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The Cure
by Isabella

Story code: M/F, b/F, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Family Sex, Oral Sex, Impregnation

Sandra was just in time to witness our argument, as she opened the kitchen door Tom, my husband, stormed out past her. Sandra was our sister-in-law, the wife of Tom's eldest brother Alan and she often called on me when her children were at school. "Same old argument?" She asked me, "Same as usual, why I'm not pregnant after five years of trying." I was close to tears, I had been to the doctors several times for tests and examinations and the answer was the same each time, no problems could be found with me.

"Alan and I were the same, you do know that their mother is to blame, she married and delivered Alan within just ten months of the wedding. I thought that Alan and I would end up divorcing until I discovered the secret, the cure to infertility. I was in the same boat as you, after four years of trying and fighting, I got the cure and the babies started 'popping' out like pop-corn."

"Well, for god's sake, tell me what the cure is!"

Sandra looked thoughtful for a moment, "No, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me, and if you don't believe me, then it will never work for you."

That was almost as good as her telling me that it was some 'quack' cure or a faith thing, I didn't believe in super-natural powers so, she was right, I wouldn't believe her.

"The best thing I can do is just arrange for you to get the cure without your knowledge, after you're pregnant, then I'll tell you what I did for you."

We drank coffee and for the first time ever we had a 'Girl's talk' about sex and our husband's, "How many times do you climax before Tom shoots up into you?" I felt my face redden, the heat spread and then I saw my décolletage turn salmon pink too. My answer came out as a whisper, "Never!"

"You mean you don't climax when Tom fucks you?" I nodded my head slowly, as I looked down I noticed that the rise of my breasts were now salmon pink and my décolletage was as red as my face. "Does Tom cum at least, cos if he doesn't, I could have found your problem!" Sandra was smiling, both at her joke and at how embarrassed I had become. "God Amanda, I knew you were shy but this is ridiculous!" She pulled the front of my t-shirt forward and looked at my bra covered breasts, the rise of my breasts were now as red as my face, "Does the red go all the way down to your ginger pussy?"

As usual when faced with 'real life issues' I ran for the bathroom, splashing water over my face and waiting until the panic dissipated enough to return to my kitchen only to find both Sandra's cup and her chair both empty.

I was relieved to be on my own for a while but I knew that when Tom got home from work it was all likely to start up all over again. Sandra didn't mention it again, we met several time over the next few weeks and I guessed that my overreaction to our little chat had put her off wanting to help me or even talk about it ever again.

We were having a family lunch, roughly once a month Tom's mother invited all of her sons and their families to a big Sunday lunch. It was very easy to hide amongst so many people; I usually ended up in the kitchen, helping to make the final preparations just before serving the food.

Tom's parent's dining room was like a medieval 'Great Hall', it had been the footprint of the old farm house, roughly fifty feet square, on the east side and the west side were two wings, his mother's wing and his father's wing each wing was around the size of a six bedroom house and then there was the south wing which was called the family wing, a huge house and on family Sunday Lunch days the table in the dining room could be set for forty people in a three sided square. I was clearing up, washing the more delicate dishes by hand while an industrial scale dishwasher took care of the rest of the pots and pans.

Sandra came in with her four kids in tow, four boys, the oldest, Alan Jr. was ten years old and the image of his father and grandfather, there were definitely very strong genes in Tom's paternal line; all four boys looked like they could be identical Quads if it hadn't been for the spread of ages.

"Can I ask you a big favour Amanda?" I finished washing the plate in my hand and popped it in the draining rack, then I dried my hands and turned to face Sandra. "You know that the Rugby club are playing away on Saturday in Bournemouth?" I nodded my head, "Well, they are all stopping overnight in a hotel in Bournemouth and I'd like to go down with them so Alan and I can go for a nice meal and then clubbing with the guys. Tom said he was going to drive back after the match but everyone wants him to go on the coach with the rest of them, if you were to offer to babysit for me, Tom won't be so inclined to rush home as you'll be out for the night."

I held my breath for a moment, just to stop myself from sighing out loud, Sandra's kids were okay but when the four of them got together they could be a handful. "You'll only have Simon during the day, the other three are going to a party all day and Simon will go down before the other's get home from the party and he'll sleep all night. Allan Jr. is the only one who expects to stop up late and he fights going up to bed but you'll have my permission to belt him at nine o'clock if he isn't asleep in bed."

I reluctantly agreed to look after the kids as it would be safer to have Tom on the team bus and stopping overnight with the others rather than him having an after match drink, or two, and driving almost a hundred and fifty miles back home.

I tried to put it right out of my mind until the Saturday morning and then I found myself in a panic, so much so that I hadn't really planned for a night away from home at all. Sandra phoned me and told me that she was ready to go out in fifteen minutes so I just rushed over without thinking. It didn't matter too much though as I only lived around the corner, I could pop home for anything I needed later.

I walked into Sandra's kitchen just in time to see her rushing out of the kitchen with Simon under her arm wrapped in a towel, "There's tea in the pot, help yourself....." I sat on the seat that I usually took when in Sandra's kitchen "....mind the chair, this little bleeder has wiped his pudding all over it!" Sandra was too late, I hadn't bothered to get a cup of tea, I had just headed straight for my usual chair although I can't say that I sat on the chair as my bottom skidded on a thick layer of chocolate pudding and ended up on the floor.

I was still sitting on the floor in a puddle of pudding when Sandra came into the kitchen, she had to stifle her laughter as she saw me, white cotton dress, soaked in rich brown chocolate pudding from the backs of my legs to my neck and everywhere in between.

I even felt wetness on my buttocks too, which meant that my knickers were also covered in pudding as well. Simon was dressed in clean clothes, "I'll take Simon next door, you have a bath, I'll leave you some clothes on my bed to change in to. Just leave all your dirty clothes on the landing and I'll pop them in with Simon's dirty clothes, you can finish the washing off for me if you like, and can I leave you to wash the table and everything down?"

When I stripped off I couldn't believe that a pudding could cover my clothes so completely, the back of my dress looked like it had a picture of a road painted on it, where my butt-crack was and my spine, there was little or no chocolate so it looked like the white lines down the road. My panties had two perfect spheres of brown, one for each buttock and even the back of my bra had chocolate on it too. As it was so warm I had only put the three items of clothing on, I didn't even have socks on, so when I dropped my clothes on the landing floor I knew that I wouldn't be able to put any of my own clothes back on.

As I slipped into the bath Sandra knocked on the door, "I've laid clothes out on my bed, when you're finished in there, just get dressed and fetch Simon from Mrs. Baker's next door." A shiver ran down my spine, a shiver of revulsion, I could manage to wear another woman's dress, skirt or blouse but I could never put on another woman's underwear, not in a million years. 'I'll just have to put on whatever top clothes she's laid out for me, run home quickly and change into my own clothes, even if it means going out into the street with no underwear on!'

I dried myself and then wrapped the bath-sheet around me, I ran across the landing to Sandra's bedroom even though I knew the house was empty, I even slammed and locked the door behind me, that's how shy I really was. I spotted the dress that Sandra had laid out for me, a white confection of a dress, a little shorter than any I owned but I have to say, not as short as Sandra usually wore. I put my hand inside the neck of the dress, micro thin white, Indian cotton, inner dress with an open lace outer dress. I could see the outline of my hand through the inner dress, so slipping it on and running home with nothing under it was out of the question as my ginger bush and dark areola would all be clearly seen through the dress.

There was nothing for it, I'd have to put something on under the dress, or, perhaps something over it. I looked around on the bed and on the floor but couldn't see any undies, I spotted a posh carrier bag on the pillow at the head of the bed, I had to have a little internal chat with myself before I peeked into the bag as I didn't like to be to nosy. There was a note in the bag as well as two cellophane packets, the note was to me, the contents of the bag were a gift for looking after her kids for the night.

I took the larger of the two packets out of the carrier bag, a lingerie set, scarlet silk with black lace trim, bikini panties and a quarter cup bra and suspender belt, the smaller package held very expensive, very sheer, very sexy stockings. I had never tried stockings in my life before, not even on my wedding day which is often the only day a country girl would ever wear sexy lingerie.

It was lucky for me that it was summer time, as I often wore shorts or slightly shorter skirts in the summer, I also de-foliated my legs once a week, ginger stubble on alabaster legs wasn't a great look at the best of times and as I had used a depilatory cream the day before, the very sheer stockings just slid up my legs as if they were lubricated.

It felt so strange wearing stockings and suspender belt, especially as you have to put them on before your knickers, I stood up and caught sight of myself in the mirror, the red and black framing my wild strawberry patch, totally contrasted by my porcelain white flesh. The bikini panties were less of a shock, I had a few pairs of bikini panties but they were simple white cotton and slightly larger than the ones in the set.

I looked over to the mirror again; there was almost an inch of ginger bush peeping over the top of the black lace trim attached to the elasticated waistband of the knickers. As I looked at myself I couldn't stop myself blushing. I tore myself away from watching the spread of colour as the blush of redness illuminated my breasts.

The bra was almost not worth putting on if I was honest, a quarter cup bra didn't even cover all of my areola and half of my nipples were peeping over the black lace trim. I avoided looking at myself in the mirror this time. I pulled Sandra's dress on over my head and brushed my hair through. The thought struck me that I looked like the caricature image of a prostitute plying her trade on the Champs-Elysées in Paris.

As I was about to run for home and my own, usual, sensible, conservative clothes, I opened the back door to find Mrs Baker about to open the door, Simon was in her arms, fast asleep, He was passed over into my arms before I could say anything, "I'm sorry dear, but I have to run before the shop sells out of bread or there'll be nothing for my husband's tea."

I carried Simon up stairs to his bedroom, he was still sleeping in the cot but almost ready to make the move up to a proper bed. It amazed me that he slept through my dropping him into his cot, me not being too skilled at handling sleeping children, as he bounced on the mattress he made a grumbling sound and then just turned over and started snoring gently. I pulled his sheet over him and closed his curtains. As I was at the window I saw Mrs. Baker talking on her mobile phone, I couldn't hear too much of what she was saying but it sounded like "Yes, she's alone and dressed for you!"

I switched the baby monitor on and headed back down the stairs to the living room. As I walked I discovered that the stockings felt incredibly sensual on my legs as the tops of my thighs rubbed together and that made me focus on how the silk of the panties and bra felt against my body too. I was walking with a lot more of a swish in my bottom by the time I got to the bottom of the stairs and into the kitchen, then I was stopped dead in my tracks, Allan Snr. my father-in-law, was standing in the kitchen with a broad grin on his face.

"I've come round to use the DVD player, mine is broken, you could watch the film with me if you like."

I didn't really like Tom's father, he was a bit of a flirt and he was also more of a 'man of the world' than his son, than any of his sons in fact. The cover of the DVD was just a sheet of white paper with a typed title that was too small for me to read. Before I could object, Allan Snr. took my hand and pulled me into the living room, he spun me around making the very short dress fly up a little and expose my new panties more than I would have liked.

As I finished spinning, Allan flicked my wrist and I dropped quickly onto the middle seat on the sofa. The DVD was in the player and the TV was warming up before I could move, Allan was at my side, because I was spinning when I hit the seat cushion the back of my dress was raised and I was now sitting with the rear hem crumpled against the rear cushion. I realised that the dress did little to hide my body and underwear from my father-in-law's eyes but suddenly I realised that he could see my exposed stocking tops and bare upper thigh. I tried hard to pull the dress down at the side to hide as much as I could from view.

Alan reached over the arm of the sofa and pulled up a bag with a bottle of Jack Daniel's and two glasses, Allan must visit his eldest son's house more than he visited mine as he wouldn't know where we kept our alcohol, mind you, I was surprised that Sandra allowed her husband to keep strong liquor at the side of the sofa with four young children in the house.

Allan poured out two glasses of Jack Daniel's and handed one to me, I tried to refuse it but the one thing you can definitely say about Allan Snr. was that he was difficult to refuse. I was pressured into taking two quick swallows of the alcohol, by the third sip my mouth and throat had been anesthetised and just the warmth of the drink was getting through to my brain.

The DVD was a romantic film bordering on the pornographic, where a straight romantic film would show inside the bedroom and as the couple got down to business, the door would close, leaving the action to the viewer's imagination but in Allan's film, the camera was still in the room and as the action got going, more and more was being revealed.

While I was distracted by the film and the alcohol, Allan's arm draped over my shoulder and he pulled my body against his. I had never seen a film before where two people were naked, simulating sex together openly on the bed and I was totally fixated on the forty-two inch plasma screen opposite me, so fixated that I didn't feel my father-in-law's lips on my neck, well, not on my neck but I did feel the effect his lips, the alcohol and the film were having on my body though as the crotch of my silk panties got decidedly wet.

As the camera moved in to the couple on the screen, proving that they weren't simulating anything, I finished my glass of Tennessee Whiskey and felt Allan's hand sliding along my thigh, his fingertips were pushing the front of my dress up above my stocking tops, as bare fingers pressed into bare flesh above my stockings, I looked down at Allan's hand as it made its way closer to my panties.

Allan's hand suddenly left my thigh and his hand moved up, rubbing over the outside of my dress, up over my breast and to my chin, he took it in his fingers, lifted and turned my head so that I was looking at him and his lips crushed into mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.. I was vaguely aware of fingers fumbling at the back of my dress, up by the neck and I just knew that Allan was slipping the hook and eye fastener at the neck and he was easing the zipper down as far as it would go.

Our lips were still locked together as Allan began to tug the back of my dress upward, pulling it out from between my back and the seat cushion. I could feel the coarseness of the seat cushion against my bare back, my dress now gathered up by my neck and the kiss was only broken when Allan pulled my dress off over my head. I didn't even have to raise my arms; Allan just pulled it away from the front of my body as if it were a hospital gown.

As soon as Allan had me sitting there in just my lingerie, he poured me another glass of Jack Daniel's and he knelt in front of me looking at my body. He began touching me all over my body as I quickly drank the Whisky and as I finished the second glass full of alcohol and then Alan leaned over me and kissed me on the lips as he reached in behind me and unfastened my bra, he eased his body away from mine and took my bra with him, so now I was sitting in just my panties, stockings and suspender belt.

Alan pulled me to my feet and, taking me by the hand, he led me up the stairs and into the master bedroom, "Sandra changed the sheets for us so don't worry." I was laid out on the bed and Alan lay next to me. He stripped himself off as he kissed me so I didn't actually see his naked body until he was totally naked and the sight of his cock made me gasp, he was twice the man that Tom was in both girth as well as length.

"I see by the look on your face that you aren't used to seeing a real man's cock!" Allan eased my knickers down and threw them onto the floor. Then he eased his body over my leg so that he was kneeling between my thighs. "I can remember how it was with Sandra; I'll try to be very gentle with you." Allan rubbed his cock head up and down my gash a few times to gather a little of my inner lubrication, "Are you ready?" I nodded my head but I have no idea why, I had been faithful to my husband since the first day I met him and it had never crossed my mind to have sex with any other man. I gasped as I felt the head of Allan's cock force its way into my body.

Allan pushed all the way into me and I cried out in pain, then he held himself balls deep in me until I finished panting through the initial pain of being stretched so totally by Allan's huge cock. He waited until my breathing returned to normal before withdrawing his cock until just the head was left in me stretching my labia. Alan then had a moment of madness and he pounded in and out of me for ten minutes until he flooded my body with his seed.

"What the hell are you doing? You should have pulled out before you climaxed!" "If I had pulled out dry, it wouldn't have been the cure, would it now?" Alan kept his cock in my body even though it was shrinking down and my vaginal muscles were trying to expel it, then he hooked his arms behind my knees and doubled me over, then, even though his cock was still flaccid, he began to rock back and forth so his cock slipped in and out a little.

I was brought to a climax, the first in my life and as I climaxed I felt Allan's cock grown back into life inside of me. Then, as I ran through a hundred orgasms chained one after the other, Allan pounded away inside of me until he climaxed for the second time too. "Well, according to Sandra, this should be about the middle of your most fertile period." "How the hell would she know that?" "You told her each time you went to the doctors for an examination, they usually call you in at your most fertile period to do the fertility tests, she's very good at keeping her diary up to date."

I was about to get out of bed, I needed to wash myself out, Allan caught me and pulled me back down on to the bed, he pulled the single sheet over me and he cuddled me against him and just kissed me and fondled me for well over an hour. This was totally alien to me, Tom only ever fucked and rolled away, he was usually sleeping before I finished cleaning myself up and got my nighty back on.

After an hour I again tried to escape and as I rolled away from Allan he caught me with my back to him and I felt a freshly inflated erection 'nuzzling' against my bottom, he slipped his cock between my arse cheeks and began to saw his cock back and forth between my inner thighs. Just at the point where Allan was beginning to breath heavily, showing he was close to his orgasm, he twisted slightly and his cock buried up into my cunt just as he fired off for the third time and even thought there was very little actual sexual contact that time, as he fired off into me I had a petite orgasm too.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" The bedroom door burst open as I was gasping through my climax and three of my nephews bounded into the bedroom and bounced all over Allan on the bed. I just wanted the earth to open up and swallow me down under the ground. Allan and I were both totally naked in the bed and we had just been caught, 'In flagrante delicto' by Sandra's children, "Mummy, we had a wonderful time..........you're not mummy, what are you doing in bed with grandpa?"

Allan was still fucking me from behind and I was still coming back down from my climax, mind you, three young kids catching you in the act was definitely a mood killer. Allan rolled out of the bed, he didn't seem to mind one little bit being naked in front of his grandsons and they weren't the slightest bit phased by seeing him naked and as Allan began to pull his underpants on, the six young eyes turned to me to watch me dress too but I refused to come out from under the sheet. "They are all very used to seeing me and Sandra naked together, no need to be shy with them!" "I don't care who they are used to seeing, they ain't seeing me naked!"

As soon as Allan moved the boys out of the bedroom, and that was no mean feat as they older boy, Allan III was determined to try and get a look at my naked body, I jumped out of bed and started to dress but my bra and dress were both in the living room. I put on Sandra's dressing gown and hunted my bra and dress, I found my bra, Allan III had it up the front of his t-shirt, he was trying to steal it.

Once I was properly dressed, I fetched Simon down, the noise of the other kids had woken him, Allan Snr. phoned for a takeaway, a pile of Pizzas of various kinds and we all sat around the dining table eating, all the time, Allan III was grinning at me and digging his brothers in the ribs in a smutty way. I could hear a lot of whispering amongst the older children, Allan III was whispering something like, "I'll bet she gets it again as soon as we're all in bed!"

Allan III was bloody right too, as soon as they hit their bedrooms Allan Snr. had me stripped naked on the living room floor as the living room door opened a crack, I was too far gone to do anything to stop Allan from fucking me and he didn't seem to care at all that he was being spied on as he fucked me.

By the time Allan had finished fucking me we were alone once more. Allan Snr. was gone before breakfast but he had spent most of the night fucking me in Sandra's bed. Breakfast was full of giggling by the older boys and Allan III put a soft porn film on the DVD player while I was washing the breakfast pots and as soon as I got into the living room I turned it off. Allan III pointed out a shelf full of soft porn in the shelving unit, "Mum lets us watch them whenever we want too!" He proudly exclaimed.

The rest of my babysitting was uneventful, when Sandra and Allan II finally arrived home the kids were just finishing lunch, Sandra gave Simon a spoonful of medicine and he instantly turned drowsy, my brother-in-law couldn't take his eyes off of me because of the way I was dressed, I still hadn't had the opportunity to go home to get fresh clothing and every time I moved, my brother-in-law moved too, so that he could keep looking at my sexy undies through my dress.

Sandra picked Simon up and he fell asleep in her arms and she took him up to his bedroom with her other three children circling her feet as she walked, as soon as she reached the stairs her husband said, "Wow!" "You must have seen this dress before?" "I wish!" "But it's your Sandra's dress!" "No, I'd remember if she had worn that dress before!"

There was no way I fancied my brother-in-law but I did find the lust in his eyes a bit of a turn on and even found myself wiggling my bum a little as I moved the dishes from the table and over to the sink. My brother-in-law actually patted my bottom as I got close to him the first time and when I returned and leaned over the table to pick up the last of the dishes he put his hand on my bum and left it there. In the past I would have freaked out if anyone other than Tom had touched me in that way but one night of passion with my father-in-law and suddenly my world view changed totally.

Sandra walked back into the kitchen and her husband pulled his hand away from my bum very quickly. Sandra took my arm and dragged me up to her bedroom, she was bouncing about like an excited school girl, "Well, dish the dirt, tell me all the grizzly details!" I felt my face blush; I tried to sound as innocently as I could, "What do you mean?"

"Don't give me that, Gail Baker phoned me immediately after she phoned Allan Snr. to tell him that you were ready for him to visit, she was talking to me when Allan walked in the house and she phoned again an hour later to tell me that you were getting a dammed good seeing to up in my bedroom." I blushed an even deeper shade of red, "Did you manage to get his cock in your mouth? Have you ever seen a dick as big as his before?" I just stood there shaking my head, "What, you've never seen a cock that big before or you didn't get it in your mouth?" Silence, "Don't tell me you didn't even try to give him a blow job. It sounded to me like he was giving you a mountain of pleasure from the noise you were making and you didn't even try to do a little something for him in return?"

"I've never even thought about sucking a cock before." "Good god girl, no wonder you never have an orgasm, have you never heard of 'as you sow, so shall you reap' before?" I had no answer to that, I always assumed that it was the man's responsibility to drive sex, to deliver the pleasure, I was sure that all I was supposed to do was to lay and take it.

"You didn't even let the boy's see you after Allan had finished fucking you, I always let them see a little, just so they don't blab their mouths off to their father about what they see me and his dad doing." Sandra thought about it for a moment then said, "I think it's time you paid your dues for last night's pleasures, don't you? I'm going to send Allan up for you to give him a blow-job." Sandra walked through the door and then stopped, she turned back to face me, "Any preference between Allan II and Allan III?"

Sandra studied my face a little and eventually said, "I'll send my husband up, I don't think you're quite ready to guide a youngster through to manhood. And don't let him fuck you, just give him a blow job and make sure that you entice Tom to fuck you in the next few days or you may have a lot of explaining to do."

Sandra's husband arrived in the bedroom in a flash, he closed the door and dropped one of the pillows off of the bed onto the floor behind it, "We don't want Sandy or the kids to walk in on us do we?" I just sat there passively, Allan came over to the side of the bed where I was sitting. He leaned in and kissed me, it felt nothing like his father's kisses but very much like kissing Tom. Hands fumbled all over my body through my dress and I remembered that I was supposed to be sewing or reaping or something, so I rubbed the front of his Chinos. My brother -in-law grabbed a hold of each side of my dress and pulled upwards; lifting me momentarily off of the bed and dropping me back down again as my arms lifted over my head.

Allan II gave a Woolf-whistle, "Tom said that you never wear sexy clothes, he reckoned that you don't even own sexy clothes." Allan thrust his hips at me so that I could unfasten his trousers, they dropped to the floor and I pulled his underpants down too. As his cock bounced into view I was really grateful that his cock was more like the size of my husband's cock than his father's if I was going to do my first ever blow-job.

My brother-in-law insisted that I stripped totally naked before I sucked his dick, he put me on the bed on my back and turned himself into the traditional sixty-nine position, his cock in my mouth and his mouth clamped over my cunt, he licked a few times and then lifted his head, "Tastes very much like you were fucked very recently, I do hope my son hasn't been misbehaving again!"

I sucked Allan II until I got a jet of cum in my mouth and he jumped up onto his knees and began to masturbate himself off, he sprayed his juice all over my face and breasts. Even though Allan had given me oral sex the same as I had done to him, he didn't actually deliver me an orgasm, he was very clumsy and extremely quick at shooting off but the novelty of having a man's mouth between my legs was totally mind blowing and it didn't matter that I hadn't cum. "Can I fuck you now please?" "No, I have to get off home to your BROTHER!"

I pushed the pillow out of the way and looked both ways on the landing, no one in sight so I ran across to the bathroom. I had hung Sandra's bathrobe on the back of the door the night before, my plan, such as it was, run across the landing with spunk dripping from my nose, chin and breasts, wash it off and put Sandra's bathrobe on to return to pick up my clothes.

I closed the door and threw the bolt over only to find that there was no keeper for the bolt, there was also no bathrobe on the back of the bathroom door either. I washed and dried myself off with a tiny hand towel and as I turned, Sandra's eldest son Allan III was standing 'perving' at my body, he was holding the dress, bra and knickers that got covered in chocolate pudding the day before. "My mum said to bring you these and you might do me a little favour if I did." I covered as much of my body as I could with the tiny towel but I knew it was too late and he had seen everything already.

"What kind of favour?" "Perhaps you could use your hand on my dick and I could play with you a bit." I wasn't really game for breaking the law, even after Allan III dropped my clothes on to the closed toilet seat and as he did it exposed his rather small cock that was poking out of the fly hole of his trousers. I was extremely tempted, Sandra had steered my weekend of sexual awakening and she had been right so far but I just couldn't bring myself to touch her son, so I thanked him for his offer but turned him down.

He stood looking very angry for a few moments, it was obvious that he wasn't use to being rejected, then he seemed to become a little more philosophical and his stance changed, he took a hold of his cock in his right hand, "Well then, can I do it to myself but look at you?" As I had been very close to acceding to his request anyway, I didn't see anything wrong in him masturbating himself, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen me naked already and there was no way that anyone could accuse me if corrupting a minor as he seemed more worldly wise than I did, even at such a young age.

Allan asked me to put the towel down and he began to fist his cock, as he jacked himself off he was inspecting me closely. His breathing changed and he asked me to put my foot on the edge of the bathtub. He was closer now and breathing faster, I could feel his breath between my legs and as he bent forward I thought he was going to lick between my legs like his father had but he was just climaxing, I leaned over slightly to see his little cock, expecting to see a jet of spunk like his father had shot over me just moments earlier. Nothing! I didn't understand the biology, that a boy could climax but not actually produce sperm, I thought it was a two for one deal.

I was finally dressed properly for the first time in twenty-four hours, I went into the kitchen and Sandra gave me a cup of coffee, then she took me out into the garden. "You should be due to start your period in two weeks time, come and see me in three weeks, let me know if you had your period and if you did, I'll give you dad again in four weeks time, we could do him together, he could make both of us pregnant during the same session."

Sandra returned to the kitchen and left me in a state of shock. I had thought that the sex with our father-in-law had been some kind of sexual awakening for me, to help me get pregnant with my husband, not to cut my husband out of the loop entirely. Then the ducks all seemed to line up in my head, Sandra had been fucking our father-in-law to have babies and her husband thought that he was the father. The strong family genes went a long way to convincing her husband that he had to be the father. I put my cup in the kitchen and Sandra handed me a carrier bag with the dress and the dirty lingerie in it. "You want me to have the dress dry cleaned for you?" "No, the dress is machine washable and it is part of your gift for the weekend, I got you the lingerie and dad got you the dress!"

I was just about to leave and on the path she called out to me, "And don't forget to fuck Tom in the next few days, just give it a little time for your cunt to shrink back to more like its usual size."

The wonderful weekend of sexual awakening was a sweet memory and two weeks later saw me thumbing through my old diaries, you could set your clock by my period, even down to the hour almost, the first cramps would hit around four o'clock in the morning, they would always wake me and send me into the bathroom to slip a sanitary towel into my panties before going back to bed but this time, I was already two days late, 'Fucking good thing I managed to get Tom to shag me on the Tuesday after my session with his father or I would have had a very difficult job of explaining how I had become pregnant after not having sex with him for nine or ten weeks.

I took an early pregnancy test a week later and rushed round to Sandra's house to tell her that I was pregnant but I was beaten to the punch by Sandra telling me that she was pregnant again, so our father-in-law had made us both pregnant in the same month even if he hadn't managed to do it during the first sex session.

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