. And, Jack, I want our children, all of our children, to be good examples for others. Nancy, can I borrow the lap you're sitting on since you're still healing?" |
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