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Six Mothers by Dorsai (Mf, FF, anal, oral, preg)
Six Mothers by Dorsai
This story is the fourth in the "Jan" series. I'd suggest
that you read those before reading this one; you don't *have* to,
but with this story being part of a series, it will make a LOT more
sense
if you do.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The whole thing started when I'd been pulling Responsible Adult
duty
for my best friend, Paul, by watching out for his 3 kids while he
was
out of town on business. I'd accidentally seen his daughter, Jan,
masturbating.
After reassuring her that what she'd been doing was perfectly
normal,
I'd gone on to get her started on sex education (with Paul's
consent),
since that was something of a non-subject at the parochial school
she
and her two younger brothers went to. From there, I'd gone on to
deflower
Jan - at her request, and with Paul's permission! - but only *after*
I'd
the same thing for Jan's best friend, Kelly. Much to my surprise,
the
younger-than-I-was Kelly and I hit it off - and were soon living
together.
Not long after Kelly and I became an 'item', Kelly and Jan got
together
and organized a small party - during which I was called on to
separate
several girls from their virginity - at _their_ request. After
all the girls had graduated college and started on their careers, I
was
tapped by a client (I'm an engineer specializing in Instrumentation
and
Control systems) to scout out factory sites for them - in the
Philippines.
Kelly had accompanied me, and we'd made a new friend, Marlyn, who
had
come to the U.S. with her niece for a period of training before
going
back to serve as the factory's Public Affairs rep.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
It was a Saturday afternoon, and Kelly and I were lounging around
the
house when my home automation system, Mabel (Machine Access By
English
Language) let us know that the mailman had come.
Since Kelly was laying on top of me as the two of us necked, she
was
the one that got up and went to see what we'd gotten. When she came
back
into the living room where I was, I could see that she had an
airmail
envelope in her hand. Since we only knew one person that would be
sending
us airmail - our friend Marlyn, in the Philippines - I asked "So
what does Marlyn have to say?"
Kelly was still reading, but told me "She says that everything's
going well - she thinks the idiots that were fussing about the
factory
have finally given up. After her and Ted opened the clinic up to
anybody
that needed it, that pretty much put and end to it."
I sat up, and Kelly came over to sit on my lap - not even giving
me
a dirty look when I made a noise of complaint that I thought she was
too heavy. She knew, all too well, that I loved her, and that I was
happy
to have her on my lap any time. In a few moments, she'd settled
down,
and I was able to read Marlyn's letter over her shoulder. Marlyn
went
on to write to us that Marilyn, her biological niece and our
'adopted'
niece, was doing extremely well in school - that the school was
going to
make arrangements for her to start taking some 'advanced' courses to
help get her started and ready for college. Marilyn had had her 13th
birthday after they left, and was already scheduled to start high
school
the following academic year.
Marlyn also let us know that she'd been out on quite a few dates
with
Ted, the factory manager, and that the two of them got along very
well.
Not just professionally, but personally, too. He was rapidly
learning
to fit into Filipino society, and was learning Tagalog fairly well;
those
two facts did much to alleviate any lingering resentment there might
have been about a 'Kano' (Amerikano) running what a vocal few
thought
should have been a local factory. In the year since they'd started
production,
she'd had exactly ONE person quit - and that because his father had
died,
and he felt obliged to move back to the distant town where he'd
grown
up so he could take care of his mother. Marlyn had offered to pay to
bring his mother there and find someone to help take care of her;
the
man had been tempted, but finally decided not to accept.
When we'd finished the letter, Kelly set it on the table at the
end
of the couch we were on before standing up and gesturing that she
wanted
me to lay down. I did, and she quickly moved to lay on top of me,
facing
me. After a bit, she started playing with the few hairs I had on my
chest
- the one, sure thing she did that let me know she had something on
her
mind. I just continued to lay there, holding her, knowing that she'd
say something to me when she was ready.
Some time later, she finally looked into my face, and asked "Dan,
you remember the promise you made to me when we got married?"
I grinned, and answered "You mean about not chasing after women?
I haven't, I swear!"
She laughed - I didn't have to chase women; Jan and four of their
best
friends continued to come to spend time with us, in and out of bed -
before saying "No, you big dummy, I mean the other one."
"You mean about you having our baby?" I asked, knowing full
well that was what she'd meant in the first place. Before she'd
agreed
to marry me, she'd told me that she wanted to have a baby -
specifically,
MY baby.
Looking at me closely, she said "Yes, that's the one. Did you
really
mean it?"
I looked her in the eyes and answered "Kelly, I meant that more
than anything I've ever said. Why?"
Visibly relieved, she lowered her head and said "I've been
thinking
about it, and neither one of us is getting any younger. We made
enough
money from that job with Marlyn that we don't have to worry if one
or
the other of us can't work for a while - or ever again, for that
matter."
I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head up so she could
see
me as I asked "Are you trying to tell me that you think this is
the time, then? That you want us to go to the doctor, so you can
have
a baby?"
Slightly nervous, she nodded, and I simply told her "Then that's
what we'll do, then. I know how important this is to you, Kelly -
and
it's important to me, _because_ it means so much to you."
I could see the relief on Kelly's face when she said "Really? You
don't want to wait, or anything?"
I lifted my head to kiss the tip of her nose and answered "Yes,
really. I thought about saying something before, but I didn't want
to
rush you; so I've just been waiting for you to let me know when YOU
were
ready. You're ready now. That's all that matters to me. Monday, I'll
call the doctor and see what has to be done, and make any
appointments
that are necessary."
Kelly's eyes filled, and I gently wiped away a tear that escaped
before
she told me "Oh, I love you so much!", the depth and sincerity
of her words reminding me - as if I needed it! - of why I loved her
as
much as I did.
We lay there like that for a long time, perfectly content to just
BE
with each other - touching, but not feeling any need to talk or
anything
else.
Later, when we went to bed, I felt Kelly snuggle up to my side
before
starting to trace her fingers across my chest. Talking to my left
microphone
(nipple), she said "Are you really going to be okay with me being
pregnant? I mean, you're not just agreeing to this because you think
you _have_ to, are you?"
I gave her a small hug and answered "Yes, I'm really okay with
it - I know how much it means to you, so it's important to ME, too.
And
no, I'm not agreeing to it just because I think I have to - if
anyone
is going to have my kids, I want it to be YOU - the person I love
most
in the world."
Kelly looked up at me, and saw that I was entirely serious - and
that
I DID love her, more than anything or anyone else. She smiled at me
in
a way that let me know the feeling was mutual.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The following Monday, I called the doctor's office where I'd had
the
snip-snip done; to my surprise, I got a call back from the doctor,
and
after a little consultation with Kelly, made the necessary
appointment.
It was just over a month later when Kelly and I were in one of
the doctor's
exam rooms. As we waited, Kelly told me "I can't believe that you
went to a *woman* doctor for a vasectomy!"
I grinned and answered "It was toward the tail-end of my
marriage;
my ex-wife and I were having so many problems that this was the
closest
I'd been to having sex in weeks." - and got a smile in return.
I hadn't talked to Kelly a lot about what life had been like with
my
first wife; not from being unwilling to talk about it, but simply
because
it was such a painful experience, and I didn't want to be one of
those
guys that's always bitching about how rotten an ex-wife was. Kelly
still
had some idea of what life between us had been like, though - and
knew
that I'd gotten the vasectomy because my first wife had told me that
she wanted a baby so she'd 'have something to play with' - something
that had sent chills down my spine.
Kelly still knew, however, that it hadn't been a happy marriage;
and
steadfastly refrained from asking me the million and a half
questions
I figured she probably had.
We'd waited only a few minutes when the doctor, Francine Cole,
came
in and sat down to talk with us. Her first question was to me,
asking "So,
Dan, this is the woman that you're going to let have your baby?"
I laughed, and answered "I have to - she made me promise she
could
before she'd agree to marry me."
The doctor turned to Kelly and said "I knew both of them - Dan
and his wife Elizabeth. Or, as I referred to her, Beelzebub. Knowing
Dan, he probably hasn't said much about her, but I can assure you
that
it is a _very_ good thing that she never had children with him."
Kelly looked at me, then back to the doctor, and said "No, he
doesn't
talk about her much. But from the little he HAS said, I expect
you're
probably right."
Dr. Cole then started to explain to us what was going to happen
that
day. First, they had retrieved one of the semen samples I'd left
before
the vasectomy, and they were thawing it out while she was talking to
us. Then they'd 'clean' the semen to eliminate any dead or inactive
sperm
cells. Finally, she would put the semen in a syringe with a long,
thin
tube instead of a needle that would be 'threaded' through Kelly's
cervix,
and then 'inject' the semen directly into Kelly's uterus, maximizing
the chances of one of them coming in contact with the egg that Kelly
was about to release from one of her ovaries: the appointment had
been
set for just before the midpoint of Kelly's menstrual cycle, when
she
would most likely be releasing an ovum to be fertilized.
Neither of us had any questions for her, so Doctor Cole told
Kelly to
remove the slacks she was wearing, and any undergarments, and get up
on the table. Kelly didn't hesitate in the slightest to do just as
the
doctor told her. As soon as she was positioned and had her feet in
the
stirrups, the doctor draped a 'modesty sheet' across her hips and
pelvis,
then let her lab people know she was ready. It wasn't but a minute
later
that someone knocked on the door; when the doctor answered it,
someone
handed her a small tray without coming inside.
When she turned back, Dr. Cole told Kelly "I know that that's a
pretty embarrassing position to be in; that's why I keep the number
of
people coming in and out of the room to a minimum."
Kelly gave her a wry smile and answered "And I appreciate it!" -
and getting an answering smile from the doctor.
I was assigned to sit next to Kelly, facing her head, where I
could
hold her hand as the doctor took care of things. I had Kelly's hand
in
mine and we were looking at each other when I saw her squint
slightly.
I asked "Are you okay?" and she told me "It didn't hurt
or anything - it was just uncomfortable there, for a second."
Behind me, I heard the doctor tell her "That sometimes happens.
I didn't tell you about it because if it's going to happen, warning
the
woman ahead of time only seems to make it worse."
Kelly lifted her head long enough to tell her "No, really - it
didn't hurt. And now that I think about it, I can't even say that it
was uncomfortable; I guess it was more that it was something so
different
than what I've felt before, is all."
I could hear the doctor moving the modesty sheet before she stood
up
and said "Well, it's done, anyway. Everything went as smooth and
easy as it could have."
I turned around to look at her, and she told us "Dan, you've got
really good swimmers - I had a look at them under the microscope
just
before I came in here. As long as Kelly ovulates in the next day or
two,
as I fully expect she will, then you're all set." She hesitated
a moment, then said "Normally, I tell couples to go home and have
sex, just to make sure the bond is there between them. But seeing
how
you two are with each other, I don't have to worry about that.
Besides,
I somehow think that you two don't have to be told to make love,
anyway!" -
the last part with a grin.
Setting the syringe on the tray, she then picked up the entire
collection
of things that had been brought in. She turned to us and said "You
can get dressed, and leave whenever you're ready, Kelly. If you want
to lay there for a few minutes, though, it will help the semen get a
little closer to your Fallopian tubes and get things going." before
leaving and closing the door behind her.
Kelly and I looked at each other, and I could see the joy in her
face
at the idea that she was finally getting the chance to have a child
with
me. I didn't even have to ask - we just waited there a full ten
minutes
before Kelly said she was ready to get up and leave. On the way out,
we made an appointment for the next month, figuring that either
Kelly
would 'catch' and we'd need to confirm that fact, or to have another
try.
From the doctor's office, we went directly home - my (our)
secretary
had been told that we probably wouldn't be back to the office that
day,
and knew that if we didn't show up, she was to close the office when
she was ready to go home.
Back at home, we'd barely gotten the door closed behind us before
Kelly
was plastered against my front, pulling my head down for a kiss as
she
rubbed her breasts against me.
When she turned loose of me, I looked at her with one eyebrow
raised;
she blushed and told me "Just knowing that I'm getting pregnant
with YOUR baby makes me *so* horny!"
I laughed and told her "I guess we'll just have to do something
about that, won't we?"
Kelly laughed back before saying "I was hoping you'd say that..."
before
stepping back and beginning to undress - slowly, teasing me as she
did
it, as she started walking back toward our bedroom.
I followed her - both toward the bedroom, and in undressing.
Between
the two of us, we left a clear trail of clothing from the front door
toward the bedroom.
When we got inside the bedroom, Kelly turned and wrapped her arms
around
me as she pressed her naked body against mine. I could feel the hard
tips of her breasts pressing into my chest as her pubic fleece
brushed
against my leg. Between us, my semi-erect penis was pressing against
her belly with the head of it just brushing the upper fringe of her
thatch.
Feeling her smooth, firm body rubbing against mine, it didn't
take long
before I could feel myself beginning to respond to the stimulus she
was
providing. She could feel it, too, because she only redoubled her
efforts.
About the time that it started to get distinctly uncomfortable
having
my erect penis bent down where it was wedged between us, Kelly
stepped
back again and looked down to where it was waving in the air. She
clapped
her hands together and announced "Oh, _goodie_! That's *just* what
I need!"
Taking me in her hand, she led us over to the bed before turning
around
and sitting on it. I started to move next to her, but she just put a
hand on my hip and held me in position. As I looked down at her, she
leaned forward and took nearly half my length into her mouth.
I felt her tongue begin snaking its way around my manhood as she
slowly
took more and more of my penis into her mouth.
Much to my amazement, she didn't stop where she usually did; in
fact,
she didn't stop until her nose was pressed against my belly and her
lips
were touching my pubic hair: she was, for the first time ever,
actually
deep-throating me. I could feel the muscles in her throat clenching
around
the head of my penis, and the sensation of it was incredible -
particularly
when it was accompanied by the suction she was applying to the rest
of
me.
After a few seconds, she pulled her head back a bit, and I could
hear
as she drew a deep breath through her nose before taking me all the
way
in again.
It didn't take but a dozen such efforts by Kelly before I thought
I'd
blow my load; I duly informed Kelly of that fact, and only got a big
grin from around my penis as she kept going. I knew that she really
wanted
me to cum in her mouth when she reached up to begin dragging her
fingernails
along my scrotum, and the insides of my thighs. That was pretty much
all it took: not more than a minute later, and I felt my balls pull
up
as I got ready to unload what I was sure was going to be every drop
of
cum I had in my body. Kelly felt my balls tighten, and pulled her
head
back far enough so that only the end third of my penis was in her
mouth
- just in time to receive the first of several jets of semen that
fired
out the end of my dick as though they were being launched from a
fire
hose. I could only stand there gasping at the intensity of it as I
continued
to empty myself into Kelly's mouth, feeling her tongue swirling
around
the head of my penis, stimulating me more than I thought I *could*
be.
Finally, it got to the point where I didn't have anything left to
give
- my penis was twitching as though I was still coming, but nothing
was
coming out.
With a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile on her face, Kelly let me
fall
from her lips - which she licked - before looking up to tell me
"I've
wanted to do that for a long time, but never had the nerve to try it
- until now. Letting me have your baby has made me SO happy, I knew
that
I could actually _do_ it this time. It was kind of weird, feeling
you all the way in my throat, but it was pretty sexy, too. I don't
think
I need to ask if you enjoyed it!" - that last followed by her
pointedly
licking her lips again before swallowing.
Standing there on shaky legs, I could only look at her for a few
seconds
before saying "Oh, yes, I enjoyed it - a whole lot more than I
thought
I could." I didn't say anything about the rest of what she'd said
- Kelly and I knew each other well enough by then that I *knew* she
hadn't done it out of anything like gratitude, or as any kind of
'reward'.
Rather, she'd done it because she was happy, and wanted ME to be as
happy
as she was - and chosen that way of accomplishing her goal. On
another
day, she might have made a cheesecake for us (my favorite dessert),
or
bought me some little gadget or 'toy' that I'd mentioned. Other
times,
I'd done similar things for her: breakfast in bed, giving her a
single
flower simply because I loved her, and so on.
Grinning at me, Kelly finally guided me to sit on the bed, then
on to
lie on my back so she could curl up next to my side. With her head
on
my shoulder and one leg thrown across mine, she let her arm rest on
my
belly.
I put my arm around her, and gave her a small hug before kissing
the
top of her head and telling her "Kelly, I love you - a lot more
than I could ever tell you. I know you want a baby with me, and I'm
GLAD
you do. I've wanted kids, too - but always been afraid of being able
to raise them properly. But now that I have you, I know that's not a
problem: if we love our child even *half* as much as we
love each other, he - or she - will be just _fine_."
Kelly looked up at me and smiled before asking "You don't care
if it's a boy or a girl?"
"Not even a little bit. What's important to me is that it's OUR
child. As long as all the parts are there, and they work, then the
rest
of it isn't worth worrying about."
Kelly gave me another smile before laying her head on my shoulder
again.
After a bit, I heard her ask "And what about me? Are you still going
to love me even when I get fat and everything?"
I hugged her again and answered "Kelly, you're not going to get
'fat'. You're going to have OUR BABY growing inside you. But to
answer
your question, yes - I'll still love you, even when you get swollen
up
like a blimp, start having all those hormones and things sloshing
around
making you cry one minute and screaming mad the next. I'll love you
when
you can't see your feet, but you know they're there because you can
feel
how swollen they are. I'll love you when you're old and gray, even.
Kelly,
I will love you *always*."
When I finished, I could feel something warm hit my chest; it
took me
a second to realize that she was crying. I didn't understand why
until
she told me "Oh, Dan! You're so sweet - sometimes I love you so
much it almost hurts! And I have to wonder what I did that brought
you
into my life; I'd try to bottle it, and GIVE it away so that other
people
could find out what it's like to be as happy and loved as I am!"
I kissed her on top of the head again, and the two of us lay like
that
until we both eventually fell asleep.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
It was a couple of weeks later, and I was in the kitchen getting
breakfast
ready when Kelly came in and told me "It worked."
Being a little distracted, I asked "What worked?", not really
paying attention.
"The visit to the doctor. It worked - I'm pregnant."
I damn near dropped the kettle I was holding, but managed to set
it
down before I turned to look at her. I could see a trace of fear in
her
eyes, now that she was faced with the fact of it, and worried what
I'd
do and say. I walked over to her and took her in my arms and hugged
her
before saying "I'm glad, Kelly. You're going to have OUR baby."
That was all she needed, and I felt her wrap her arms around me
and
start crying into my chest in a combination of relief and happiness.
When I finally let her go, she stepped back and told me "My
period
should have started a few days ago, and I've been using one of those
early pregnancy tests every morning; the last couple of mornings,
its
shown 'positive'."
I cupped her face in my hands, and told her "Good. From now on,
the ONLY thing we worry about is making sure that you're okay. When
we
see the doctor next week, we find out from her what you can and
can't
do, and when. She's a urologist, though, so we'll have to get you an
obstetrician - and you WILL do what the doctor says, right? I don't
think
either one of us wants to take *any* chances with OUR
baby."
Looking into my eyes, she nodded. I could see on her face that
she was
delighted that it had happened so soon - and, I think, a little
worried
about what the future might hold.
Taking her by the hand, I guided her over to a seat at the dining
table
and told her "Now, you just sit there, and I'll take care of
breakfast.
Remember, you're eating for two, now!"
She started to protest, but I cut her off by simply kissing her
and
letting her know just how much she meant to me. When our lips
parted,
I could see that I'd gotten my point across from the delighted smile
on her face.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Doctor Cole was pleased to be able to confirm Kelly's pregnancy
the
following week. She got in touch with Kelly's regular gynecologist,
and
the two of them came up with a couple of obstetricians they thought
Kelly
would like. Doctor Cole told Kelly about both of them, and when
Kelly
had chosen one, made an appointment for her.
When we were done, I saw Doctor Cole whisper something to Kelly,
and
saw Kelly's shocked expression; but figuring if it was anything I
needed
to know, one or the other would tell me, I didn't say anything about
it.
When we got home that night, Kelly started calling the others -
Paul
and the boys, Jan, Sandra, Robyn, Susan, and Candice - to try and
get
things set up for a small celebration. The next day, we also invited
my secretary and her husband over, as well.
When the day came for the celebration - we'd opted for a cookout
in
the back yard - everyone had a great time. Candice had been able to
fly
in and stay with Susan for a couple of days on her way to do a story
for the newspaper she worked for, so we had everyone there that
could
make it. We'd already sent a letter off to Marlyn, letting her know
the
good news.
Everyone was sitting around the table in the back yard when Kelly
stood
up and announced "I've got some special news that we wanted to share
with all of you."
Having everyone's attention, she went on to tell them "The
special
news is that I'm pregnant. I'm six weeks along."
My secretary, Sarah, and her husband Al, along with Paul and the
boys,
all thought it was great - it was Jan and the others that had
expressions
of bafflement on their faces. The girls all knew that I'd had a
vasectomy,
so they were trying to resolve two apparently incompatible facts:
either
I had gotten Kelly pregnant despite the vasectomy; or Kelly had
gotten
pregnant by someone else, despite her dedication to me. It was Kelly
that solved the conundrum for them by saying "We used a sample Dan
left before his operation."
With the mystery cleared up, all five of them were even more
enthusiastic
about congratulating us than the others had been. Paul and Al both
gave
me a hard time about it taking so long (little did they know!) and
what
I was in for (dirty diapers, baby vomit, and the like), while Sarah
was
in a huddle with the girls explaining to them what to expect during
Kelly's
pregnancy.
Later, after everyone had left, Kelly told me that Sarah had
talked
to her about some of the things that she could expect to go through
as
the pregnancy progressed. She went on to say "I know that I haven't
wanted to make love with you very much, Dan, and you've been a dear
about
it. Sarah told me that _that's_ part of it, too - at least, in
the first few months. After that, she said that I'd likely feel more
'amorous' for a few months before I didn't feel like it again."
I smiled and told her "It's okay, dear. I don't imagine *I'd* be
feeling too frisky, either, going through what you have these last
few
weeks!"
Kelly came over and hugged me before saying "Well, I just want
you to know that I've taken care of it. Just because *I* don't
feel up to it, it doesn't mean that YOU should have to suffer. Jan
or
one of the others is going to come over every couple of nights and
stay
with us, so you'll have someone to make love with, if you want to.
In
fact, Candice will be over here in a couple of hours."
Kelly and I had always welcomed the any of the girls that had
come over,
whether it was just to visit, or for a little fun and frolicking;
that
she'd made arrangements for them to come over for the explicit
purpose
of being available to me for sex almost literally floored me: I
could
only stand there for several seconds before I told her "Kelly, that
_really_ wasn't
necessary. I love you, and the rest of them come over often enough
that
even if WE didn't make love, I'd be able to wait. You didn't have to
make any kind of special arrangements for them to come over here
just
to take care of me that way." - the last bit with a note of
displeasure
in my voice.
Kelly answered "I don't doubt that you could - but I didn't see
any reason why you should *have* to, is all." From
the tone of her voice, I knew that Kelly was a bit upset at my
response.
"And that's my point, Kelly - it's not a case of 'having' to. You
know full well that I'm not one of those guys that lives with his
crotch.
I love you, more than anything else, and it is *not* a
problem for me not to make love with you, for _any_ reason" I
answered, calmly.
"Dammit, Dan! That's what *I'm* trying to tell _you_!
I KNOW it's not a 'problem' for you - and I don't WANT it to become
one!
THAT's why I asked Jan and the others if they minded coming over! As
much as I like to make love with you - at least, when I'm not
pregnant
with YOUR baby! - I know that you like to make love with ME, too;
and
I just don't see any reason that you shouldn't be able to make love
with
someone, even if it's not ME!" Kelly was getting visibly agitated,
if not outright angry.
"Kelly, what is our love and relationship all about, then, if you
feel like you have to ask our friends and lovers to come into our
home
and 'take care' of me, even though I didn't do or say _anything_ to
indicate I was unhappy about that part of our marriage?" I was
starting
to get a little testy, myself, by that time.
Kelly was clearly enraged when she replied "Well, I guess it's
certainly not about _appreciating_ it when one of us tries to
do something for the other one!" before she roughly brushed her
way around me and headed for our bedroom. A moment later, I heard
the
door slam, leaving me wondering what the hell had just happened.
Kelly
and I had had disagreements before, but had _always_ been able
to resolve them calmly and amicably. Unless I missed my guess, we'd
just
had our first 'fight', and I didn't like it - not even a little bit.
Still, I wasn't about to follow her into the bedroom and try to
find
out what the hell was going on - not so much from pride, but from a
reluctance
to take the chance of further aggravating the situation. Instead, I
turned
and headed for the den, where I turned the TV on before sitting down
and not watching it as I thought about what had just happened
between
the two of us.
I was still sitting there when Mabel let me know that someone was
at
the door; the video camera showed that it was Candice. I quickly got
up and went to let her in; when she came in and looked around for
Kelly,
I explained to her about the confrontation between us, and what had
happened.
She looked at me in surprise, and said "An argument? You and Kelly
actually _argued_? I can't believe it!", then a moment later,
added "Still, I guess it's not all THAT much more of a surprise
at having her ask us to come over and sleep with you. I know how
much
she loves you, and I *never* thought I'd hear her ASK
us to come over just to make sure you were getting enough sex!"
"Then I guess you can figure out how surprised _I_ was when
she told me about it", I replied, with a wry grin.
Candice looked at me and gave me a small smile before saying "I'd
better go in there and find out what's going on - this isn't like
her *at
all*!"
I nodded, and Candice headed down the hallway toward the bedroom;
I
heard her knock, a brief discussion, then the door open and close as
she went in to talk to Kelly. With nothing else to do, I went back
to
sit down and not watch the TV.
It was maybe a half hour later when I heard the bedroom door
open; then
I saw Kelly and Candice coming into the den. Candice looked calm,
but
Kelly was a wreck: I could see that she'd been crying (something
that
hurt me deeply, just to see). I stood up and went over to take her
in
my arms, and when I did, she wrapped her arms around me as she
started
crying again. A little baffled, I looked over at Candice, who just
indicated
that Kelly would take care of it.
After she'd calmed down again, Kelly stepped back and told me "We
have to talk, Dan. Well, actually, _I_ have to talk. If you're
not too mad at me, I want to sit next to you on the couch."
"Kelly, I will NEVER be mad at you. I'd be delighted to have you
next to me on the couch" I answered, before leading the way. Once
seated, Kelly snuggled into my side and pulled my arm around her
before
tucking her head into my shoulder. I listened carefully as she told
me "Dan,
I'm really, _really_ sorry. I asked Candice and the others to
come over here to make love with you, and I not only didn't have to
do
that, I *shouldn't* have done it. And when you tried to
tell me that you love me whether we make love or not, I got mad at
you
and said things to hurt you. I'm sorry, and I hope you can forgive
me."
I answered "Kelly, there's nothing to be sorry about. If - IF,
mind you! - you made a mistake, you made it because you love me. I
can't
be upset with you about that. I didn't understand it, and I probably
didn't express myself properly, and we started misunderstanding each
other. So I'm probably as responsible as you are."
Kelly looked up at me and said "You're a dear, trying to take the
blame like that - but you don't have to. Tell him, Candice."
I looked over at her, and Candice told me "When I got in there,
she already knew that you hadn't done anything wrong. She was crying
because she couldn't figure out why SHE started it by asking all of
us
to come over here. I couldn't figure it out, either - so we finally
called
her obstetrician. We didn't tell her *exactly* what the
problem was, but she told us that it was almost certainly because of
all the hormones and everything changing around because of Kelly's
pregnancy.
She said that it was pretty common for women to do things that they
ordinarily
wouldn't. She also told us that this probably isn't going to be the
only
way she reacts; almost anything can cause her to have almost any
kind
of inappropriate reaction - it depends on what hormone and chemicals
are in her system at the time. She did say that the *worst* of
it should be over in a few more weeks - but that it would probably
continue
all the way through the pregnancy, just not as bad."
Understanding what had happened, I put my hand under Kelly's chin
and
tilted her head up so I could look into her eyes and tell her "So
it wasn't anything you had ANY control over. So there's no reason
for
me to be upset or angry with you, and no reason for you to feel
bad -
you didn't have any more control over it than you do your heart
beating.
Now, BOTH of us know that things like this are going to happen, and
we
can try to be ready for them. I think it'll be harder on you than me
because at least *I* don't have all those hormones and
things sloshing around, and YOU _do_."
Kelly looked into my face, and started crying before she put her
arms
around me and gave me a fierce hug. When she released me, I told her
"If
our baby is this much trouble NOW, can you imagine what we're in for
when he or she is actually _born_?" - and after a second,
got a big smile from Kelly as she shook her head and answered "If
he - or she - comes out anything like you, we'll be FINE." before
pulling my head down to give me a kiss.
Across from us, Candice sighed and said "I know how much you love
me, Dan - and when I see how you are with Kelly, it just makes me
realize
how much more you love HER."
Kelly turned to look at her and said "Sometimes, I forget how
much
he loves me. Then he goes and says something like that, and I
remember
how lucky I am all over again." A few moments later, she added "I'm
sorry if I hurt you or made you embarrassed by asking you to come
over
here like that. If you don't want to stay here, for _whatever_
reason,
please don't think that you HAVE to. And I'm going to tell the
others
the same thing."
Candice laughed and said "Do you really think that I would have
passed on a chance to stay with the two of you? As much as I love
both
of you? Of *course* I'm going to stay! And I'll be MORE
than happy to make love with Dan, if he wants - and you, too, Kelly,
because I *want* to!"
Kelly pulled my arm from around her, and went over to Candice,
where
she leaned over and kissed our friend and lover. It took only a few
moments
before each had a hand on one of the other's breasts as they engaged
in what was obviously a deep and mutually loving kiss. When they
finally
came up for air, Kelly turned to look at me and say "Dan, I think
we should show her just how much we've missed her since the last
time
she was here."
I smiled and said "I think you're right" before getting up
and giving Candice a kiss of my own. When our lips parted, Kelly
took
one of Candice's hands and I took the other, and together we walked
with
her back to our bedroom.
Inside, two of us took turns undressing the third until all of us
were
naked. Holding hands, we walked over to the bed and laid down, with
Kelly
and I bracketing Candice.
As I always did after not seeing her for a while, I couldn't help
but
marvel at Candice's beauty.
She had changed the style of her platinum blonde hair; she was
wearing
it in a French braid. Her beautiful gray eyes were still enough to
break
any man's heart; her lips were full, pink, and moist. She had a pair
of half-grapefruit sized breasts capped with dark pink nipples that
were
roughly the size of half-dollars; each peaked with nipples the
diameter
of a large Crayon and perhaps half an inch long when erect - as they
were then. Lower down, she had a smooth, flat belly that flowed into
a pair of trim, strong legs. Between, her pubic area was the same
color
as the hair on her head, longish and wispy.
As Candice and I began to kiss, Kelly started kissing Candice's
body
- starting with her breasts, and slowly working her way lower and
lower.
As Kelly got closer to Candice's mons, our lover opened her thighs,
spreading
them to make room for Kelly. When Kelly's head finally dipped
between
Candice's thighs, I heard Candice release a moan of pleasure and
arousal.
While I was kissing Candice, I was also playing with her
breasts - softly
caressing them, gently pulling on her nipples, and so on. While I
was
busy with Candice's upper half, Kelly was busy with her lower half:
I
could hear the soft, liquid sounds as Kelly licked and sucked on
Candice's
labia and clitoris.
After a while, Candice pulled her lips away from mine to tell me
"Dan!
I want to do you - please!"
It took me only a second to realize that she wanted to use her
mouth
on me; I quickly moved to straddle her chest so that she could lift
her
head slightly and take me into her mouth. It wasn't but a minute
before
she had me fully erect, her eyes reflecting her pleasure and desire
as
I felt her playing with her breasts behind me. As time went by, I
could
tell that Kelly's actions were having an effect on her; I could also
tell that Candice was deliberately avoiding bringing me to climax. I
understood why when she suddenly pulled her head back, releasing me
with
a soft 'pop', as she cried out from the climax that Kelly had
brought
her to.
As she continued to gasp and moan, Candice's orgasm slowly
tapered off,
leaving her flushed and panting. A couple more minutes, and she'd
recovered
enough to tell us "Kelly! I want to do you, too! And Dan, would
you make love with me, too?"
Kelly and I were both more than willing to comply with her
wishes; it
was but a few seconds before we'd rearranged ourselves accordingly:
Candice
was on her hands and knees, her face buried buried between Kelly's
thighs
as I positioned myself behind her. Looking down, I admired the way
her
thin labia were separated, the area between glistening with her
oils;
at the top of her cleft, I could see her pea-sized clitoris peeking
out
from under its hood.
I took hold of myself, and slid the head of my erection between
her
vaginal lips - moving it up and down several times to wet it with
her
lubrication before I positioned it at her entrance. Pressing myself
forward
slightly, I felt her tight opening begin to open to me as she
relaxed
herself to let me in. A little more pressure, and I was through:
accompanied
by a gasp of surprise and pleasure, I felt myself slide into
Candice's
hot, tight sheath a couple of inches. I pulled back a little to make
sure I stayed wetted with her oils, then eased myself further into
her
- stopping only when I felt the friction was too great. I stopped,
backed
out a bit again, and finished filling her with my manhood, followed
by
her groan of arousal and satisfaction.
Leaning over a bit, I could see that Candice was industriously
applying
herself to licking and sucking on Kelly's labia and clitoris; the
aroma
of Kelly's excitement was thick in the air.
I was brought back to the task at hand by Candice wriggling her
hips
to let me know she wanted me to start moving in her. Ever the good
host,
I did as she bid, and began slowly pistoning in and out of her
tight,
wet channel. In only a couple of minutes, I was moving in her in a
steady
rhythm that I could tell pleased her: her moans of pleasure and
arousal
steadily increased in frequency and volume with each penetration of
my
manhood.
A little longer, and I could hear Kelly release a soft cry as she
was
overtaken by an orgasm; Candice continued to stimulate her for a
bit,
obviously making Kelly's climax both more powerful, and longer.
Still,
Candice finally raised her head, turning to look at me before saying
"Oh,
Dan, that feels so good! I've missed you so much!"
I leaned forward a bit so the two of us could kiss before I
reached
under her to cup her breasts in my hands. I continued to slide in
and
out of her, feeling the rocking of her body dragging her nipples
across
my palms, making them longer and harder. Without the 'distraction'
of
pleasing Kelly, Candice was free to focus on what I was doing to
her,
and what she was feeling. It was only a few more minutes, and I felt
her begin to tighten around me even more as she got close to her
release.
A few more thrusts, and it happened for her - with a loud cry, she
threw
her head back as I felt her vagina begin to clench around me in time
with the spasms I could see coursing through her body.
As Kelly had said, it *had* been a while since the two
of us had made love; the feeling of Candice's hot, wet sheath
clasping
at me as she orgasmed was more than enough to push me into my own
climax.
After a couple of long, slow strokes, I pressed myself as deeply
into
her as I could go before feeling the first wad of cum erupt from my
penis.
Candice cried out again, in apparent response to the feeling of
my jism
flooding her insides; and her vagina began clenching around me
again,
even harder than before. I responded by gently pinching and pulling
her
erect nipples, doing my part to return the kindness she'd shown
Kelly.
Finally, though, it was too much for her: Kelly barely had time
to roll
out of the way before Candice all but collapsed on the bed. The only
thing that kept her from falling flat was the fact that I had my
hands
on her hips, and was able to hold her steady while Kelly got clear;
then
Kelly moved to help me get her prone on the bed. Along the way, my
softening
penis pulled free, releasing a small flood of cum and Candice's oils
to begin running down the inside of her thigh. As I held Candice,
Kelly
went into the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a damp
washcloth,
which she used to clean us up - first Candice, then me.
After she'd put the washcloth in the laundry hamper, Kelly came
back
and laid down on the other side of Candice from me so that two of us
could hold her. Both of us knew that Candice almost always had very
powerful
orgasms - powerful enough that she was usually in a dazed state for
several
minutes afterward. All of us thought it amusing that we had to be
careful
NOT to give her orgasms that would leave her virtually catatonic for
minutes on end.
It wasn't but a couple of minutes before Candice started to show
signs
of life again; when she did, Kelly took over holding and comforting
her
while I went to get snacks and drinks for all of us. By the time I
got
back, she was sitting up - still a trifle dazed, but apparently
recovering
quickly.
I distributed ham sandwiches and sodas all around before getting
back
into bed with them. A minute or so later, drawn by the smell of the
food,
Cat showed up - and proceeded to take up residence on Candice's lap,
purring furiously as Candice used one hand to rub Cat's ears while
holding
her sandwich with the other.
When we'd finished nourishing and rehydrating ourselves, we
continued
to stay on the bed, talking casually about all that had happened
since
the last time we'd been together. Finally, we felt ready to get up
and
take a group shower before heading for bed - to sleep.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The next few weeks went by relatively quietly. Jan or one of the
others
DID come over every few days, spending the night with us. Sometimes,
all of us made love; sometimes it was just me and whoever was
staying
with us - Kelly would go to the other bedroom, at her insistence, so
as not to 'inhibit' us. It was during one of those nights that I
found
out that the girls were coming over not so much to make love, but to
simply BE there for us: to play peacemaker if Kelly had one of her
'fits'
(she did have some), or to try and settle her down if one of her
mood
swings took her too far (as also happened several times). Through it
all, though, we all loved her and supported her as best we could -
and
bitched, infrequently, only amongst ourselves.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
After her body chemistry pretty much settled down, Kelly's libido
came
back - with a vengeance. When that happened, I was _glad_ the
other girls were coming over - it gave me a chance to rest!
The big excitement came when I went with Kelly for an ultrasound
toward
the end of her 3rd month.
Kelly was on the exam table and I was sitting next to her so both
of
us could watch the screen of the ultrasound machine. Kelly was
looking
at the screen closely, and finally asked "Uh, am I not looking at
this right, or are there TWO heads on that screen?"
The sonogram tech, John, took a closer look and said "No, you're
looking at it right. You're going to have twins, Misses Marshall."
The two of us could only sit there, stunned - twins?
Kelly turned to look at me, and I looked at her - both of us
trying
to get our minds around the idea that she was going to have not
_one_ baby,
but *two*.
Finally, I asked the tech "Okay, I'll play - why didn't anybody
know it was two babies in there, not just one?"
Kelly's obstetrician, Dr. Williams, explained "Until a couple
weeks
ago, these two were pretty small, and we can only see so much from
out
here. Unless you spent more than ten minutes looking, it wouldn't be
unusual for just the one fetus to show up. Now that they're big
enough,
there isn't any way for one of them to 'hide' behind the other, so
they
both show up. John has a good angle on them right now, so if you
want,
I can tell you what sex they are - if you want to know."
Kelly and I looked at each other again, and without words,
reached a
decision that Kelly relayed to them: "We want it to be a surprise.
Just let us know if they're both okay."
"Oh, sure - they're both looking just fine. You're three months
along?", John asked.
Kelly nodded, and Dr. Williams watched the screen closely as John
moved
the little wand thingy around before telling us "Oh, yeah -
everything
is going just FINE. Development looks normal, movement looks normal,
everything checks out A-OK."; John told us "Here, let me print
you out a couple of hardcopies..."
True to his word, he printed out no less than three different
images
for us to take. As we were getting ready to leave, he told us "I
know that whole twin thing was a shock, but look at it this way -
now
you're getting two for the price of one!", with a grin. Both of
us laughed, and thanked him.
When we got home, it wasn't thirty seconds before Kelly was on
the phone,
telling everyone what we'd discovered - and not long after that,
showing
all of them the printouts.
_Twins_!?
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Knowing that it was _twins_ inside Kelly, it wasn't quite as
amazing to see how much her belly grew in the following months. It
was
still amazing, mind you, just not _as_ amazing. One of the girls
found a sweatshirt with the Goodyear logo printed too low on the
front
of it, and gave it to Kelly, who though it was hysterical - and wore
it almost everywhere; she often commented on feeling cold (and
considering
how much surface area she had radiating heat, I wasn't surprised!),
and
usually dressed in warm clothing.
We kept stocked up on various vitamins and supplements Doctor
Williams
had suggested, and Kelly took them faithfully. Some of the things
she
got cravings for amused and disgusted me, by turns, but she got them
anyway. As her pregnancy continued, all of us did whatever we could
to
keep her as comfortable and happy as we could - from massaging her
(fun),
to rubbing lotion into her skin to alleviate the stretch marks (more
fun!), to rubbing her swollen and aching feet, she never had reason
to
doubt that we all loved her and were giving her our full support. I,
of course, was her coach for the birthing classes we attended.
The last time I made love to her during the pregnancy was late in
her
eighth month.
We had just gotten out of the shower - I helped because there
were so
many places she couldn't reach - and I was gently drying her off. As
I was drying her legs, I leaned forward and kissed her swollen
belly,
saying "I want you kids to know that I love you - and your mom!
- very, very much."
Kelly had quickly gotten used to having me talking to 'the kids'
after
the first time the doctor had told us they were developed enough to
have
ears, and were able to hear us. At first, she'd just though it was
entertaining,
but it wasn't long before I started hearing HER talk to them, too.
Anyway, when I stood up after getting her dried off, I could see
from
the expression on her face that she was feeling sentimental. At
first
I thought it was just a surplus of some hormone or other, but she
pulled
me into an embrace (as best she could - her belly made for one HELL
of
an obstacle) and told me "Damn you, Dan - every time I start taking
all this for granted, you go and do or say something to remind me
how
much it - and I! - means to you."
As we held each other, she pulled my head down for a kiss - one
that
began as tender and loving and soon moved into passionate and
exciting.
When we separated, she looked into my eyes and told me "If you're
not too turned off to do it with a fat chick, I want to make love
with
you, Dan."
We'd made love several times as her belly had grown, so she knew
full
well that I didn't have any problems with making love with her
during
her pregnancy; I just replied "I think I'd like that, Mrs. Marshall,
mother of the Marshall clan" - something that made her smile.
She headed out of the bathroom, and I quickly dried myself off
and moved
to follow her. When we got to the bed, she told me "God, I'm already
so hot, thinking about it. Just let me get you ready, okay?"
She reached out and put her hands on my hips, pulling me closer
before
she leaned over and took my penis into her mouth. Softly sucking on
it,
she cupped my scrotum in her hand as she rolled my balls around in
it.
As I started to harden, she slowly changed over from simply sucking
on
me to bobbing her head back and forth, letting her lips stroke my
rapidly
growing length as her tongue danced and caressed its way along my
manhood.
It was only a couple of minutes before I was fully erect, my penis
shiny
with her saliva. She finally let me slip from between her lips and
said "I
think I'm getting too big for anything else, so why don't you just
lay
down and let me be on top?"
I smiled and did as she asked; in a few moments she was
straddling my
hips, and I could see that her labia were fully extended and
glistening
with her arousal.
She took me in her hand, but was having difficulty holding me in
place
while reaching around her swollen belly. With a soft "Let me help" I
replaced her hand with my own. She leaned forward slightly and
raised
up, letting me position the head of my erection between her labia;
as
she began to lower herself onto me, I held myself steady, helping
her.
To my great surprise, she was already wet enough inside that she was
able to take me completely in a single slow movement.
Because of the added weight and girth of her pregnancy, she
wasn't able
to move on top of me the way she normally would have, but that
didn't
mean she wasn't able to move. Rather than lifting herself up, she
began
a rocking motion that moved my penis maybe and inch or a little more
in her - but it was apparently enough for her needs. I reached up
and
put my hands on her breasts; they'd enlarged a bit, and gotten
tender.
I knew that anything more than simply holding them was uncomfortable
for her, so I contented myself with simply cupping and supporting
them
as she continued to move on top of me.
I knew that the little bit of movement in her that her rocking
was causing
wasn't as much stimulation as she liked. But that it was _enough_
became
clear a few minutes later when I felt and watched as she experienced
a small orgasm while she continued to move herself on me. A couple
more
minutes, and she climaxed again - but I could tell from the fine
sheen
of sweat on her, and the way she was moving, that the effort was
affecting
her.
I moved my hands to her hips and got her to stop her motion on
me. When
she looked down at me, I said "There's no need for you to wear
yourself
out. Just raise up a little, and I'll do it, now."
She nodded her understanding, and managed to kind of prop herself
up
a couple more inches over me. With the freedom to move under her, I
began
to do just that: move under her - arching myself into her for
perhaps
half my length, accompanied by her soft moans of pleasure and
arousal.
I wasn't getting all *that* much stimulation, either,
as little as I was moving in her, so it was several minutes before
the
sensations of her warm, wet vagina around began to move me toward my
own release. Along the way, Kelly had several more orgasms, each a
trifle
stronger than the one before. Finally, I got to the point where I
knew
I was going to climax - even as I felt my balls pull up, Kelly
started
what was, for her, a 'normal' orgasm. The sensation of her vagina
spasming
around me was enough to put me over the edge, and with a final
thrust
into her, I began spewing her insides with my hot fluids. Her eyes
flew
open when she felt it, and she exclaimed "Oh, god, yes! I feel it!"
before
she tightened around me even more.
When the spurting of my penis had reduced to the last faint
twitches,
I started to lower myself back onto the bed. Kelly felt me moving,
and
let herself fall with me, keeping my semi-erect penis wrapped inside
her. After we'd settled down, she leaned forward to put her hands on
my chest, using her arms to prop herself up as she looked down at me
with a blissful smile on her face as she told me "Thank you, Dan.
That was _wonderful_."
I grinned up at her and answered "Felt pretty good to me, too!",
making her laugh - and a moment later, I saw a twitch cross her
face.
Seeing my look of curiosity, she told me "One of the kids just
kicked me - in a kidney, I think."
A few moments later, she absently asked "I wonder what THEY think
about us making love?"
I really hadn't considered it before, and it took me a few
seconds before
I was able to answer "I don't know that they're able to 'think'
the way you mean it. But if they are" - I raised my voice a little
- "They should know that this is one way that people that LOVE each
other show it."
Kelly grinned at me, and added - in an equally loud voice - "And
they should also know that their mom and dad love each other a
*lot*.",
grinning at me. I lifted my head, and somehow Kelly managed to lower
hers enough that the two of us were able to kiss.
After a bit, we felt it as my penis shrank enough to pull free of
Kelly's
intimate embrace - and releasing the fluids that we'd produced.
Kelly
made a face, and I told her "Just look at it this way: now we get
to take another shower together!", and getting a wry grin in return.
As we washed up, I had my hands on her belly when I felt one of
the
twins kick. Surprised, I kept my hand there, and felt it again a
moment
later. Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked "Can you tell
any difference between one of them kicking and moving around, and
the
other one?"
Indulgently, she told me "I *think* so. Sometimes,
it seems like ONE of them is a little more 'enthusiastic' than the
other
one - but I don't KNOW that that's the case. I just know that they
have
a disturbing tendency to do something at the most _inconvenient_
times.
The other day, I was in the store, and they apparently decided to
take
turns kicking my bladder!", laughing. I laughed, too, and moved
behind her so that I could hug her to my chest.
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As it got closer and closer to Kelly's due date, we made
arrangements
with Jan and the others in case we weren't able to get home for a
couple
of days - making sure the mail and newspaper were put inside, that
Cat
had food & water, and so on. We really didn't have any idea of what
to
expect, despite Doctor Williams' explanations and assurances that
everything
going to be fine.
It was a couple of days past Kelly's expected due date, and I
have to
admit that both of us were getting a bit 'antsy' - we'd known that
it
could happen Any Time Now for the last couple of weeks. Kelly and I
were
watching TV from opposite ends of the couch (so she could lean back
and
rest her feet on my lap) when I looked over at her and saw that she
looked
a bit distracted. I asked what was wrong, and she just shook her
head
in reply. I'd gotten that response from her enough times before that
I didn't think anything of it - until, an hour later, she told me
"Dan?
I think it's time."
"Time for what, dear?" I asked, still watching the TV.
I heard her laugh, and say "Time for the baby."
I looked over at her (!!), and she went on to tell me "I've been
having pains the last couple of hours, but they're starting to come
closer
together, and getting worse. I think we'd better go."
THAT got me moving.
I quickly called Dr. Williams, then left messages for Jan (she
wasn't
home) and Paul (ditto). Then I got the bag that we'd packed for
Kelly,
and carried it as the two of us went out to my car. Once she was
seated
and buckled in, I tossed the bag in the back seat, and we were off.
We got to the hospital before Doctor Williams did (okay, I was
speeding
a little - so shoot me), and the staff there worked wonders in
getting
me calmed down. Kelly seemed to have hit her stride, now that it was
all happening - other than grimacing every so often, she was as calm
as the emergency room people were.
They had her checked in and on the way to the delivery room in
short
order, with me close on their heels.
I was changing into surgical scrubs when Dr. Williams stuck her
head
in and let me know she was there - and that she'd be with us as soon
as she scrubbed and changed.
By the time I got into the delivery room, they'd gotten Kelly
ready
- she was on the table and visibly in distress. I quickly took my
position
at her head and took her hands in mine. Looking up at me, she
smiled,
grimaced, then smiled again before telling me "I'm glad it's twins
- I don't think I'd want to go through this a _second_ time if
I didn't have to!" - something that the nurses and doctors laughed
at.
A couple minutes later, Dr. Williams appeared and asked how
everything
was going. One of the nurses told her how far Kelly had dilated, and
that Kelly's water had broken (apparently before I got there,
thankfully).
Dr. Williams nodded and told Kelly "Okay, you've been through the
birthing classes. You know what to expect, so there shouldn't be any
problems. If it helps any, I'm really just here to play 'catcher',
and
in case there are any problems - which there won't be, since
everything
has checked out just fine up to this point."
Kelly grimaced, then laughed and said "I'm glad ONE of us thinks
this is going easy!" - getting a smile from the doctor that we could
see around her mask.
Doctor Williams took her place at Kelly's feet, and indicated to
me
that I should start doing my coaching bit, which I did.
Over the course of the next hour, Kelly's contractions came more
and
more frequently, and steadily became stronger. As I'd been taught, I
talked to her and helped her keep control of her breathing; and if
the
way she was gripping my hands was any indication, helping her keep
from
crying out at the pain that she was experiencing. Finally, though, I
heard the doctor say "Okay, we've got a crown - another couple of
pushes, Kelly, and you'll be halfway there!"
It couldn't have been a minute later before we heard the doctor
say "Okay,
folks - we've got a girl!" - followed by the joyous sound of our
daughter's first cries.
The delivery room staff quickly got her cleaned up and wrapped in
a
blanket, then hurried her off to the side - a few moments later, I
heard
someone say "Nineteen inches and seven pounds seven. Heart and lungs
both fine.", and knew that she'd just been measured, weighed, and
provisionally pronounced healthy.
About that time, Doctor Williams announced "Number two
crowning!",
followed by "You're almost done, Kelly - just give me one more
push!"
I could hear Kelly strain as she brought our second child into
the world;
even as she was falling back and gasping, I heard Doctor Williams
tell
everyone "Well, Mister Marshall, you've got a son!", followed
a second later by a baby's cries.
Kelly looked up at me, and the joy and happiness - and even
relief -
were plain on her face as she told me "We did it!"
I kissed her and told her "Yes, we did - even if you did most of
the work. I love you, Kelly Marshall."
That got her crying (in happiness), and I was soon displaced by
the
delivery room staff as they made sure everything was okay, and
tended
to the aftermath of twin deliveries. Off to the side, I heard the
announcement "Twenty
inches, eight pounds three. Heart and lungs good." Both of our
children
were healthy.
Doctor Williams went over to have a look at them, and came back
to tell
us "Kelly, Dan - both of them are fine. They've got all the right
parts in the right places, they're breathing fine, and their hearts
sound
like a pair of Swiss watches. Everything went just like it's
supposed
to - all I had to do was catch!", the last part with a crinkling
of her eyes that let us know she was smiling behind her mask.
Kelly and I both thanked her, profusely, before she told us "You
don't have to thank me - *that*" - gesturing toward
where both infants were letting everyone know that they were NOT
amused
- "is why I became a doctor. I'll check on you again in a little
while, Kelly." The nurses were getting Kelly ready to move her to
a room, and the doctor took that opportunity to leave.
I went out in the waiting room, and wasn't surprised to see Paul,
Jan,
and all the rest of the anxiously waiting for news. When they say
me,
all of them stood up and rushed over to me, demanding to know how it
had gone.
I had to wave at them to get them to quiet down so I could tell
them "Kelly's
fine. She had one of each - a girl and a boy - and they're doing
great,
too."
On hearing that, all the girls started crying and hugging me; I
managed
to get one hand free so Paul and I could shake as he told me
"Congratulations,
Dan", a big grin on his face. A few moments later, Sandra pulled
back a little ways and demanded "So what are their _names_,
Dan?"
"Daniel Paul and Janet Kelly" I answered. It hadn't taken
long at ALL for Kelly and I to come up with names. Paul and Jan both
looked stunned for a few moments, then pleased - the rest clearly
thought
the names were entirely appropriate.
It was another hour before they would let us into Kelly's room -
and
even then, we were cautioned that she was pretty worn out. Entering
her
room, I could see that she WAS tired - but that she was happier than
I'd ever seen her before as she held our children in her arms. Jan
and
the others immediately swarmed over to start exclaiming over how
cute
the babies were, and congratulating Kelly. Even Paul was moved
enough
to tell me "Dan, you're a lucky, lucky man to have a wife like
that." -
and nodded in reply when I told him "Don't I know it!"
Paul looked over at the babies and I heard him mutter "I don't
think
there IS such a thing as an 'ugly' baby!" before going over to
congratulate
Kelly and talk to her.
After a bit, Jan told Kelly and me "And just so you know, the
rest
of us have _already_ worked things out so that one of us will
be with you *all the time* for the next month. There's
no reason on earth that you two should have to try and take care of
two
newborns all by yourselves."
Kelly started to protest, and Jan just gave her the Goober look
(as
if saying "You are *such* a Goober!"), and told
her "Forget it. It's already been decided. As much as we love you
and Dan, do you think we're going to let you get away with being the
only ones to take care of these two?"
Realizing the futility of arguing, Kelly just smiled in acceptance -
then looked at me lovingly as I went over and sat next to her,
getting
my first good look at our daughter and son. I suddenly knew what the
parent-child bond was all about when each of them grabbed the finger
I held out to them; at that moment, I'd have gladly killed _anyone_
that
even suggested harming either one of them.
A while later, a nurse came in and shooed all of us out, telling
us
that the infants were going to the Nursery so that Kelly could get
some
rest. Out in the hall, Paul took one look at me and told me that HE
would
drive me home - and for me to give Jan my keys so that she could
bring
my car along.
It took me a second to realize just how tired and excited I felt
at
the same time - and quickly on the heels of that, that Paul was
probably
right about it being best if I didn't try to drive just then. I
fished
in my pocket and gave Jan my keys; she kept us company as far as the
hospital parking lot before leaving to go to my car. The rest of us
piled
into Paul's minivan and headed for my place.
When we got there, Paul told me "I know it's late, and you've
just
had one HELL of a last few hours. I'll check back with you tomorrow
morning,
okay?"
I told him "That'd be fine, Paul. Thanks."
I got out of the van, followed by Robyn. I looked at her, and she
just
asked "You don't seriously think that we're going to leave you all
by yourself tonight, do you?"
"I'll be fine, Robyn, really", I tried to tell her.
"Bullshit" she replied, surprising me, before she went on "Just
look at yourself. You can barely stand up - but you're so damn keyed
up you couldn't get to sleep if your life depended on it. So just
shut
up and open the door so we can get inside."
I looked over toward where the rest were, and saw that they fully
expected
me to do as I was told. So I did it.
An hour later, I was glad I had. Somehow, Robyn talked me into
having
a something to eat - followed by her giving me a massage. By the
time
she was done, I realized just how keyed up I'd been. I was in bed
and
getting ready to fall asleep when I felt her slip into bed with me -
and I realized that as much as anything else, I needed the
reassurance
of someone I loved next to me that night.
The next morning, Robyn joined me for a happy, friendly shower
before
she got dressed and left to go to her job as a police officer - but
only
AFTER I'd given her a heartfelt kiss and my thanks. She just smiled,
kissed me back, and left.
At the hospital, I saw that Kelly had gotten a decent night's
sleep
as well - when I went into the room she told me "You're looking
a lot better than you did last night. Who stayed with you?"
"Robyn did. Paul drove me home, and Jan drove my car back."
"Well, your timing is impeccable. You're too late for breakfast
- which was something disgusting, by the way - but in time to help
feed
YOUR kids." - the last with a smile.
I grinned and told her "Wrong answer! I don't have the right
plumbing,
remember?"
She laughed, and told me "I said 'help', Dan. Yes, I have two
breasts - but that doesn't mean I can feed both of them at the same time, so
you get to hold one while I feed the other."
Hearing that, my heart almost stopped. What if I dropped him/her?
What
if I did something to hurt them?
Kelly must have seen the nervousness, because she took my hand
and said "Dan,
relax. There's nothing to be afraid of - you'll see.", her smile
reassuring me.
Still, when the nurse wheeled in the little cart with the kids on
it,
I have to admit that my mouth felt a little dry. The nurse seemed to
understand, and patiently and gently instructed me on how to hold my
infant daughter as Kelly started breastfeeding our son. She
continued
to watch for a few moments before telling me "You're doing fine,
Mister Marshall" and leaving the two (four!) of us alone.
When Daniel indicated he was done, Kelly and I traded; I was
holding
my son in my arms as I watched him fall asleep - and looking at him,
knew a love and pride that I didn't know was inside me until then.
When Kelly and Janet were done, Kelly rang the nurse who came and
put
them in their respective little beds on the cart and took them back
to
the Nursery until it was time to feed them again. When she was gone,
Kelly gave me a mischievous smile and asked "Okay, Dan, do you want
a sample of what they just had?"
It took me a couple of seconds to realize that Kelly was offering
to
let me sample her breast milk - but considerably less time for me to
decide that I wanted to. With a smile of my own, I went over as
Kelly
bared one of her breasts again. Fastening my lips around her nipple,
I gently sucked and was soon rewarded with a little of her milk:
thin
and sweet. I swallowed it and pulled my lips away, amazed to see
that
a few more drops leaked out before the flow stopped. Kelly covered
herself
again, and told me "When I woke up this morning, I was leaking a
little bit. I just had to find out what it tasted like, and I
thought
you might want to find out, too. Like it?"
I grinned, and answered "I could learn to - a lot, I think!"
Kelly laughed, and told me "Me, too - but I don't think it's
_quite_ worth
the trouble to make sure we have a regular supply!" - making me
laugh along with her.
That out of the way, I pulled a chair up next to her bed and the
two
of us talked about our future - hers and mine, and the kids' - until
Doctor Williams came in to check on Kelly. When she was done, she
told
us "I'd like to keep Kelly here until tomorrow, just to make sure
everything's all right. I don't see anything wrong with her, or the
babies,
but I just want to make _sure_, if that's all right with you."
Kelly and I both assured her it was, and she congratulated both
of us
again before leaving.
After lunch (for Kelly AND the twins), she shooed me off, telling
me
that I had to make arrangements to get her and the twins home the
next
day - and that I'd probably be seeing too much of them over the next
few weeks, anyway. I laughed, and told her that I didn't think that
was
possible - but left after she let me know that I could come back
that
evening.
As I'd expected, Paul was more than willing to drive us home from
the
hospital the next day; Jan and the others had already organized
things
so they'd be there when we arrived. Kelly and I had already gotten
all
of the things we'd need for two infants - cribs, diapers, powder,
oil, _everything_ had
been prepped for our new family.
When we got home the next day, we found that the babies' room had
a
banner: "Welcome Home Daniel Paul and Janet Kelly!" - something
that got Kelly, then the others, crying.
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The next few weeks went by in a blur.
Jan, Susan, Robyn, Sandra, and even Candice all got their chance
to
take care of the kids. NOTHING seemed to faze them, either: baby
poop,
wet diapers, vomit, _nothing_. I've got to admit, some of it kind
of grossed ME out, but not them.
And more to the point, they didn't stop after just a couple of
weeks.
Somehow, somewhere, they got the wherewithal to keep at it, day
after
day, week after week; they gradually phased themselves out as the
twins
grew, so that by the time Daniel and Janet were sleeping regularly,
the
girls were stopping by only every so often, just to visit for a
little
while.
Even then, once a week or so, one or two of them would stop by
and insist
on watching after the kids - and insisting that Kelly and I go out
and
do something: a movie, dinner, _something_ to get us out of the
house. By that time, I and Kelly had realized that she and I, along
with
the others, had formed an extended family, and that any kids born to
ANY of us were going to have the whole lot of us as parents. Young
Daniel
and Janet didn't know it yet, but each of them had six mothers, and
one
dad.
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As the weeks, then months went by, Jan and the rest continued to
be
part of our lives. They were there when the twins started standing,
then
walking. They were there with sympathy as the kids went through the
'terrible
twos'. Kelly was always "Mom" and I was always "Daddy",
but Jan and the rest were known as MOMMA Jan, and MOMMA Robyn, and
so
on. The girls always took their child-rearing cues from Kelly and
I -
they were as firm and loving as Kelly and I were, no more and no
less;
if one of the twins misbehaved, they got the same type of punishment
as Kelly and I would have dispensed. If one of them fell and skinned
a knee, they got as much sympathy and love, too. More than anything
else,
Kelly's and my children started out in life knowing that they were
_loved_.