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Up at the Reservoir
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Family Sex, Incest, Impregnation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

In 2011 there was a drought, just a minor inconvenience to most domestic water users but on a farm, not being able to water your crops can be financially ruinous. The field at the head of the valley was called 'Spring Field' on the farm deeds so my father-in-law asked my husband to do a little digging through the parish records to see if there had been any mention of an actual spring in that field.

There were some references to archaeological activities in the top corner of the field where Roman artefacts had been found. Johnny deduced that there could have been a spring in that corner of the field because the Romans in the first century often made offerings to their gods at springs. A working party was set to the task of trying to track down that spring. The farm had a tractor mounted auger drill for fence posts and the like so that was put into service, drilling test holes all over the top edge of the field. At the end of the day they had peppered the highest corner of the field with over a hundred holes five feet deep and nothing had come to light.

The family had a meeting over dinner; they could buy an extension for the auger drill, in theory, they could dig holes to any depth they wanted just by adding extensions as they went down. Once again, the job was given to Johnny to cost out the extensions for the drill. Ron Jr. Johnny's eldest brother was collecting the cows in for milking when he noticed that they seemed to be gathering around the drill holes.

After taking the herd into the milking sheds Ron Jr. phoned his father and mentioned the cow's unusual behaviour. The herd was usually very well trained and being long established, twice a day, within minutes of their usual milking time, all of the cows would gather at the gates to the various fields, just waiting to be let out for the walk down to the milking sheds.

My father-in-law took a ride up to spring field on his quad to see why the cows had congregated by the holes; it could have just been curiosity but he noticed that the trough in that field was dry so the cows would have been looking for water, and that was exactly what Ron was looking for too. The grass was more trampled down around five of the hundred holes; Ron couldn't see anything but something about that group of five holes had attracted the cows. Ron was walking back to his quad a very disappointed man, there was always the prospect of drilling down deeper and finding water, then he felt the small change in his pocket bang against his thigh. Ron fished through his loose change and found four pennies, he returned to the hole, got good and close to the ground and dropped a coin down the hole, there was the sound of a splash.

Ron took a small saw from the quad bikes tool box and cut a long, straight branch from one of the trees in the hedgerow. Ron dipped the hole; there was water just a foot below the surface. The valley, like most of Northamptonshire was basically just a thin skin of rich loam sitting on top of heavy clay or loose gravel. The heavy clay was what made Northamptonshire the centre of the brick making industry during the industrial revolution but it held back water wonderfully in dams, lakes and canals.

Ron called his farm labourers back to the spring field with all the heavy earthmoving equipment they could find. Because the field was basically a slope running from the line of drilled holes down towards the rest of the fields, the quickest and simplest option would be to cut a ditch straight to the bottom of the valley and allow the water to flow down the slope but Ron knew very well that the bottom of the valley was glacial deposits of sand and gravel, that's why the house was built down there in the first place.

There was a quick conversation, two guys were detailed to lay a water pipe down the field in a trench while the rest all started to cut a cistern in the heavy clay, the clay they took out of the ground was pushed to the downhill side of the cistern to form a dam wall. The heavy clay would be totally waterproof, after all, it had held back the spring for over a thousand years already but Ron had a butyl rubber liner fitted into the hole, it looked just like an Olympic sized swimming pool once it was finished and the clay wall was broken through to where the head of the spring was.

The cistern was dug to around five feet deep with a slope at the dam end. By the next morning there was ten inches of water covering the bottom of the pool. Johnny did a quick calculation, roughly twenty-seven thousand gallons in around twelve hours, far more water than the farm would need, they would be self-sufficient in water for the farm with plenty to spare. The top of the dam was planted with a stand of hawthorn saplings to keep the cows away from the cistern.

During that autumn the surroundings of the pool were concreted with a slight fall to the pool to capture any rain water and to stop mud slipping from the apron area into the water. They had to pay to have the water regularly tested as it was going to be fed to the livestock but worryingly there were imbalances. Over winter a wind pump was installed above the cistern, a drive shaft that worked through a gearbox powering an air pump that fed into a piped micro defuse system in the bottom of the lake to oxygenate the water and a pump that drew water from the lake and passed it through a carbon filter.

This summer while at a family Sunday lunch, Ron Jr. told his brothers that the water had finally passed the test as fit for human consumption, not that there were any plans for the family to drink it but at least they knew that it was totally safe to give to the animals. Simon's girlfriend, Rebecca, asked if that meant that she could swim in the pool now that it was safe to drink.

Rebecca's comment got my sisters-in-law chattering like excited chimpanzees, "Why don't we all meet up there on Friday morning and go for a swim?" was voiced by Ron Junior's wife Mary. I was walking through the kitchen doorway with my arms full of dirty dishes so I didn't think for one moment that she was talking to me.

On Friday morning my sisters-in-law and Rebecca were all at my door, Mary was driving the Land Rover 90 from the farm and Sara was knocking at my front door wearing nothing but a bikini, "You're not ready yet!"

"Not ready for what?"

"Swimming, Mary said ten o'clock sharp."

"I'm not going swimming, I can't swim and I don't even own a swimming costume."

"But Paul and Ron have spent ages getting things ready up at the pool, there's a picnic waiting up there for us and everything!"

Mary came over, she was also wearing a bikini, I looked up and down the street to see if my neighbours could see my sisters-in-law standing on my drive almost naked. Mary insisted that I grabbed a towel and joined them in the Land Rover. Mary was very bossy, the wife of the eldest brother and she saw herself as the Matriarch or at least June's stand in, My mother-in-law, June, was definitely the boss of the extended family.

I grabbed a towel and jumped into the back of the car. The Land Rover wasn't a standard road car; it had been fitted with balloon tyres with huge thick blocks of tread that made the whole thing vibrate on an asphalt surface, that kept the speed down on the road but as soon as the gate was opened to the large field and we were driving on meadow grass Mary drove like an F1 racing driver, the Land Rover climbed the face of the dam with ease and once at the top we all jumped out of the car.

I felt a little awkward that I was fully dressed while my sisters-in-law were dressed in skimpy bikinis, well; I thought they were skimpy until I saw what Rebecca had on under her robe. Rebecca had one of those bikinis that you could alter how much of your body was on show, less coverage for sunbathing and more for swimming, you just slid the cups or pants along the string like blinds.

It was the first time that I had been up to the pool since it had been finished, one side of the Hawthorne hedge were thirty cows eating grass and drinking water from troughs fed from the pool the other side was supposed to be just a cold water storage cistern but what I saw on the other side of the oak gate didn't look anything like an industrial water storage facility, it looked more like 'Club Med'.

Four huge sun-loungers stood in a row on one side of the pool, there was a wet bar and a table under a shade with a cool-box full of finger food. My sisters-in-law dropped their towels on three of the sun loungers. The pool was in the shade of the rise of the hill to the south of the valley but the concrete slab that had been laid on the north side of the pool was in the sun almost all day and that was where the loungers had been placed.

Rebecca lay on her towel and pulled her bikini tops into the middle of the strap so that they hardly covered her areolas. Then she pulled the front of her bikini bottoms as small as they could go too. I was shocked and surprised at how small Rebecca had made her bikini and also surprised at the fact that there was no hair visible, even though there was plenty of 'lower skin' on show, Rebecca was only seventeen years old but surely she had hairs on her lower body too.

Mary handed out wine to everyone before settling down on her towel I was wondering if I could drag the last of the loungers under the large sunshade covering the picnic table. After fifteen minutes Rebecca rolled onto her stomach to let the sun get onto her back, then she pulled at the bow holding the strap of her bikini top closed and then her top was discarded onto the floor beneath her lounger.

Mary phoned her husband, she told him that she had forgotten her sun oil, "Oh and Ron, can you bring more wine from the fridge, I only brought one bottle up and Victoria has finished that off!"

'What a cheek!' I thought to myself, I hadn't even taken a sip from my glass and I looked down at the sides of the three sun loungers and saw three empty glasses, my sisters-in-law had all drunk their wine and even though Rebecca was the youngest here, she'd emptied her glass of wine faster than the other two.

As I looked at Rebecca's empty glass her bikini bottoms fell over the top of the glass, my eyes scanned up slowly, I didn't want to look but couldn't stop myself, fortunately Rebecca was still lying face down but her bottom was totally uncovered and, this was obviously not the first time she had been naked in the sun as there were no white marks on her bottom or her back, just an all over golden tan that was set off in stark contrast by her mane of golden blond hair. Mary looked at my face, my mouth wide open and eyes almost bulging out in disbelief, and then she looked down at Rebecca.

Mary looked back at my face and said, "Victoria, you look like you're catching a little too much sun on your face!"

I didn't understand what she was on about at first, then I realised that Simon's girlfriend's nudity had caused my face to turn a beetroot colour. I tried to shake myself out of it and took a swallow from my glass of wine and just as my mouth was full, Mary dropped her bikini top to the floor at the side of her sun lounger.

Within five minutes Sarah was topless too and I was still wearing my jeans and T-shirt. I could hear the buzz of one of the farm Kawasaki six-fifty quad bikes coming up the valley; it had to be Ron, Mary's husband bringing her the sun oil and extra cold wine she had asked him for. I was surprised at that though because Ron had been involved in three accidents on the quad bike and really hated riding one off road.

When it reached the other side of the Hawthorn hedge I cleared my throat and said, "Erm girls, Ron's here, shouldn't you cover up?"

They all just laughed at me, when the oak gate swung open it was Ron stepping through the gate but not Mary's husband, it was Ron Sr our father-in-law.

Ron hefted a large cold box full of wine onto the table under the shade, "Right girls, which one of you needs oiling first?"

Mary looked from one of us to the other, "Victoria is most in need but I think you should start with Rebecca, she's got the least on!"

I had looked over at Rebecca, she had raised her upper body to smile up at Ron, I looked to him, in the few seconds that I had looked away from him he had stripped off his overalls and was now standing in a skimpy pair of Speedo swimming trunks.

Ron squirted oil into his hands and began to oil Rebecca's back, from the nape of her neck to the heels of her feet; Ron massaged sun protection oil into every nook and cranny of the young woman's body.

"Right, turn over." Rebecca rolled onto her back; my mouth went dry as Rebecca's young body rolled into view. She wasn't, as I had thought, totally denuded around her pussy mound, there was a quarter of an inch broad strip of closely trimmed pubic hair running from the end of her vaginal gash up towards her belly, the end of the strip had been shaped into a very small heart so it looked like a suede, letter 'I' with a heart shaped dot above it.

I didn't want to look but I couldn't stop myself, Ron began oiling Rebecca at her face and then quickly over her neck, when he reached her thirty-four inch 'D' cup breasts he really went to town, spending ages deeply massaging oil all over her breasts, when he oiled her areolas and nipples it looked more like he was playing with her rather than oiling her to protect her from the sun.

When Ron finally finished oiling Rebecca's breasts he oiled her stomach and lower abdomen quite quickly, rubbing oil right down to the suede heart and then he jumped quickly to her feet to oil from her toes upwards again. I have to say when Ron stopped short of her cunt, Rebecca looked very disappointed as did Sarah and Mary, they like me, were watching Ron's every move.

Ron quickly oiled his way up Rebecca's legs and as he reached closer to her vagina she opened her legs for him and his fingers slid right up to her hairless labia before slipping down to the side of her knees again, Rebecca gasped as did Sarah, Mary and I. Ron stopped using his left hand to oil and just used his right, he slipped his right hand up her inner thigh rapidly, this time he didn't stop at her labia, he rammed two fingers deep into her cunt and Rebecca gasped and arched her back off of her towel. There was no pretence at oiling now, Ron's left hand began to massage Rebecca's breasts and he was kissing her on her lips passionately as he fucked her with his fingers.

Mary leaned in and rubbed her hand over the huge lump in the front of Ron's trunks, she pulled at the front of the red Speedos and Ron's cock popped into view above the waistband and into full view of everyone. Ron gave Rebecca several climaxes, Mary told Sarah to look after Ron, Sarah slipped off of her sun lounger and sat behind Ron, she began to massage Ron's cock with her hand for a few moments, then she bent over his hip and took his cock into her mouth. I had actually stopped breathing when Ron threw his fingers up onto Rebecca's cunt but now my heart had stopped too.

I knew that oral sex happened, of course I did but I never expected to see it happen out in public and I never expected to see my father-in-law being sucked off by his son's wife. The gate opened again, Ron Jr. walked in, he had wellington boots on because he had been cleaning out a ditch, taking advantage of the drought and the lack of drain off from the fields to cut the reeds and overhanging grass. As he walked in, he looked at me, standing, fully dressed and my face bright purple. Then he looked at his father and Rebecca and Sarah, he walked over to his wife and kissed her, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple as he did.

"Hi darling, glad you could make it. Now why don't you get out of those dirty overalls and oil Sarah, looks like her back is going red."

Ron Jr. pulled Sarah away from his father and back onto her sun lounger; Mary looked over at me and said, "Hey Vicky, why don't you take over where Sarah left off with Ron?"

Mary suggesting that I took over sucking Ron's cock certainly restarted my breathing as well as my heart. I wanted to run away or dig a hole in the ground and hide, Mary was laughing at the, 'Rabbit caught in a car's head lights!' look on my face.

Ron Jr. had one hand on Sarah's breast, the other in her bikini bottoms and his tongue in her mouth. He had slipped out of his overalls but he didn't have Speedos on under his overalls, he was totally naked. Sarah gasped through a climax and as soon as her bottom lifted off of the lounger, Ron Jr. was pushing her bikini bottoms down. Mary beckoned our father-in-law over to join her on her sun lounger; he pulled his fingers out of Rebecca's cunt and slipped off of her lounger.

Ron allowed his trunks to drop to the floor as he walked over to Mary's side, as he walked around the foot of Rebecca's lounger Mary slipped her bikini bottoms down, opened her legs wide and welcomed her husband's father between her legs. Now, as I stood there, Ron was fucking Mary and his son was fucking Sarah.

A smörgåsbord of emotions had been running through my head, from disgust, through revulsion to shock and horror, now; as my eyes flicked from one fucking couple to the other, another emotion was starting to run, excitement. A cold wine glass was pressed into my hand, I looked down at the glass, a fresh glass of wine and it was being held by Rebecca, still naked and now standing so close to me that I could feel the heat from her breasts against my arm.

I hadn't realised that my first glass of wine was empty; I had been working on auto pilot, drinking wine without realising that was what I was doing. As soon as the fresh glass was in my hand I raised it to my lips, Rebecca moved in even closer, her breasts pressed into my back and she placed her lips against my ear, "Which one do you want? I've had them both before, daddy Ron is much more loving than brother Ron but brother Ron keeps going for longer.

I almost choked on the wine I was swallowing when I realised what she was saying, then I felt Rebecca's fingers pulling at my T-shirt, pulling the bottom of it out of my jeans. I felt the sun, hot against my abdomen. That feeling was so way out of my expectations, in the whole of my life before I had never had my belly exposed to the sun.

Rebecca was gathering the material of my T-shirt in her hands and exposing more and more of my upper body to the sun and to anyone who happened to be looking in our direction, not that anyone but Rebecca was actually looking at me. Rebecca had my T-shirt gathered under my chin and my wine glass was once again empty. Rebecca pulled my T-shirt over my head and then she pulled it down my arms, gathering my empty wine glass as she did.

My T-shirt was dropped unceremoniously on the floor and my wine glass taken back to the cool box for a refill, I just stood there, still watching the four members of my family fucking on the loungers. Rebecca handed me my refilled glass and as I took it and took another sip of the cold wine Rebecca kissed me on my neck sending an uncontrollable shiver through my body. While her lips were still in contact with my neck her fingers worked the belt clasp pinching my jeans against my waist.

The thought, 'What's the problem, in my bra and panties I'd still be more dressed than my sisters-in-law,' as they were all very naked, just like my father-in-law and my brother-in-law. Rebecca didn't waste any time undoing my jeans, once she had my belt unfastened, she just pulled and my jeans fell around my feet. "I can see that you're really turned on and ready for fun!" Rebecca said as my jeans passed my knees. I looked down, my panties were red cotton bikini style and the double cotton gusset was far darker than the body of my panties, caused by copious amounts of my inner lubricating juice flowing out of my cunt like a river.

As I looked down at my wet panties I felt a sudden release around my upper body as Rebecca snapped the rear clasp on my bra's back strap, because I was bent forward my bra just dropped away, now that was a different order of magnitude, now I was almost totally naked in the open air, just my soaking wet panties between me and the rest of the world.

My arms automatically came up to cover my breasts as I stood upright once again. Rebecca had the sun oil in her hands and was massaging oil into my back. For almost twenty minutes the silence of the valley had been disturbed by the pants, gasps and sexual verbalisation of my two sisters-in-law, now I was drawn to the much deeper voice of my father-in-law as he gasped and grunted to his orgasm.

I was totally drunk and very confused but even in that state I realised that Ron Sr. had taken four times longer to climax than my husband ever had, within twenty minutes of going to bed together, Johnny would have made his approach, gone through his foreplay routine, dropped his pyjama bottoms and pulled off my knickers, fucked me, climaxed into me and would have been asleep after thanking me for sex and kissing me good night.

Ron pulled his cock out of Mary's cunt; a long string of spunk joined his cock head to her cunt like a bridge until Ron pushed himself up onto his knees, then his body gave a jerk and a jet of semen flew from his cockhead and splashed down over Mary's closely trimmed pubic bush. Ron Jr. was still pounding his cock into Sarah's body; he had hooked his arms under her knees and had almost folded her in half, increasing the depth is cock went into her body and allowing him to speed up his thrusts dramatically as well as doubling the force of delivery.

A shadow fell across the fucking couple as Ron Sr walked towards me and Rebecca, he had a broad grin on his face as he walked, his semi flaccid cock swaying from side to side with each step, dropping globules of semen onto the concrete from his cock as it hit the end of each pendulous swing. "Hi Victoria, I've been waiting for years to welcome you to our family properly." Ron gathered me into his arms, Rebecca carefully took my, once again, empty wine glass before I dropped it as Ron pulled my almost naked body into his, his flaccid cock burrowing between my legs as he kissed me.

Rebecca began to pull my panties down while Ron forced his tongue into my mouth, then Rebecca reached between our bodies, took Ron's cock in her hand and began to rub his soft cockhead against my ginger bush. Even though Ron's cock was totally flaccid as Rebecca rubbed it all over my lower body semen was still oozing from the tiny eye all over my body.

Rebecca began to pull my legs apart and then, once she had my legs open enough she began to rub Ron's cockhead back and forth along my gash, trying to force his cock into my dripping wet cunt even though it was far too flaccid to enter me, well, that was until he began to inflate slightly, then, even though we were still standing and Ron had to bend his knees to get the right alignment, his cock slipped up into my body. I gasped at the feeling of a cock that didn't belong to my husband entering my body and just at that moment I heard Ron Jr. starting his own climax.

As soon as Rebecca was sure that my father-in-law's cock was stiff enough to keep itself in my cunt, she let him go and ran to Ron Jr. and Sarah's sun lounger. I was now responding to my father-in-law's kisses as well as instigating a few myself. I had never felt a cock actually grow from flaccid to fully erect inside my cunt before and as it grew I realised that it was much larger than my husband's cock. I had never looked at Johnny's cock before in my life; the light was always off when he fucked me.

My arms seemed to be wrapped around Ron's neck all by themselves, no conscious effort on my part but it was a good thing that they were as Ron suddenly dropped his hands to the backs of my knees and he lifted my legs before standing upright. Ron shook me a little and my body slid down his now fully hard cock and I gasped at my sudden fullness. The wind was knocked out of my lungs as Ron dropped the two of us down onto the sun lounger that had been designated as my lounger.

As soon as my back hit the lounger Ron began the rapid and rhythmic fucking action in my cunt, he was fucking me quicker than he had been fucking Mary earlier, he was fucking me at something like the speed that his son was now fucking Rebecca to our right. It dawned on me that Ron wasn't taking his time with me as he did with Mary, I gasped through an orgasm, my whole body shook violently, Ron wasn't making love to me, he was just trying to get himself off inside me as fast as he could, before I could come to my senses and push him away.

I fought to get my lips unlocked from his, "Don't cum in me, Johnny and me are going to try to have a baby, I stopped having my birth control implants nine months ago."

Ron kept up the power and force of his fucking as he smiled at my comment, "I know, and I've been supplying Johnny with his condoms, he's going to fuck you without a condom on Saturday, he's hoping for a March baby so that you're not carrying through the summer, he's very considerate that way, he even told me that this would be your most fertile week, I'm just doing my bit to ... Help ... Out."

On the words "Help" and "Out" Ron actually fired his spunk up into me. I began to roll from side to side, fight and struggle to get out from under him. Ron pinned me down until he had emptied his balls and then kept me pinned down until his cock finally shrunk down enough to fall out of my cunt of its own accord.

I was still struggling to get out from under Ron so that I could rush over to the pool and wash his cum out of my cunt but he just kept me pinned down while his son was still bouncing up and down on Rebecca's tight little body. Ron whispered in my ear, "I always make the first deposit in the bank of mummy's womb for my family, at least all the kids will look the same and they'll all turn out white!" Then he laughed maniacally and allowed me up off of the lounger. Ron's spunk ran like a river out of my cunt as I ran for the pool and squatted down at the edge to wash up inside my cunt.

I walked back to my clothes where they had been dropped onto the floor, I didn't put my panties on, they were soaking wet around the crotch but I did use the dry part to wipe between my legs. I stepped into my jeans but as I pulled them up I wished I'd left them off a little longer as they too were wet around the crotch. Ron Jr. was just finishing off in Rebecca as I slipped my arms into my bra and struggled to fasten the clasp at the back, "Hey Vicky, you finished already? I've only fucked two so far, I've still got plenty of juice left for you!" Ron Jr. called over to me, I looked up at him, Rebecca was already at Ron Sr's side on another lounger, her small thin body curled over Ron's hip with his cock in her mouth, trying to breathe life back into his cock.

I left the pool area and walked down the field on very shaky legs, even though I had washed myself out with cold water as I walked along Ron's spunk was running out of my cunt and forming two dark blue stripes down the insides of both of my thighs. I was fortunate that Johnny wasn't home when I got there; I was able to strip off and dump all of my clothes into the washing machine before dropping myself into a bath of hot water.

What happened at the cistern kept running through my mind, I could go to the late-night chemists and get the morning after pill, I'd just have to put Johnny off of trying for a child until the next month. Johnny was home by the time I got out of the bath, he had a bunch of flowers, a box of chocolates and a bottle of sparkling wine. I couldn't put him off, he had the bee in his bonnet about today being the perfect day to try for a baby and nothing I could say was going to put him off.

While I dressed in clothes that Johnny picked out for me to wear and drank a glass of fizz even though I was still way over the top, alcohol wise, from my morning up at the reservoir, Johnny ordered in a takeaway, Cantonese, my favourite indulgence. We ate and Johnny 'forced' more wine on me, eventually I passed out.

I woke up early the next morning, I was still wearing my dress, still wearing the stockings and suspender belt that Johnny had insisted on me wearing the night before, the 'G-string' I had been wearing, also at Johnny's insistence was missing and the pubic hair either side of my labia felt very crusty and as I rubbed my finger between my pussy lips to separate the crusted scab that held my pubic hair in place a huge snot globule of very thick semen slipped out of my cunt and slid slowly down between my arse crack.

Johnny kicked the bedroom door open and walked in with a breakfast tray in his hands, "Good morning mummy, how do you feel today? Heavily pregnant or just a little pregnant? I'm sorry that I gave you too much to drink last night but at least it gave me plenty of opportunity to make my daddy deposit in your mummy bank." Johnny laughed, a very similar laugh to the one his father had done earlier in the day when he said almost the same words to me about dropping his spunk in my cunt.

'Have I been abducted by aliens?' Flashed through my mind at the similarities between father and son and what I had been party to up at the reservoir too, surely no human family could possibly behave like that, Ron Sr. and the rest of them wouldn't have behaved so outlandishly if they had been ordinary humans.

Johnny wouldn't leave my side for the rest of the weekend, he had the best sex of his life, if I had been awake for it I probably would have agreed with him, well, if I hadn't been so thoroughly fucked by Ron Sr on the Friday morning. Johnny fucked me twice on Saturday morning, twice more during the afternoon, apart from fucking me in daylight and with no form of contraception, those four fuck sessions were just like our usual routine, a very quick foreplay to get me 'juiced-up' and a wham-bam- and thank you madam. Saturday night was a much longer session, Johnny climaxed twice into me during almost an hour of lovemaking.

Sunday was very similar apart from the break where I finally was allowed to dress like a normal woman instead of a back street whore, that was so that Johnny could take me against my will into the local church so that the priest could bless me. After the service Johnny took me to the alter and told the priest that we were trying for a baby, the priest put both of his hands onto my belly and said a prayer, the one about fertility and growth. We didn't get home before Johnny was at me again, we left the church like everyone else but they all turned left and went down the path towards the road, Johnny pulled me to the right, around the back of the bell tower and pushed me up against the back wall of the church.

It was a traditional knee trembler; I had wondered why Johnny had persuaded me to wear my most voluminous dress and wear stockings under instead of tights, I knew he was being a little kinky when he told me not to wear any knickers under my dress, sitting in church with no panties on had felt so kinky, having the priest rubbing his hands over my belly, feeling my stockings and suspender belt under my dress and working out that I had no panties in under, the priest must have known what Johnny was going to do as soon as we got out of the church. As my back was being moulded into the shape of a dozen flint corbels, I looked up at the vestry window and saw the priest smiling down at me, he was making the sign of the cross with his right hand but I think he may have been masturbating with his left.

Johnny woke me early on Monday morning, we fucked before breakfast and again after, "I think you'll be coming to the end of your fertile week about now so we'll just have to sit back after today and see what 'develops' over the next four to six weeks." I was told to get dressed, Johnny was going in to work but he wanted to take me to his parent's house on his way, he wanted me to be looked after like the queen I was to him.

My mother-in-law greeted me at the door and handled me like I was a Ming vase, she waited on me hand and foot all morning, then she got a call from one of her residents, the cottage had a problem and June had to pop over to see what the damage was and what she needed to do to fix the problem. Before she left, she phoned her husband to come over and keep me company. Ron walked in; the grin on his face almost split his head in half.

June's car wasn't out of the farmyard before Ron was pulling at my clothes, I could still hear her sport's engine whining along the back lane as Ron dropped my dress onto the floor, he was already naked and standing fully to attention. June pulled out onto the main road and gunned her car's engine as her husband's cock slipped into my vagina and he gave me an hour long fucking before he finally climaxed up into my body, once again, he held me pinned down until his seed had been given plenty of time to work its way up into my womb.

For the rest of the week I wasn't given the chance to get to the chemists for the morning after pill and by the time I was alone, it was far too late to take that option. I had my fingers crossed on the day my period was due. I could never remember praying for a period to come before; I had gone onto birth control implants at a very young age because I had so much trouble from my monthly cycle. After stopping the implants it had taken six month before I had my first bleed and that had been so mild that I didn't even get cramps but the next three monthly bleeds had become more and more painful and more and more productive.

I had the red cross in my diary, the predicted first day of spotting but nothing came, on the second day, I had expected the cramps to start but again, nothing. By the third day after the red cross Johnny brought home a pregnancy testing kit but I told him I wouldn't use it as it was only two weeks since we had unprotected sex for the first time ever.

Two weeks after my missed period, Johnny's father visited me as soon as Johnny left for work and he slipped into bed next to me, taking his son's place while it was still warm. We fucked all day long; Ron dropped about ten loads of semen into me throughout the day and he even shared my bath tub with me, leaving me at the last possible moment, in fact I heard Johnny talking to him in the kitchen as I finished off washing my body.

Johnny walked into the bathroom just as I was about to climb out of it, "Oh, there you are, my dad is in the kitchen, he thought you were out so he made his own coffee!"

"Well, I was hardly dressed to pop down and make him a coffee when he turned up was I?"

Johnny and I had sex two or three times a day for the rest of the week, Ron popped in to take up the slack at least once a day too. I took the pregnancy test two weeks later and it was positive. There was no way I could have any idea who had actually fathered my first child, my husband or his father but at least there were only two men in the sperm race. It could have been much worse as I found out once my pregnancy had been made public, Ron Jr. visited me one day for sex, then Paul, the brother-in-law between Ron Jr. and Johnny called round a few days later and finally, Simon who was only eighteen years old but he still expected sex from me.

Perhaps being part of Johnny's family wasn't going to be too bad after all, lots of fringe benefits of being part of a family with four sons in it, and not forgetting an 'ever ready bunny' for a father-in-law!

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