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Castle In The Sand [96-end]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 96

At Cindy's request, John went in for an operation to attempt to reverse
his vasectomy. It was suggested to the brides that anybody who didn't
desire to get pregnant, should probably have their tubes tied. Sheila
chose this option because of her age, Judy chose it for reasons of
personal preference. Because of Steve's vasectomy she chose not to have
any children. Mae chose this option as well, also because of age. As
did Jean.

Cindy, Theresa, Alice, Amy, Sally, Candice and Heather made the choice
to have themselves inseminated. Surprisingly all the procedures were
successful. This was followed by the natural conception of Andrea by
Bill. It was an interesting time at the silo with eight pregnant women
around. The women all swelled to seemingly gigantic proportions, even
the triplets. John's seed producing unusually large children.

John and the rest of the men and women made the expectant mothers all
feel that they were still attractive, making love to them up to the
minute that the doctors denied them further intercourse, and then
anything that would induce abdominal contractions. Even so emotions
were on the ragged edge by the time the ninth month rolled around.

Due to their small body dimensions -which got considerably bigger on
the top- and the concealed fact of multiple conceptions, the triplets
were first to deliver by Caesarian Section. Alice being the first. John
was in an utter state of shock when he learned of his twin daughters;
named Amy and Andrea. Amy came next and presented him with three sons;
named Scott, Jim and Steve. Bill started to get very nervous, but
Andrea presented him with a large healthy baby girl; named Alice.

Theresa was the first to contract natural labor pains. She presented
John with a son; named Kevin. She was followed in quick succession by
Heather, Candice and Sally, who each presented him with daughters;
named Cindy, Mae and Theresa respectively. Cindy came last, two weeks
overdue. The doctors about to put their foot down about her multiple
conception that she had hidden from John. She chose to deliver
naturally, much to her doctor's dismay and over John's very verbal and
repeated protests. She presented John with both a daughter and a son.
It almost cost her, her life. It did cost her the chance for future
children.

Through each child birth, John patiently held the women's hands as they
alternately shifted between vows of eternal love and calling him a *low
down dirty son of a bitch!* In the end all returned to their vows of
eternal love. John spent two days sitting by Cindy's bedside holding
her hand until the doctors were well satisfied that she would pull
through. He didn't want to leave then, but Sheila dragged him away
promising that she would not be unattended by her family. She held him
tenderly in her arms at a nearby hotel as he passed out from
exhaustion. Continuing to hold him and gently caress him as he slept.
Indeed, the vigil at the hospital was taken up by Catarina, Bianca and
Shannon in shifts.

John was back in twelve hours, having slept for eleven of them. Sheila
wouldn't let him return until he ate some breakfast. He was there when
Cindy regained consciousness. She suddenly squeezed his hand and opened
her eyes to look at him.

"Hey you.. Have we met?" she asked groggily. John smiled at her and
held up his ring finger, now adorned with a single gold band adorned
with fifteen emeralds. "Oh, you're married. Such a pity as you're such
a handsome gentleman," she said.

"To you. First, remember? The White House and the Lincoln Bedroom? Our
vows were read by the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court?" John said.

"Oh, yeah. That really happened? I thought it was a dream," Cindy said,
trying to smile.

"Every day since I met you has been like that for me......... Why did
you have to go and pull that fool stunt? I could have lost you," John
asked, tears rolling down his cheeks. Cindy slipped her hand out of his
and caught one on her finger, moving it to her lips. She smiled at him
and held his hand again.

"I wanted to know what it was like to give birth to your children," she
said.

"Well you almost killed yourself doing it... The doctors say you ...
can't have any more," John said, tears rolling down his cheeks. Cindy
smiled at him.

"That's okay, two was enough," she said, trying to chuckle. She winced
a bit and the doctor stepped in.

"Okay, that's enough excitement for now. She'll be fine, but she needs
to sleep," he said.

"Guess I've got to go. You get better. I love you," John said.

"..and I will love you forever. Can I have a kiss?" Cindy asked.
Despite the tubes leading from her nose, John bent and softly kissed
her lips. She slipped her tongue between their lips and then withdrew
it. John kissed her forehead and then withdrew. She was smiling at him.
Cindy was back asleep before he left he room. He didn't go far. Down
the hall to see his multiple children and other brides. The last just
getting out, the rest cycling in one at a time. At their request, the
other mothers were alternating breast feeding Cindy's children with
their own. Sometimes two at a time.

"Have you decided what to name these two darling children?" Theresa
asked, one on each of her enlarged breasts.

"I want to let Cindy choose," John replied, kissing her softly and then
each of his children on the forehead.

"Well, It's a good thing I'm producing lots of milk. Cause they sure
are hungry little darlings. You need to teach the boy the difference
between nibbling and biting though. I know *you* know the difference,"
she chuckled.

"Hard to believe I'm the father of eleven babies and godfather to
another, all within three weeks," John said.

"Well, if you didn't make such good little swimmers and pick on
innocent triplets it would have been fewer. Besides, I know for a fact
that you deserve around a thousand if you compare the normal man's sex
life with the number of children he has," Theresa chuckled.

"There is that. I'm just a little bit disappointed that none of you
conceived naturally.... from me I mean," John said.

"Yeah, but I don't mind. You've been in me often enough that I could
easily imagine how it would feel. Dandy little idea you had leaving a
sample in that bottle. No wonder it took you so long when you had your
tubes clipped. I'm amazed that you had any left for the bottle, as
active as we were then," Theresa chuckled.

"I might not have had any if it hadn't been the start of your period,"
John said, remembering.

"Considering that you probably whacked off twice in the doctor's
office, you did incredibly well later on," Theresa said.

"You were inspiring. Even in the doctor's office I was thinking of that
hot little body of yours," John said, kissing her softly again.

"Were you now? Well, it's not so little anymore," she said, looking
down at her enlarged breasts.

"And you've never looked sexier," John said.

"You can save your fibs for the triplets. I've heard your pirate story.
But I'm content. These things won't always be so humungous. The doctors
say I will get my shape back soon enough. Mostly due to your penchant
for fitness and that pool you and I built," Theresa chuckled.

"Think what you will, I think you're sexy at this moment. I'm looking
forward to a taste of that stuff myself. I'm certain that Kevin is
too," John said.

"Which one?" Theresa giggled.

"Looks to me like you handle two at once just fine," John chuckled.
Theresa chuckled and then turned back to him.

"Well, I know you have other visits to make. See you back at the silo,"
she said.

"I love you," he said.

"..and I love you. Now scoot," she said, puckering up. John accepted
the kiss, which was warm and full. Halfway through Theresa yelped a
bit. "Alright. Your father was just sampling. No need to get jealous,"
she said to the boy. That night John held each of his other children
and talked to them. For some reason they seemed to find his voice
soothing. Each was out like a light. He was almost there himself when
Amy slipped in and retrieved little Jimmy. Sheila led him to bed and
snuggled to his side. The next day Cindy was showing noticeable
improvement when John walked in. She was considerably less pale. She
was arguing with the nurse over what she could have for breakfast.

"Leave the poor girl be. Doctor says yuck food for two more days or
you'll pop your stitches. I would have thought that you'd still be full
from the wedding though," John chuckled.

"Which one?" Cindy asked, reaching for him.

"The last one. The food was okay at the first, but lacking in
quantity," John said, taking her hands and leaning to kiss her. She
balked a bit.

"They won't let me brush my teeth either," she said, glaring at the
nurse.

"So, first wife and dearest heart of mine, have you thought about what
to name our children besides *hey you, one* and *two*?" John asked.

"Yes, actually. But I'm not so sure you'll like it," Cindy said,
squeezing his hand.

"At this point I'm ready for anything. What? Poindexter and Cleopatra?"
John teased.

"No, I was thinking of Tom and Muriel," Cindy said, "But I quite like
Poindexter and Cleopatra," she chuckled.

"Tom and Muriel? I like that. We can call them Poindexter and Cleopatra
as nick names," John said.

"Not disappointed about not naming the boy John?" she asked.

"No, not when it would break up such a nice set of names. I suspect
that one of ... I mean, that I don't think the others ..." he stalled.

"Darling. I meant it when I said that two were enough for me. It
doesn't bother me at all that I can't have any more children. I never
expected to be able to have these two. I'm just thrilled to death about
them," Cindy said, squeezing his hand.

"I didn't know if you would remember that I said that. You almost were
*thrilled to death*," John said, getting misty eyed.

"Oh, don't go getting maudlin on me. I made it. I'm not going anywhere.
You're going to have to forcibly throw me out to keep me away. I told
you that once before," Cindy said.

"Alright. What I was going to say, is that I don't think the others are
through having kids yet. One of them may hang my moniker on some
unsuspecting baby yet," John said.

"Yeah, that's why I thought it would be okay to name them Tom and
Muriel. Have you seen them?" Cindy asked.

"Not since the wedding," John answered.

"Not the President and First Lady, silly! I was talking about our
children," Cindy chuckled.

"Yes, they're lovely. At least the girl. She looks like her Ma. I'm
afraid the boy is going to look like his old man," John said.

"Much worse than that could have happened. He could have ended up
resembling my father. Oh, good. Food!" Cindy said, as the nurse brought
in a tray. She set it down and Cindy looked at it. Cream of wheat with
skim milk, dry toast and filtered orange juice. "Yuck. I'd kill for a
Monte Cristo or a bagel with sun dried tomato cream cheese," she said.

"Be nice to the girl. She's only delivering the stuff," John said,
observing the nurse.

"Kind of cute, really. Want me to see if I can line you up?" Cindy
chuckled.

"No dear, my heart's stretched about as far as it can go. I have to
leave some headroom for the kids," John said.

"And two others. Well, one anyway. I'll take care of the other," Cindy
said.

"What, dear heart, are you talking about?" John asked. Cindy waited
till the nurse left, watching her cute backside retreat.

"Tom and Muriel. I think they would very much like to join us when
Tom's term is up," she said.

"I have no objection to that. We can probably use the baby sitters.
Speaking of which, have *you* seen our children?" John asked.

"Yes, love. *I* think they are *both* adorable. They let me see them
for a bit before Andrea and Candice came in to feed them. Little Tom's
getting exposed to so many nipples he'll probably turn out just like
his father," Cindy chuckled.

"Muriel's getting exposed to the same variety. She may well turn out
like her mother," John said.

"Not for the same reason she won't. I have no objection to her leaning
in that direction, but if she does so, it will be from a *natural*
inclination. She won't ever have to tolerate the shit I had to put up
with," Cindy said, sadly.

"I didn't think of that. I'm sorry," John said.

"No need. For one, I know that I won't ever have to worry about that
from you. If for no other reason than mommy dearest and her co-wives
are going to be keeping you well distracted when little Muriel come of
age. But I know I wouldn't have to worry about that anyway. She'd have
to rape you in your sleep to get you involved in that," Cindy chuckled.

"That has happened before you know...." John said, but then more
seriously, "I don't know what makes people do that sort of thing. Abuse
their children I mean."

"I couldn't say. My father never got around to explaining it before I
got the hell out. You and Theresa took me away from that and I have no
desire to go ask him now," Cindy said.

"I can understand that. I'm putting together a class on ethics for the
extension. Would you like to contribute?" John asked.

"Yes, dear heart. Anything that could help even one child avoid that
kind of hell I'd be glad to do what I can for," Cindy said.

"Hard to believe that I'm the father of eleven and the godfather of
another," John said, wearily. "Theresa attributed it to good swimmers
and the triplets. I don't understand you having two, though. Twins
don't run in my family."

"I didn't know they ran in mine. Maybe I'll do some genealogy when I
get out of here and find out where they came from," Cindy said.

"That's a good idea. In fact I'd like to do full genealogy searches for
everybody. So the kids can know exactly what their heritage is. It
might tend to get blurred with as large as our family is," John said.

"They won't be too pleased with my side of the family," Cindy said.

"I think they will be quite pleased. One bad generation doesn't spoil
things for all succeeding ones. Just take a look at you. Any child
should be proud to have you as a mother. You're smart and compassionate
and lovely. Even if your parents were a null, you got that from
somewhere," John said.

"You know darling, if I wouldn't pop a dozen stitches, I'd drag you
right into this bed with me. I'm horny as hell anyway. But as soon as
the doctor says it's cool, I want my own marathon with you," Cindy
said, pulling him to her so she could kiss his cheek.

"Deal," John said, kissing her cheek tenderly. The doctor came in.

"Okay, you two are way too hungry to be around each other any longer
today. Mr. Stevens, I know you have several other wives to go home to.
Mrs. Stevens, you are just going to have to be patient. I should have
made them stitches out of stainless steel thread," he said, chuckling.

"Patience hell, I'm gonna kill something," Cindy teased.

"That might be yourself if you got any bright ideas about dragging him
into bed with you," he said, lifting the bandage on her abdomen where
they had to go in to stop the hemorrhaging. "This is looking a bit
better. But you haven't touched your breakfast," he said.

"Yuck food. I'd kill for a bagel or a Monte Cristo," Cindy said.

"Tell you what. You eat the yuck stuff today and I'll see about a bagel
tomorrow. Maybe the Monte Cristo the next day. Okay?" he said.

"Deal," Cindy said, taking a spoonful of Cream of Wheat.

"And the other part of the bargain. You reign in your desires and be a
good girl for three weeks and then I'll allow you a mild orgasm. ONE A
DAY. If you live with that, then we'll have you back to those Spanish
spurs in a month and a half," said the doctor.

"Three weeks? I'll die! And a month and a half before I'm up to speed?"
Cindy complained.

"My dear Mrs. Stevens. It may well be news to you that you wouldn't
die. There are many, many women out there who have never experienced an
orgasm, *ever*. You are one of the lucky ones, but the fact is that you
deserve what you got. You refused a Caesarian which would have had you
back in the saddle in two weeks. So don't give me any more lip. You
still here? I told you to scoot," the doctor said, turning to John.

"Just leaving," John said, chuckling as he stood. He kissed Cindy on
the cheek, squoze her hand and departed.

"Tell you what. I'll be good if you let me brush my teeth. Then at
least I can get kissed properly," Cindy said.

"Deal, if you let the nurse chaperone you. I don't trust you," said the
doctor.

"I haven't minded being watched for a long, long time," Cindy chuckled,
forcing herself to take another teaspoon of cereal. Between visits to
the hospital, John was busy either holding babies or making
modifications to the silo to make it safer for children. He installed
locks on all the trap doors and even an electric catch on the trap down
into the pool with a closing mechanism that would swing it shut after
somebody used it.

The time passed quickly. They let Cindy feed her children after four
days, mostly so that she wouldn't dry up. Even so a nurse had to watch
the process and help hold them. Cindy stayed hungry. Not for food. She
got her bagel - without the cream cheese- and eventually her Monte
Cristo. The nurses got used to her suggestive remarks. Some were
actually scandalized by them, others actually found them flattering.
None however took her up on them.

By the end of three weeks she was ready to climb the walls. The doctor
reluctantly turned her loose. Admonishing her to take it easy. She
thought herself ready for the Spanish spurs, but John followed the
doctor's suggestions to the letter. As gently as he knew how he prodded
her over the edge of her first orgasm. Cindy felt like a chainsaw had
been taken to her gut. A quick trip in Steve's helicopter with Kevin at
the controls found her back at the hospital being examined. The doctor
pronounced her okay, if less enthusiastic about pushing the limits he
had placed on her.

After that she faithfully followed his recommended regime of light
exercise, a short swim floating on her back and lots of bed rest every
day. The next time John dared give her an orgasm, it was just minorly
uncomfortable. She continued the regime and within another two weeks
she was back to enjoying them. Two weeks later her doctor gave her
permission to try gentle intercourse. She was well ready.

In the meantime the others were well back up to speed. If anything,
they were hungrier than ever. After being informed of the names, Tom
and Muriel had come to visit the children. Muriel had stayed on for two
weeks, helping out. She really got to feel like one of the family when
she volunteered and was granted the freedom to do a load of diapers.
The others chuckled over this, but didn't tease her about it.

Muriel was happy to supply Sally with her first orgasm after her return
from the hospital. Followed by Heather. Amy and Alice supplied each
other their first. The rest were dealt with by their respective
husbands. John was trying to cover all bases while still being
attentive to Cindy. He was one night behind Muriel on the two women.
And a couple behind the two triplets. Bill and the others more than
took up the slack. Although they too were busy being fathers, besides
their day jobs, all of which took them away. Some for several days at a
time.

Poor Sheila and Judy were left to run the Second Skin empire on their
own. Except that Bianca took over many of the tasks. Mae and Catarina
handled the foreign business. Shannon was quite happy to jump in an
lend a hand most of the time, but in fact she spent a great deal of her
time at the silo helping Muriel spell-off the new mothers.

Cindy arranged for them to watch her children for a night and John
found himself booked into the Lincoln bedroom. She was nervous as a new
virgin bride. John was as gentle and caring as he had ever been. She
felt some discomfort physically, but not enough to curb her desire. Her
first orgasm from intercourse left her exhausted and happy, but a bit
concerned.

"I'm sorry I'm not as tight, love," she said, snuggled to John's side.

"I beg your pardon?" he said.

"I'm sorry I'm not as tight as I used to be," she said. John laughed.
"What?" she asked.

"It's funny you should say that. That doctor of yours got a little
enthusiastic in his stitching. You're tighter than you ever were. I was
afraid I was going to rip you again," John chuckled.

"So you still enjoy making love to me?" she asked. John sobered
quickly.

"Darling. I have never enjoyed it more. I have never loved you more
than I do at this moment. I am the happiest man on the planet," he
said, solemnly. Tears sprung from Cindy's eyes suddenly. She wept
against him and hugged him like she was trying to pull herself inside
of him.

"So we can do it again?" she managed after she was still again.

"Yes, love. Our favorite way. I want to look into your eyes," John
said, pulling her atop him. Their orgasm when it came was profound.
Cindy shuddered atop him as she gazed into his eyes and felt his seed
enter her. She lay atop him and hugged him as he gently caressed her
body. No longer the teenager that he had once known. A fully grown and
mature woman. His wife.

"I will love you forever," she said.

"As I will love you forever," he replied.
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Chapter 97

The next interval of time seemed to pass like wild fire for the silo
residents. The children grew like bean sprouts. It seemed that the
proud parents hardly blinked before the kids were running around on
their search and destroy missions.

John did his best to keep up with all of them. Each night he would make
the rounds and read a bit to them. Whether or not they understood, they
seemed to find his voice soothing. It never failed to put them out
cold. John tried to spread himself fairly between the women who didn't
have other husbands, or who's husbands were away on extended business
like Candice and Andrea.

In the meantime the mothers spelled each other off. Spending nights
together and sharing mothering duties during the day so one could slip
off for a swim or sauna. The treadmill got he least use, with all the
running they did to keep up with the children. Tom's term in office
ended. He and Muriel moved to the silo full time. The secret service
had an easy task of patrolling the outside of the silo. They weren't
allowed inside. John had a house built for them just outside the
original silo compound. Tom gave John a little bit of a break in the
fathering business. Surprisingly, he was very good at it. Muriel became
*Aunt Mur *to all the children. Tom reluctantly became *Uncle Tom*.

The children seemed to sort out and keep order between all the
interpersonal relationships. John was first *Daddy* and later *Dad* to
those children he had fathered. Little Mae seemed not the slightest
confused as she called John; *Papa John* and Jimbo; *Daddy Jim*. The
rest were *Uncle* or *Aunt* whatever. The only part that seemed at all
confusing, was that the children were all brothers and sisters, yet had
different mothers.

John began to wear down. He was now over fifty. Bill turned the
government homeless program over to his assistant -as the new
administration wasn't all that fond of him anyway- and took over John's
homeless program. Which was much easier on his married life as it was
just down the road and virtually ran itself. His presence at the silo
helped lighten John's load a bit. But John still showed signs of
wearing down. Cindy suggested that he take a break.

On a whim, he decided to complete his driving tour of the country. This
gave each of the mothers a break too, as the other wives would take
turns watching their children or child while they would join John on
the road for two weeks at a time. Even the Second Skin hierarchy began
to take breaks with him, as they were showing signs of running down.
John suggested to Cindy, Theresa and Sheila that they think about
selling off the business to the individual salons. The idea was well
received. All three now had more money socked away than they could ever
begin to think about spending. In fact, everybody was ready to take a
break.

Catarina and Bianca desired to spend more time around the children and
with John. So did Mae. As a means of supplying a local get away, John
supplied everybody with their own parcel of land by the mountains.
Meanwhile he continued his travels on the road, flying in every other
weekend so the children wouldn't forget him.

Catarina and Bianca spent a month with him on the road. A couple of
weeks later they discovered that John's vasectomy reversal hadn't been
entirely a failure. Rather than tell John about it right away, Alice,
Heather and Sally booked time with him in quick succession for two week
intervals. Candice, Theresa and Andrea all conceived from their other
husbands.

When John discovered he had additional children on the way, he was back
at the doctor's office in no time flat getting his tubes cut again.
Again he left a sample in a jar, a large one. But he was unsure of the
reason. He certainly didn't want to have any more children. Later,
Jimbo, Scott, Kevin and Bill followed his example. Steve already had
one. Tom went along just in case. A zero count being a more reliable
form of birth control than a low one.

Catarina had a boy; named John. Bianca had a girl; named Sheila.
Heather had a girl; named Judy. Sally had a girl; named Shannon. Alice
had a boy; named Bill. Candice, Theresa and Andrea all had girls. Which
was pure luck, but which filled out the roster with; Jean, Heather,
Catarina and Bianca as Andrea delivered twins, C-section again, the
others naturally.

John spent another five nights in the hospital holding hands and
another three anxiously waiting. He fathered five more children of his
own, and became godfather to another four. Making a total of twenty-one
children at the silo. The houses by the mountains helped this problem
considerably as they got older.

Somehow, the driving trip across the country never got completed. He
still worked at it though. A couple of years later he was driving down
the road when he happened to pull into the same gas station /
convenience market where he had purchased his lottery ticket. He set
the nozzle to fill his tank. Cindy was in the back, taking a nap.
Stretching, he thought he would restock his soda supply in his well
stocked motor home. The Maserati hooked to the back had a full tank of
gas already. He didn't need the bathroom as there was a fully
functional one in the motor home. Once the nozzle clicked full on his
tank, he made his way into the market. To his great surprise, the same
woman was behind the counter, now somewhat older.

"Didn't expect to find you here," John joked, stocking up on soda cans.
The woman looked at him carefully. Recognition seemed to dawn on her
face.

"You're the guy I sold that fourteen million dollar lottery ticket to!"
she gasped.

"That be me," chuckled John, setting his purchases down. The woman rang
them and the gas up and this time supplied him with a sack for the
sodas. John flipped out his platinum credit card.

"Don't see one of them very often," she mused.

"It's handy," John said. The woman ran his card and John signed the
ticket.

He was about to leave when the woman said, "Gosh, fourteen million
bucks, you'd think you'd give me a tip." John stopped and looked at
her.

"Alright. The last time I was here, you wouldn't give me the time of
day. So here's my tip; Next time a stranger walks in, don't be so damn
snooty," John said, and walked out. The woman watched him go, her mouth
open and speechless. John climbed into the motor home and Cindy came
out to join him. She put her arms around him and gave him a big kiss.
John was chuckling to himself.

"What?" Cindy asked.

"Oh, nothing. It just occurred to me that I have kids we haven't taken
fishing yet. What say we go home?" he asked.

"Fine by me. Anyplace is fine as long as I'm with you," Cindy replied.

"There's a rest stop down the road apiece, how about a little loving
first?" he asked. Cindy smiled radiantly at him. She pulled him into a
gentle kiss.

"I will love you forever," she said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The End


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