What do you do when the last fertile male in the family tree is going off
to war?  You try to ensure that the line goes on, of course.  Brilliant
minds work alike, and in this family there are a LOT of brilliant minds.

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   WARNING: This story is intended to be a humerous look at the concept of
the "Sole Surviving Son" in terms of Military service.  As a plot vehicle
it uses Operation Desert Storm.  The author served in Desert Storm, proudly
and with honor.  This story is not a commentary on the current war in Iraq,
or on the political decisions that have been made in the past.  Nor is it
intended to make light of the facts and circumstances depicted in the movie
"Saving Private Ryan".  I have nothing but respect for each and every man
and woman in uniform, and my heart goes out to all their families,
particularly those who have lost a family member to any kind of military
service.  For that reason, if you have lost a loved one during time of
conflict or war, DO NOT READ THIS STORY!  I do not wish to cause pain or
unhappy memories about that loss.

   Bob 

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   Saving Private Brian

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Brian Thackery was a normal kid who graduated High School in about the
middle of his class.  He wasn't a sports star, he didn't have a magnificent
singing voice, he couldn't bring himself to speak in public and he looked
as normal as any other boy in his late teens.

   But, Brian Thackery had just done something momentous.  And what he'd
done would change not only his own life, but the lives of a large number of
other people, some of whom he didn't even know yet.

   It was May of 1990, and Brian Thackery was so excited he was about to
pee his pants.  He left the Military Examination and Processing Station
(MEPS), having just joined the United States Army.  He'd passed the
physical and taken the oath of enlistment, along with sixty-five other
young men and women.  He was due to report to Basic Training in only a
month, and after that he'd go to something called Advanced Individual
Training, which they called A.I.T.

   All that was exciting, but the MOST exciting part was when he'd gone
into the big computer room to find out what job he'd be trained in.  The
guy at the computer asked him some questions, typed in a query, turned
around and said: "Ever thought about being an MP?"

   Not only had Brian never thought about it, the only image he could come
up with in his mind of an MP was a big scary looking bruiser he'd seen in
an episode of M*A*S*H one time.  Everybody had been afraid of that guy.

   Hmmmmmmm.

   Now, as he walked out of the building, on his way back home, in his
shirt pocket was a piece of paper that said he'd be trained in MOS
(Military Occupational Specialty) 95B, which meant ...  Military Police. 
He was still numb.  He was going to be a cop!

   And not only was he going to be an MP, the school for that was right
down the road from his house in good old Anniston, Alabama!  He couldn't
wait to get home and tell his family.

   Brian's family consisted of his two sisters, Liz and Patty, who were
twins and a year younger than he was, his mother, Nancy, and his father,
Tom.  His family may as well have included his Aunt Jill, who lived two
houses away, and her daughter Beth, who was his age, but was still a
Senior. She should have graduated with him, but had missed a year of school
because she'd had mono, and there had been complications.  She'd almost
died.  But she was healthy now and had regained that special healthy glow
he'd always thought made her good looking.

   His Uncle Bob, who he'd never actually known, had died just before Beth
was born.  Aunt Jill blamed his death on Agent Orange, from when Uncle Bob
was a Navy SEAL in Viet Nam.  He was a lot older than Aunt Jill when they
got married.  Brian didn't know much more than that.  They didn't talk
about Uncle Bob much because it was too sad.

   When he got home supper was in full swing.  Aunt Jill and Beth were
there, which was pretty much normal.

   Supper at the Thackery house was a fairly noisy proposition any time,
and with two additional "talkity wimmen" as his father liked to say, it was
downright loud.

   It got positively quiet though, when he slammed the screen door and
swaggered into the kitchen.  They all knew where he had been.

   That he was joining the Army was a favorite topic of "conversation" in
the house.  Aunt Jill ranted and railed that he had no business going off
on a "dang fool adventure" when he was the "last remaining seed of the
Thackery line".  She was his mother's sister, but she had adopted the
Thackery clan as if born into it.

   Everybody knew that talk about Brian joining the Army brought back
painful memories of Jill's husband.

   Brian's sisters, having been warned throughout their early teens to
"keep shy of those Fort McClellan boys", meaning the soldiers who trained
at the post not far from their house, thought the idea that their brother
was going to be a soldier was just gross.

   But his parents were just about busting with pride.  And, really, that
was all that mattered to him.

   His father was the first to speak.  "Well?  How'd it go?  What did you
get?  Infantry?  Armor?" Tom had a few friends who worked at Ft McClellan
and had learned some of the language over the years.

   "You", drawled Brian, "are looking at a brand new ninety-five Bravo!"

   His father knew what that meant.  Most of Ft McClellan was reserved for
the training of the MP Corps.  "You have GOT to be shitting me." he
grumbled.  Like most Annistonians, he loved the money that those soldiers
brought to town, but he shuddered at the thought of all those horny
seventeen and eighteen year old boys out on the streets ...  the same
streets as his two virginal - and lovely - daughters.

   "What's a ninety-five bravo?" asked Beth, who'd had a crush on her
cousin for years.

   Brian pushed out his chest.  "MP" he said proudly.

   "What's an MP?" said Beth, not realizing she was staring cow-eyed at her
handsome cousin.

   Everybody at the table turned and stared at her.  Everybody in Anniston
knew what an MP was.  The whole town was flooded with them.  Beth, however,
was the stereotypical blond, beautiful, fun to be around, and just a little
ditzy.  She knew there was an Army post in town, but that's about all.

   Patty piped up.  "It means Military Penis, Beth" she said in a
completely normal voice.

   Bedlam ensued, and it almost fractured supper.  Nancy, ever the southern
matriarch, sent Patty to her room saying "and you can leave that plate
right where it is little missy".  Then, even though Beth was bright red in
the face, supper went on.  Brian sat down at his sister's now empty place
and began to finish her supper.

   Nancy watched her handsome son eating and sighed.  An MP!  Of all things
...  a skirt chasing MP!

   Every female in town had been hit on by a soldier from the fort at one
time or another.  Jill was approached with great regularity, as she had
decided not to wear her ring any more because it caused her to "remember".
She worked at the "Super Trooper" which was a place that sold uniform
items, accessories and accouterments aimed at soldiers in general and MPs
in particular.

   Of course the reason Jill was the object of so many advances MIGHT have
been that, at thirty-four, she was a stone fox.  Bob had come back from Nam
and had commenced to make up for lost time.  He did so with his next door
neighbor's daughter, Jill, who was only 16 at the time.  When it became
obvious, based on her swelling belly, that more than just kisses had been
exchanged, he married her, only to fall deathly ill a few months later and
waste away in a most horrible fashion.

   So, at age seventeen, she had been left alone with a baby girl,
thankfully quite normal, and Bob's life insurance and some other benefits.
She worked because she didn't want to sit home bored.  She ran to keep in
shape, and it worked.  She was a bouncy, vivacious woman, with somewhat
smallish breasts, but loads of thick honey blond hair and a classic look
about her that some men might have characterized as "Ripe Southern Woman."

   Nancy was five years older than her sister, and had already been gone
and married when Jill met Bob.  And Nancy had been pregnant with Brian. 
She sometimes wondered if that was why Jill had been so careless as to get
with child ...  out of envy.  Now, almost forty, even Nancy got regular
slow, up and down stares from the uniformed men she saw on the streets, or
at the market.  Until now it had been flattering.  But now her own SON was
going to be one of those men!

   Still, she was tickled, knowing that even though he wouldn't be allowed
to come home much at first, she'd get to see him a whole lot more than if
he'd shipped off to some other state for his training.

   It being a more or less celebratory atmosphere, they had an impromptu
party.  Beth asked for and received permission to spend the night with the
twins and the three girls disappeared into their room while the adults sat
and talked about things in general.

   Brian, for the first time, was included in the adult ritual of sipping
whiskey (Rebel Yell brand, of course) and shooting the bull.

   In the girls bedroom, there was a different ritual going on.  The talk
there was about boys, and what boys liked to do, especially with girls, and
just how far you should allow a boy to go, and what that felt like.  Soon
the room smelled faintly of pussy, as three teenage girls got excited
dreaming about what they'd LIKE to do with a boy.

   The first sixteen weeks flew by for Brian.  He was in pretty good shape
when he got to Basic, and though they pushed him physically, his body
adapted.  His chest thickened from pushups, his stomach flattened from
sit-ups, and his wind improved from running.  He found he was an expert
shot with a rifle, and he won top honors in his company for marksmanship,
able to shoot as well as his Drill Sergeants.  He was even better with the
9mm Baretta pistol they handed him when he went to the pistol range. 
Though the weapon was loose from having been shot ten or fifteen thousand
times already, he had an unerring sense of when to squeeze the trigger, and
where the bullet would hit.  When they used man sized silhouettes he shot
the center of the target to pieces.

   There began to be rumors.  Saddam Hussein had invaded Kuwait, and the
Commander in Chief was PISSED about it.  The Army was going to be sending
troops, and they'd need a lot of MPs.

   In their 14th week Brian got a pass and went home.

   All the talk there was of Kuwait.

   "Do you think you'll have to go?" asked his mother worriedly.

   "Nobody knows, mom" he said.  There are rumors that they'll leave us
together as a Company and go that way.  There are rumors we'll all be sent
wherever, and some of those units will go and some won't.  There are rumors
that, by the time we get out of AIT it will all be over.  Nobody knows."

   Two weeks later, they all attended graduation.  It was the first time
the women in the family had actually seen any soldiers doing anything other
than shopping in stores, or getting something to eat.  As they watched the
handsome young men marching and standing at attention and going through the
rituals associated with graduation, every one of them felt a tingle
somewhere behind her belly button.  Beth in particular knew she'd have to
change her panties when she got home, as she watched Brian walk across the
stage to receive his certificate and new orders.  He was so handsome, and
tall, and his shoulders were so broad.  She daydreamed about running her
hands over his chest muscles as an officer announced his name and that he
was going to be assigned to the 501st MP Company in some town in Germany.

   His mother turned to her husband.  "Germany!  That's good, isn't it?  I
mean that's not Kuwait."

   Tom just patted Nancy's hand and said "He'll be just fine dear.  There's
nothing to worry about." He didn't tell her that most of the troops that
would go first would be the ones who were already in overseas billets. 
Particularly those stationed in Germany.

   Brian got 30 days leave before he had to ship out, and he was ready for
what he called "slack time".  His sisters noticed differences in him right
away.  He was more confidant, less likely to respond when they tried to
tease him, and when he did respond it was ...  different.

   One example was the second night he was home, when Patty, walking down
the hall toward the bathroom.  She brushed by him and said "How's the
Military Penis today?"

   He just kept walking and said "It grew about three inches in basic
training.  I had to get new pants.  Bigger ones.  They were pissed."

   He left her with her mouth hanging open.  He'd said it so calmly, like
it was actually true!  She was so unsure about it that she told her sister
what he'd said that night.

   Liz laughed.  "No way.  A man's penis CAN'T grow three inches after say
...  I don't know, maybe age fifteen?"

   Patty still didn't know.  He'd sounded so serious.  "But I mean, look at
his shoulders.  They're wider.  And his arms are HUGE.  And I swear he's
taller than he was when he went there.  I mean maybe other things could get
bigger too."

   Liz wanted to act like she knew everything, but she wasn't so sure any
more.  "Well, it doesn't really matter.  We'll never know, right?  I mean
even if we saw it we wouldn't know if it was bigger or not." She changed
the subject.  "Did you hear Daddy and Momma talking after dinner tonight?"
She sounded worried.

   "No.  what's up?" asked Patty.

   "Daddy said that place Brian's going to is part of some division or
something and that they're all going to go to Saudi Arabia in December. 
That's when Brian gets there!"

   They'd been listening to the news.  Everybody who knew a soldier had
been listening to the news lately.  They talked about it into the night. 
They were both worried about their brother.

   Two days later was Jill's birthday.  Nancy arranged a big party for her,
with Bar-B- Q and corn on the cob, and cornbread and lots of other goodies.
It started at noon, and by three O'clock the Rebel Yell had been brought
out.  Jill, moaning that at age 35 her life was probably almost over, drank
her fair share and was in her cups by suppertime.  Since everyone had been
eating pretty much all afternoon, supper consisted mostly of sitting down
at the table and just talking over desert.

   Jill was on a rant.

   "It's not FAIR!" she lisped, weaving a little.  "Brian is the LAST of
the Thackery line, and he shouldn't have to go off and get himself KILLED
in some stupid war."

   Nancy spoke up.  "We'll have none of THAT kind of talk.  You may be my
sister, and I love you, but I don't want to hear any nonsense about him
being killed."

   Jill got up and went over to Brian, who had sat quietly through her
tirade.  She plopped herself down on his lap and put her arms around him.
"I don't want you to go." she started sniffling.  "You're the last of the
Thackery seed."

   "MOTHER!" cried an embarrassed Beth, who didn't like it at all that her
mother (instead of her) was sitting on the man she loved.

   "Have you no SHAME?" squealed Nancy, who was also uncomfortable with the
fact that her sister's buttocks were firmly planted on her son's groin. 
Jill's continued reference to Brian as the 'Last of the Thackery seed'
caused pictures to appear in Nancy's head that she was ashamed of.  And her
sister was sitting right on all that ...  seed.

   Suddenly Jill's head snapped up and her eyes opened wide.  She struggled
briefly, wiggling all over Brian's lap in the process, and then managed to
haul herself up off of him.  She turned around, bent over and stared
owlishly into Brian's lap.  He was blushing.

   "HEY there soldier boy!" crowed Jill.  "Is that a MOUSE in your pocket,
or are you just happy to see me?!"

   "MU-THER!" cried Beth.

   "Oh my word" gasped Nancy and started fanning her face with a place mat.

   The twins leaned over to look interestedly in their brother's lap.

   "OK, that's it." said Tom.  "You've had enough to drink.  I think you
need a little nap Jill." He looked meaningfully at his wife and Nancy got
up and took charge of her wobbly sister.

   "Come on you hussy." she scolded gently.  "You're staying the night. 
You're in no condition to go home." She led Jill off to the guest bedroom
down in the basement.  When she came back she looked at Beth.  "You can
stay the night too dear, if you want to."

   Beth's eyes darted at Brian, and then she looked down at the pie in
front of her.

   Later that night, a full and drowsy Private Brian Thackery undressed for
bed.  It was hot in the house, but he didn't want to open a window. 
Instead he just went to bed naked and lay on top of the covers.  He was
asleep within two minutes of his head hitting the pillow.

   Next door the twins and Beth were huddled together, worriedly talking
about what Beth's mother had said.  It was true.  Brian WAS the last male
of the Thackery line.  If something happened to him in Kuwait or wherever,
there would never be another Thackery born.  All three went to bed thinking
about that.

   Three hours later Brian got up to use what he now called the latrine. 
He'd had too much to drink, and he was paying the price for it now.  He
heard the mantle clock strike two times.  Oh-two-hundred, he thought,
automatically thinking in military time.

   When he got back to his room there was someone bending over his bed.

   "Brian?" came an attempted whisper.  Whoever it was was talking to an
empty bed.  There as light from the street light coming through the window
and he could see that it was his Aunt Jill.  Or at least her hair.  She was
naked too, he noticed with some interest.  Her hands went down to the bed,
still made up and obviously empty.  "Brian?" she said plaintively.

   "Yes?" he said softly from right behind her.  He was staring at her
naked buttocks in the dim light.  They shone, brightly pale.  She jerked up
and turned around with a little shriek.

   "SHIT" she whispered loudly.  "You just about scared the pee out of me!"

   Brian wasn't really listening to her though.  Instead he was staring at
her breasts.  They were much larger than he would have believed, round and
heavy looking, and they were shaking back and forth from the violence of
her turn when he spoke.  Each one had a thick dark nipple on it.  Brian
felt his prick start to stiffen.  She was gorgeous ...  even in the DARK!

   Jill's arms came up and she lurched toward him.  "Oh baby" she sniffed,
her arms going around him.  The breasts he had just been staring at were
pressed against his chest.  They were hot and surprisingly firm and she
smelled like some kind of perfume.  She hugged him tightly and his cock
bloomed to full hard.  He felt it press into something soft ...  like hair.

   "What are you doing Aunt Jill?" he whispered, swallowing.

   "You're going off to war baby" she whispered back.  "You're the last of
the Thackery seed."

   He'd heard that enough times that he was tired of it.  "OK, so I'm the
last of the Thackery seed.  What are you doing in here ...  like that?"

   Instead of answering him, Jill kissed him.  It was a nice kiss too.  In
fact it was a FANTASTIC kiss.  She pulled him toward the bed, and their
lips pulled apart.  "I have to do this." she mumbled.  "I HAVE to do this.
It's for the family!"

   Brian, having drunk his fair share of Rebel Yell himself, didn't
function as he might have normally.  He had some idea of what was going on,
not being completely stupid.  And, he had had more than a couple of beat
off fantasies about the woman whose naked body was presently pressed
against his own.

   But Brian Thackery was a virgin, and while he had some idea of what was
going on, he hadn't the faintest idea of how to help it along.  That he
WANTED to help it along was plain, based on the fact that he had the
hardest boner of his entire life.  So Brian took the easy road and just
went where his Aunt wanted him to go.

   That was why he ended up on top of his Aunt while she squirmed under
him, her hands pulling and pushing and her body writhing under him as she
got him into position to ensure that at least SOME of the last of the
Thackery seed got deposited firmly in what she used to call her 'Sperm
Bank'.  She did this by the simple expedient of getting a grip on the
finest feeling erection she had felt in years and years, and pulling it to
the mouth of her wet and slippery pussy.  Then she let nature take it's
course.

   Brian, feeling the tip of his cock engulfed in soft heat, did what came
naturally and thrust hard.  He skewered his Aunt's pussy with one violent
thrust, which elicited an "Ooof" from her, followed almost immediately by a
murmured "Oh Brian!  I had NO idea!"

   There followed a generally uncoordinated and somewhat spastic sequence
of thrusts and grunts, primarily made by Brian, and about twenty seconds
later he made his very first deposit in the Bank of Love.  He announced it
by saying what could be loosely translated as "Unnnggg" which is the
universal language of love and means "Here it comes, please don't stop me
now."

   She didn't.  The fact that she didn't come even close to having her own
orgasm was overshadowed by the fact that she got exactly what she wanted
... a pussy just chock full of the last of the Thackery seed.  She showered
him with kisses and little whispered lies about what a fantastic lover he
was, and how much she had missed all this, and how glad she was that she
got to experience an expert like him.  All this to milk the last dregs from
his balls.

   Her somewhat inebriated plan to have a Thackery baby had been kicked
off. According to her somewhat inebriated plan, she had another twenty-six
days to get enough of that Thackery seed in her to ensure the survival of
the line.  Having just experienced what was probably the biggest and
longest penis she had ever had in her, she decided that it wasn't going to
be much of a sacrifice after all.  But she WOULD have to do something about
his propensity to give her what she wanted ...  a little more quickly than
she wanted it.

   Brian stared at the dark ceiling after his aunt left.  His balls hurt
just a little.  He'd never cum that hard in his life and he could barely
remember it.  He swore off whiskey for the rest of his leave and then fell
asleep.

   Chapter 2

   The next morning was a Saturday, and everybody slept in, mostly because
of the fact that there were three 'dead soldiers' sitting in the bottom of
the trash can, which still smelled a little like sour mash whiskey.

   When Nancy finally hauled herself out of bed, she went into Southern
Wife mode and rustled up a mess of pancakes, grits, ham and eggs.  She woke
everyone up and told them to come eat breakfast.  She waited until last for
Brian, who, to her mind, deserved his rest more than the rest.  She opened
the door to find her tall handsome and very naked son lying on top of the
bed in peaceful repose.  She crossed the room and stood, drinking in the
beauty of the fruit of her loins.

   Naturally, her gaze was drawn to what is known as a man's morning woody.
She frowned at the mess of crusty white that was mixed in with his soft
brown pubic hair.  Her poor baby had had to masturbate last night!  Her
sister's reference to his seed popped into her mind.  Jill knew that Tom
was shooting blanks these days, thanks to a vasectomy.  So, what was making
a mess at the base of his very impressive erection was, in fact, the last
of the Thackery seed.

   She stared at it for a long time.  Then, shaking herself, she woke him
up and told him it was time for breakfast.

   Brian stumbled from his bed into the bathroom for a shower, something he
did every morning during basic training and AIT.  And showers in the Army
were always just about exactly the same.  He noticed right away that
something was different.

   In the barracks, there was no naked girl already in the shower when he
got there.

   He stopped, his brain still a little fuzzy and was standing there when
his sister Liz pulled back the shower curtain to talk to the shadow
outside, who she was quite sure was her sister Patty.  She started to ask
Patty if she'd heard anything funny in the middle of the night, like a
woman in pain or something.

   Instead of seeing her sister, however, she saw her brother's very
impressive morning woody.

   As the SECOND Thackery woman of the day to see that stiff prick, her
response was remarkably similar to that of the first.  The last thing she'd
thought about last night was the possibility that there would be no more
little Thackeries running around in the world.  Now, as surprised as she
was by the sight, one of the first things she thought about was that there,
in front of her, was the very instrument that could PRODUCE a little
Thackery.  She felt a very un-sisterly warmth in her belly and, thinking of
babies, put her hand protectively over her own flat stomach.

   At the same time, Brian got a clear shot of his sister's naked, wet body
which, as a normal teenaged brother, he had been trying to get a look at
for years.  Her breasts were round, like half of an oversized soft ball,
and were topped by cute pink nipples that made moisture magically appear in
his mouth.  Below that was a nest of wet brown fur that his brain
recognized as uncharted territory that his prick was anxious to ...  well
...  chart.

   But, being a big strong enforcer of the law, he clamped down on his urge
to climb in there with his sister and just breed the fuck out of her.

   "Oops" he slurred.  "Sorry.  Didn't know anybody was in here.  Gotta
pee."

   He turned to leave and Liz saw that very interesting penis preparing to
vanish as quickly as it had appeared, which she wasn't sure she wanted to
happen.

   "Wait!" she yipped.  When he stopped, she said "Um ...  it's OK.  I mean
we're all adults here, right?" The fact that she was seventeen and hadn't
even finished High School yet wasn't the first thing Brian thought about.
His eyes saw what was undeniably an at least mostly adult female body.

   "Uh, yeah I guess so." was his response.

   "So go" she said, looking at the stool.  "I'll just finish up in here."
She ducked back inside the shower, making sure that the curtain wasn't
completely closed, so she could continue to look at the vessel that held
that most precious of commodities ...  the last ...  of the Thackery seed.

   Her eyes widened as he swayed over to the toilet, pushed his thick rod
down and stood patiently as he waited for his bladder to unclench so he
could empty it.  Not even thinking that his sister might be watching, he
jacked on his cock a couple of times to encourage it to allow his urine to
move through it.

   Liz stifled a gasp as his glans was uncovered.  THAT was supposed to go
in a girl?  He had to be a mutant or something.  Any girl he shoved THAT
thing in would need 911 and a doctor with a LOT of suture materials.  Then
her knees went weak as a strong gush of urine shot out of the tip and
thundered into the toilet.

   He went ...  and went ...  and went.  And then it stopped and started up
again as her jaw dropped.  She'd never seen a man's organ expel anything,
but she knew it expelled semen.  If it did it like this they wouldn't even
need an ambulance for the poor girl.  She'd be dead of drowning by the time
he got through.

   She was so repelled by the sight that she was extra shocked to find that
two of her fingers were digging into her obviously excited pussy as the
water poured over her.  She decided she was probably crazy.  This time when
he turned to leave, she let him.  She rubbed a little more and had an
orgasm so strong she had to sit down in the tub to keep from falling down.

   Breakfast was normally a loud and confusing concern in the Thackery
household.  This morning it was decidedly odd.  Brian, his head achy, sat
quietly, which was not normal.  His aunt darted glances at him and ate
quietly, which was also not normal.  Liz wasn't hungry, which was DECIDEDLY
abnormal.  Nancy, visions of a tall, thick, fertile Thackery penis in her
mind, dished out food like they were all starving lumberjacks.  Patty was
acting strangely, eating mechanically, like something was on her mind. 
Beth was trying to talk, but couldn't find anyone who would talk back to
her.  Tom was staring at his plate, wondering how he was going to avoid
eating all that food without hurting his wife's feelings.  He decided to
slip some of it to the dog while he diverted the others' attention.

   "So" he said, handing the dog down a fistful of bacon.  He almost lost a
finger and snatched it back up, looking at it.  "What are you all doing
today?"

   Jill said "I have some things to do at home, but I'll be back over
later. She looked meaningfully at Brian, who was staring at his own heaped
plate and didn't see her look.

   Nancy said she had some shopping to do, and Patty said that the twins
were going over to Beth's to listen to a new CD she had.

   Liz's head jerked up.  "But I wanted to hang out with Brian." she said.
She was just as astonished as everyone else at the table that she'd said
that.  She'd always called him names and complained about him.  She looked
wide eyed at everyone else.  "I mean he's going to be gone a long time,
right?"

   Brian, thinking that yammering girls was the LAST thing he needed, said
"I'm still pretty worn out from AIT.  I think I'll just relax and maybe
take a nap."

   "Then" said Tom, "I'll accompany my bride on her shopping trip, and you
can rest."

   Everyone went their separate ways and Brian actually DID lie down.  He
was still a little hung over.

   He was awakened from a nice nap by his Aunt, who had told the girls she
had forgotten something at the house and would be right back.

   She awakened him by climbing into bed with him naked.

   "Brian honey?" she cooed in his ear as she pulled at the gym shorts he'd
pulled on that morning.

   He woke up and realized what was happening.  "Aunt Jill!  I thought that
was a dream last night!"

   "It was no dream baby.  I'm going to make sure that the Thackery line
doesn't end if ...  well, if something happens to you.  I know it won't,
but I'll feel a lot better about things if my belly gets nice and round
with your baby while you're over there in that place they're sending you."

   Brian was astounded.  "You want me to get you pregnant?" he said, his
voice rising much higher than a studly MP's voice ever should.

   "Yes I do, and we need to hurry.  I told the girls I would be right
back."

   Jill's powers of persuasion were well established and Brian, not having
had pussy available to him before, wasn't going to fight her off.  In no
time she was instructing him on the "best way to make sure you get me with
child", which actually involved ensuring that THIS time she had a nice,
long orgasm while his prick prodded her cervix and delivered up another
helping of the last of the Thackery seed.

   In no time at all Jill was happily thrusting her orgasming pussy up to
receive that helping, which was just as hot and wet as she knew it would
be.

   No sooner had he grunted his last grunt and rolled sideways, than she
was up and stuffing something round and rubbery into her vagina.  She
blushed as he watched her, and said "Diaphragm ...  to keep all that nice
Thackery seed up there where it belongs." Then as if she hadn't done
something completely astonishing, she pecked him on the lips and said,
"Hate to run, honey, but I don't want the girls to get suspicious." Then
she was dressed and off before Brian had even caught his breath.

   The girls to whom Jill had just made reference, were huddled in Beth's
room, much as they had been huddled in Liz and Patty's room the night
before.  Liz was describing, in graphic detail, exactly what she'd seen
that morning in the bathroom.  She had her hands about a foot and a half
apart.

   "I'm telling you it was THAT long!" she claimed.  She made her fingers
and thumbs into a circle that a Dachshund could trot through.  "And it was
THAT big around!" She saw that the other two weren't buying it.  "And it
was SO hard that he could have just beat me senseless with it ...  I
SWEAR!"

   "Well I believe the senseless part, cause that's just what you are if
you expect us to believe that." said Patty.  "If it was that big he
couldn't even WEAR pants." she said pragmatically.  She talked as if she
had ironclad evidence that Liz was wrong.

   Beth was just sitting there.  A little bit of drool tipped out of the
corner of her mouth and she snapped it closed.  She had always made Brian a
little bit bigger than life in her mind, and the description of his sexual
organ given by Liz fit her image of him perfectly.  She sighed as she
envisioned that big boner spurting out creamy white sperm that somehow, by
magic, got into her without killing her.  She jerked back to reality.  Her
panties were soaked.

   =============================================

   Nancy had Tom let her out at the curb.  "I'm sorry honey, but I forgot
to get some soybean powder, and I have to have it for a recipe I want to
try.  Would you be a dear and run back to the store for me?  It won't take
you long and I can get started.  It's in a red and blue can over at the
Thriftway.  If they don't have it, try the Piggly Wiggly." The Thriftway
was as far away from the house as any store was, and she was quite sure
they didn't stock that powder.  She wanted as much time with Brian as
possible.  What she was going to try to talk him into might take a while.

   Tom didn't mind running the errand.  He'd just stop off at that
traveling tool sale he'd seen over at the National Guard Armory and see
what they had.

   Brian was asleep again when his mother came into his room.  After Aunt
Jill had left he'd gone back to sleep, still naked.  His mother came over
and sat on the bed.  She stared.  His penis, though not rampant any more,
was a mess again.  The poor boy must be awfully horny to have to beat off
this much.

   She couldn't resist.  She bent over, picked up his limp pickle, and
sucked it in her mouth to get it all nice and clean.

   Brian was having a dream.  It was about his Aunt, and she was sucking
his dick.  It was, he decided as he drifted toward wakefulness, an awfully
nice and ...  realistic dream.  He'd never actually gotten any girl to give
him a hummer, but he was quite sure that it felt just like his dream.  He
almost didn't want to wake up, but he was horny and he was going to have to
beat off, and he had to be awake to do that.

   He opened his eyes.  He heard slurping, and realized it wasn't a dream
after all.  Somebody was, in fact, sucking his dick.  He lifted his head
and saw brown hair that looked vaguely familiar.  It was covering the face
of the woman who was doing what he was quite sure was a professional job of
sucking him off.  That head lifted off his rampant-again prick a little at
a time and lips he couldn't see kissed the tip.  Then the head turned and
he was looking into his mother's eyes.

   "MOM!" he yelped.

   "FUCK!"

   Then again "MOM!"

   Nancy held onto his cock.  "Brian, honey, I know this is strange, but
you have to listen to me honey.  You're going off to that war over there
and your Daddy's been cut and can't give me any more babies and your aunt
is right, honey, you really ARE the last of the Thackery line and if you
don't come back from over there honey ...  well there won't ever be another
Thackery ...  EVER!"

   She finally had to stop to breathe.

   Brian, who had always gotten into fights with his friends because they
made comments about how "attractive" his mother was, and about how lucky he
must be to get to see her naked sometimes, actually GOT into those fights
because he agreed with them.  He thought his mother WAS Playboy material.
And, after what had happened only an hour earlier with his Aunt Jill, he
had a pretty good idea where his mother was headed.

   This all amounted pretty much to a dream come true.  He decided that it
wasn't the best time to tell his mother that a whole cupful of the rare and
precious Thackery seed was currently residing in Aunt Jill's womb.

   Instead he did what most men aren't intelligent enough to do in a
situation like this.  "So what do you think we should do?" he asked the
woman who was holding his prick.

   "Well" said his mother, who jacked his cock when she felt it begin to be
a smidgen less firm than it had been, "I read an article that said
sometimes when men have been fixed, some of them, in RARE instances, don't
STAY fixed, and they can still father children ...  by accident.  I didn't
read the whole article.  But if I were to get pregnant ...  with you ...  I
could honestly say no penis but a Thackery penis had ever been in me and
that his operation must have gotten undone.  You KNOW I wouldn't suggest
this if it weren't the ONLY way for me to be SURE that your daddy's line
and YOUR line will go on." She managed to blush prettily while stroking her
son's cock.

   "Gosh, Mom" he said seriously.  "I guess it would sort of be my DUTY,
wouldn't it?  I mean if you put it THAT way, I'm the family's only hope."

   "That's right dear" she said, breathing faster.  She'd thought it would
take much longer to talk him into this.

   "Well, then, I'll DO it." he said, trying to make his voice sound
heroic.

   Nancy was down to bra an panties when she looked at her little boy, who
was watching her with eager eyes.  "You've never done this with any girl,
have you Brian?" she asked.  For some reason she wanted him to say he
hadn't.

   "No, Mom." he said truthfully.  His aunt could be called a lot of
things, but `girl' wasn't one of them.  "Heck Mom, Liz is the only girl I
ever even SAW naked," he added for effect, hoping she wouldn't ask him how
THAT happened.  Then he went for broke.  "I'm not sure I even know what to
do."

   Nancy beamed as she let her bra drop and reached for her panties.  "I'll
help you baby." she crooned.  "You just let mama take care of everything."

   Which is how Private Brian Thackery ended up perched on top of his
beautiful mother, with his iron hard penis firmly embedded in her fertile
belly as it pumped out ANOTHER half cup of the rare and precious Thackery
seed.  Nancy, having had two orgasms in the process, found her son
remarkably quick to learn the ins and outs of having hot, sweaty sex. 
ESPECIALLY the ins.  That he was now sucking her nipples while she felt the
last of his rare and precious Thackery seed flowing into her, and the fact
that she hadn't taught him how to do that, just convinced her he was a
natural lover.

   And, while this was her duty to the family, she couldn't help but look
forward to the next few sessions that would likely be necessary to ensure
that she got well and firmly pregnant with a Thackery baby.  She only had
twenty-five days in which to make sure it happened.

   ========================================

   That afternoon Brian spent some time with some of his old High School
buddies, swapping lies and dreaming about the future.  Several of them
asked him what the best part of joining the Army was.

   With a completely straight face he answered "It's GOT to be the pussy.
I've gotten more pussy since I joined up than you'd believe." But he
wouldn't let them push him into saying who all this pussy was.

   That night Tom pulled out a bag from the local movie rental store and
started producing every war movie he had been able to find at the place. 
He had everything from `The Sands of Iwo Jima' and `The Bridge at Remagen'
to `Mister Roberts' and several seasons worth of `Hogan's Heroes', not to
mention `Patton', `Platoon' and `Apocalypse Now'.

   "I just figured you might soak up some ideas to help you stay healthy."
he said to his laughing son.

   So Brian and his father sat and watched movies late into the night,
spending a little quality time laughing and dreaming about Brian being the
hero and coming home to parades and accolades.  You know, just normal
father/son bonding kinds of stuff.

   The Thackery women decided to join the men halfway through the first
movie.  Had the men known this was going to happen they probably wouldn't
have started with `Hamburger Hill'.  The women stayed about ten minutes and
suddenly found other things that were needful of being done.  They took the
Kleenex box with them.

   While wars were won and lost in the living room, Liz and Patty were
lying on their beds in their bedroom.  Both were thinking about the images
they had seen on the TV screen.  Images of death and destruction ...  and
dying soldiers.

   "You know he MIGHT not come back." said Liz.  Her eyes were suddenly
full of moisture.

   "He'll come back!" said Patty.  Her voice was tight.

   "What ...  if ...  he doesn't?" Liz was at that slight stuttering stage,
when a woman is about to cry and is trying hard not to, but can't quite
control her speech.

   "He HAS to come back." said Patty firmly.

   "Why?" cried Liz.

   "Cause he has to get married and have children, so Aunt Jill will shut
UP about the last of the Thackery seed!" She mimicked her aunt's voice as
she said the last part of the sentence.  She seemed upset about Aunt Jill.

   Liz sat up, tears streaming down her cheeks.  "Well, he IS, you know!"
She sniffled.  Then she stopped and looked thoughtful.  "What if he
wasn't?"

   Patty looked at her twin.  "What are you talking about?"

   Liz started to get excited.  "I mean what if he WASN'T the last of the
line?  What if there was a baby, and he was the Daddy of that baby.  He'd
HAVE to come back for that.  I mean he'd be more MOTIVATED to come back if
he had a son or daughter, right?"

   Patty flopped back down.  "That's the stupidest thing I ever heard." she
said, disgusted.  He doesn't even have a girlfriend.  And besides, just
because you're a father doesn't mean anything when you're off in a war
somewhere."

   Liz wasn't deterred.  "I know that!" she said hotly.  "But, if he DID
have a son back here at home, then his SON would be the last of the
Thackery seed, right?"

   "So who's going to HAVE this baby, miss smarty pants?" asked a still
disgusted Patty.

   Liz thought of the long, hard, thick cock she'd seen pissing all that
urine in the bathroom and shuddered.  It sure wasn't going to be HER who
had Brian's son.

   "Didn't you see how Beth looked at him at supper the other night?  It's
obvious she's got a thing for him.  I bet we could talk her into doing it.
I mean she's our cousin and all, but that's no big deal.  We learned in
World History that people have married their cousins for thousands of
years. And if she had his baby, maybe he'd be extra careful and not get
hurt and come back safe."

   Patty, always the pragmatic one of the pair, sat up again.  "So, what if
she has a girl?  What then?"

   Liz was frustrated.  "How am I supposed to know?  It was JUST an idea."
She rolled over and turned off her nightstand light.  Since the main
ceiling light was still on it didn't make any difference in the light level
in the room, but it sent a signal to Patty that their discussion was over.
Once again, both girls went to sleep with the image of little Thackery
babies crawling all over the living room rug.

   Brian didn't get to bed until Oh three hundred.  But, because his sleep
was uninterrupted on this night, he woke refreshed.  At breakfast Liz took
an inordinate interest in what he was going to be doing later that
afternoon.

   "Why are you so interested in what I'm doing this afternoon?" Brian
asked her directly.

   "I don't know.  We just never get to hang out.  Is it wrong for a sister
to want to spend time with her brother?" she tried to sound injured.

   "Well, you never wanted to spend any time with me before." he said.

   "You weren't going off to some foreign country before." she said.

   Brian looked at his sister.  The image of her naked in the shower popped
into his head.  Two other women in the family had wanted to "spend time
with him" recently.  The idea of lying on top of what he remembered in that
shower wasn't at all disagreeable.  Could that be what she wanted?  His
dick started to stiffen.

   "I don't really have any plans for this afternoon.  Dad suggested that I
get some of my stuff packed up so he can store it while I'm gone.  You want
to help me do that?"

   Liz sat up straighter.  Storing things would involve the basement, and
that's where the spare bedroom was.  And the family room too.  There was a
couch there that they sometimes used as a bed.  Now all she had to do was
get Beth over and convince her that she could solve the problem of the last
of the Thackery seed going off to war.

   "Um ...  I'll get back with you.  Gotta go.  Bye." She jumped up and
darted for the back door as her brother looked after, astonished.

   "Where's she going?" asked Nancy.  "She didn't even finish her
breakfast."

   "I don't know" answered Brian.  "She's acting all squirrelly."

   Nancy put her hands on her son's shoulders.  "Speaking of acting
squirrelly, your father is off playing golf today ..."

   Brian stood up.  He already had a boner, which Liz had caused, but his
mother wouldn't know that.  He turned and hugged her, pressing it into her.


   "What about Patty?" he asked, kissing his mother's neck.

   She shivered.  "I'll just send her to Jill's for something."

   Twenty minutes later, Nancy was a very happy woman as she had an orgasm
with her pussy wrapped firmly around her son's spurting prick.  She was
astonished at how quickly he had learned how to please a woman.  She was
even more pleased as he continued to pound her into the bed mercilessly,
his erection never flagging, even though he'd just fertilized her.  By her
calendar she should reach her peak of fertility in the next three days.

   "We ...  have ...  to ...  do ...  this ...  as much ...  as ... 
possible" she grunted as he slammed his cock into her again and again, "for
the ...  next ...  week." she panted.  She'd added on two days that
wouldn't actually be considered `productive', but then she deserved some
pleasure for her sacrifice, right?

   "Yes Mother" huffed Brian as he dished up dessert in the form of still
more slippery baby makers that he powered deep into his mother's womb.

   Brian Thackery was a typical teenage boy.  He was sure that neither his
mother nor his sexy Aunt Jill would end up pregnant.  He'd play along, of
course.  Once he'd had a little pussy he was hooked, but there was no way
either of them could get his baby in them.  He was just sure of that.

   And so, over the next week, he made four more deposits in Aunt Jill's
sperm bank, and rode his mother to a dozen or more bone rattling orgasms.
It was quite amazing that, as rare as the Thackery seed was reputed to be,
it flowed like water that week.

   But finally, both women came to the conclusion that, based on their
cycles, any further dalliances could not be claimed to be in the interests
of conceiving.  That was either already done, or never would be.  That they
both arrived at this conclusion about the same time, and in the same
general manner, could be attributed to the fact they were sisters, who
often act alike and have their menses at the same time.

   The end result was, though, that both women, with no little reluctance,
and many second thoughts, told Brian that it was all in Mother Nature's
hands now, and that their visits to his bed would have to stop.

   Brian was thoroughly bummed out.  He went from all the pussy he could
handle, back to what he'd had before it started ...  none.

   Chapter Three

   It was just the luck of the draw that Liz had her dream that very night.
Ever since she had seen her brother naked, Liz's sleep had been ... 
rattled a little, every so often.  She didn't remember the dreams, but she
woke up horny and wet, and she didn't understand why.  It bothered her a
little, because she didn't currently have a boyfriend and she wished she
knew who she was dreaming about.  It never occurred to her it might be her
own brother.

   It was late at night and quiet in the house.  Liz was dreaming.  This
time she knew she was dreaming, and she watched her dream unfold with
interest.  She was looking out the window toward the street in her dream,
something she almost never did in real life.  A dark green car pulled up to
the curb, and uniformed men got out.  In her dream one of them was
obviously a Chaplain.  She gasped, there in her dream, and her real body
gasped too.  She turned around, but she was alone in the house.  She called
for her parents, her sister, anybody, but only silence was there.  She knew
she was alone ...  all alone ...  all that was left of the Thackery family.
The men knocked at the door and she decided not to open it.  But it opened
anyway, creaking as it did, and there they were, all somber looking, there
with bad news.

   But in her dream Liz suddenly smiled and let them in.  She had to lean
back to open the door because her belly was in the way.  She was pregnant,
almost due to give birth, but the baby felt light as a feather in her
dream. The men told her Brian wouldn't be coming back, and they cried.  Liz
cried with them in her dream, but then smiled and told them it was all
going to be OK, because some of Brian was still left.  She showed them her
swollen pregnant belly and told them it was Brian's baby.  They smiled and
stroked her belly.  One man asked to see her breasts and she reached for a
button on her dress.

   Liz bolted awake and sat up, gasping for air.  She sagged as she
realized it was all a dream.  It had seemed so real.  She reached for her
stomach, which was flat and taut.  Something deep inside her sagged even
more as she thought about the men in her dream and what they had come to
tell her.

   She thought back to how she had tried to get Beth to come to the house
that day a week ago, to help Brian pack up the things in his room for
storage, but it hadn't worked.  Beth had been gone on an errand and Aunt
Jill had asked her for some help, and by the time she got back home Brian
was already stuffing things into boxes.  She HAD helped him do that,
talking to him in a fascinating and pleasurable way as she handed him
things.  She had always thought of her brother as a pain in the butt, but
she suddenly discovered he was really a pretty interesting guy.  It made
her even sadder about him going away.  And trying to get him and Beth
together during the rest of the week hadn't worked out either.  Maybe that
was why she had the dream.  She was running out of time.

   She glanced over at her sister, who was snoring lightly in the bed next
to hers.  As if she were still dreaming, Liz moved her legs off the bed and
stood.  She slid sideways through the door, which always squeaked as it was
opened, and crept along trying not to step on the creaky places she knew
were in the hallway.  Then she remembered how many times she had heard
those creaks and had just rolled over, paying no mind to whoever was going
to the bathroom.  Still, she needed to be careful, because if anybody
caught her, all hell would break loose.

   She got to Brian's door and paused.

   This was crazy!

   She turned around to leave, and then thought about her dream again.  She
realized she was wet between her legs, thinking about what she had gotten
out of bed to come do.  But he'd probably scream at her and throw her out.
She couldn't take the embarrassment of that.  She actually took two steps
back toward her room and the floor creaked, just like the sound of the door
opening in her dream.  She took a breath, turned back around, grasped the
handle of his bedroom door ...  and went into her brother's room.

   Liz's eyes were perfectly adapted to the dark, and the streetlight
coming through Brian's window made it easy to see him on the bed.  He was
taking up the entire bed, his arms flung wide, and one leg thrown almost
off the bed.  His other leg was bent at the knee.  He almost looked like he
had fallen from some great height and was dead.

   She shuddered and felt her stomach twist.

   And ...  he was naked.  She crept closer and his head moved.  She froze.
Her eyes were drawn to his groin.  There, again was his penis, and again it
was erect.  It was huge, to her mind, but maybe not quite as big as she
remembered it.  She sighed and felt a tremor in her pussy as she got even
wetter.  Somehow her certainty that SHE wasn't going to have that prick in
her had drifted away somewhere.

   She pulled at her oversized T shirt and let it drop on the floor,
leaving her as naked as her brother was.

   She didn't know what to do.  She'd had things in her pussy before, and
she knew her cherry was long gone, but she'd never let a boy stick one of
those things in her.  She leaned over and looked at it in the dim light. 
It looked white, like marble.  She wanted to touch it but she was afraid
he'd wake up.  Then she'd have to explain what she was doing and he'd throw
her out, or yell, or do something that would bring others.

   Liz licked her lips.  What if she put her mouth on it.  All the boys
begged her to do that when she went out with them, but she never had. 
She'd jacked two of them off, but that was only because she was afraid
they'd force her if she didn't do something to calm them down.  She hadn't
gone out with either of those boys again either.  But if she was sucking
him when he woke up, maybe he'd just get all horny and let her get some of
the last of the Thackery seed into her womb, where it might take root and
then, if a dark green sedan ever pulled up to the house, she might be able
to take that news without just dying herself.

   She planned it all out in her mind.  She'd grasp the shaft of that long
hard thing, and put her mouth on the tip and start sucking.  Then she'd
slide her hand up and down the shaft, and when he woke up he'd be too
involved in feeling good to make her stop.  Yes ...  it would work.  She
leaned forward, her mouth open.  She wondered what it would taste like.

   Brian Thackery drifted toward wakefulness feeling of a wet, hot mouth
sucking his knob.  A cool feminine hand was jacking him at the same time.
He decided it was his aunt, based on the feeling of the fingers around his
prick.  And she liked to wake him up that way too.  She must have changed
her mind, and wanted one more helping of the last of the Thackery seed.

   And he was ready to give it to her.  He'd gone to bed glum, thinking
that he'd gotten sort of used to dumping his load in a nice willing pussy.
So, when he woke up and it looked like he might be able to do it one more
time, he was rarin' to go.

   "Mmmmm yeah" he murmured, half asleep.

   Liz grinned ...  sort of ...  when she heard him.  Her plan was working.
Spittle leaked out of the corner of her mouth when she grinned and she
slurped, swallowing.  She hadn't thought it would be this messy.  But he
actually tasted good, and the feel of his flesh was delightful in her
mouth. She might just have to try this again, if she found the right boy.

   Brian liked his Aunt's mouth, but he liked her pussy more.  "C'mere" he
said softly.

   Now Liz didn't know what to do.  She didn't think he was really awake.
Maybe he thought he was dreaming.  She decided that, if she crawled up and
lay down, snuggling up against him, he'd probably go back to sleep.  Then
she could figure out how to get his cock in her pussy.  Once she got that
far it wouldn't matter if he woke up or not.

   So, in answer to his summons, she crawled up his body and prepared to
lie down with him.

   What she wasn't prepared for was for him to roll with her, putting her
under him, with his knees between hers.  She was startled by the quickness
of what happened, and then startled even more when she felt hard prick
poking at the gates of her love box.

   That touch brought fear rushing back to her, hovering all around her,
making it difficult to breathe.

   "Brian" she whispered, deciding it was time for him to wake up, because
she was getting a little nervous and had decided that maybe she WANTED him
to throw her out.

   Brian felt his chest come down on small firm breasts, just like his Aunt
Jill had.  His hand went between them and he grabbed his cock.  He'd had a
lot of practice at getting started lately, and his hand put the tip of his
cock unerringly where it belonged.

   "BRIAN!" said a female voice in his ear, and he heard passion in that
voice.

   Liz realized that she was about to be deflowered, and her "BRIAN!" had,
in fact, been filled with emotion ...  but it was fear, rather than
passion. She was quite sure that by saying his name in her normal voice,
right in his ear, that he would stop, raise his head, call her name and
THEN ...  throw her out.

   Instead, Brian, who thought he was shoving his iron hard prick in his
Aunt Jill, thrust forward, expecting to hear her relieved sigh of joy at
being penetrated clear to her cervix.

   He got a strangled combination of grunt, groan and vocal grimace
instead. She was also a LOT tighter than usual ...  a LOT tighter.  She
also wasn't quite as deep as he remembered, because when the tip of his
cock mushed into the end of her pussy, there was still an inch of his cock
sticking out.

   Brian finally arrived at the conclusion that this was NOT his Aunt Jill
under him, and it was NOT her pussy he was buried in.  He could tell by the
breasts pressing hotly against his chest that it was not his mother either.


   Private Brian Thackery did what any good soldier would do.  He did a
pushup.  Then he looked down at the woman whose pussy was impaled on his
prick.

   "Lizzy?" he said, his voice an octave higher than usual.

   "Owww, oh FUCK you're splitting me OPEN" groaned his sister.

   "What are you doing Lizzy?" he asked.

   "Ohhh owww.  What does it LOOK like I'm doing Brian?" she groaned.

   Brian wasn't stupid.  He thought Aunt Jill and his mother were ... 
silly, to put it nicely ...  based on their unswerving devotion to the
Thackery seed, as it were.  But he understood how important family roots
were in the South too.  And, pushed up over his sister, whose hips were
beginning to wiggle a little, and whose moans were less filled with pain,
and beginning to sound a tad bit like pleasure, he was hit with the insight
that the women in his family were actually SERIOUS about this 'last of the
Thackery seed' business.

   "You want to have my baby?" Brian said, wonder in his voice.

   "Ummmmm" her pussy pushed up at him, making his cock move inside her. 
"WANT isn't the right word" she sighed.  "But I'd never forgive myself if
something happened to you and there was nothing left of you."

   "You don't have to do this Lizzy" he said, intending to tell her about
Aunt Jill.  But he wasn't going to mention their mother.  He wasn't too
sure Liz would be able to deal with the fact that several cups of the
scarce and precious Thackery seed had been stored away in her mother's
womb.

   "Don't ruin this for me Brian." she moaned, reaching up for his face. 
"Would you kiss me please?  I think it's starting to feel a lot better."

   So Brian kissed his sister.  And he found out she kissed completely
different than either his aunt OR his mother.  And her pussy felt different
too.  Most of the orgasms he gave his mother and aunt involved mashing
their clitties.  But he couldn't get that deep into Liz.  It turned out it
didn't matter, because Liz loved the feel of his cock sliding in and out of
her tightly stretched pussy lips, which pulled her clitoral hood down
enough that the top of his cock scraped her clit nicely.  And, when the tip
of his cock dug into the back of her pussy tube, she felt the most
delicious kind of pain that wasn't really pain.  It felt like pain, but she
loved it.  She loved the feel of his thighs sliding across hers, and of his
chest sliding over her breasts.  Most of all she loved hearing his
breathing get faster, and louder, and knowing it was because of HER that he
was so excited.

   "Oh shit" he groaned" and Liz knew something was about to happen.

   "I'm gonna cum" he said, his eyes looking down at hers.  "Are you sure?"
he asked.

   She nodded her head furiously, not trusting her voice.  She winced as he
pushed hard into her and then felt something hot bloom all around where it
hurt.  He backed up and pushed again and she felt something give way inside
her as his cock sunk the rest of the way into her body.  Now the heat was
deeper inside her and she couldn't describe what it felt like because her
pussy was spasming all around his cock and she was cumming.  She'd cum on
her fingers, and cum on several vegetables.  She'd cum on her hairbrush
handle and she'd cum from rubbing her jeans-clad pussy up against a saddle
horn on a trail ride.

   But she'd never cum like this.  She squeaked, making little yipping
sounds, and then made a sound something like "Waaaahhhhhhhh" that got
louder and louder until Brian had to cover her mouth with his to keep the
whole house from hearing her.  She grabbed his pillow and pulled it between
their faces until it was covering hers.  Then she screamed into the pillow
as her whole body felt the tingling pleasure of what was happening to her.

   Brian dumped his balls, and a fresh batch of the very potent, very
precious, and very rare Thackery seed was planted deep in the womb of a
very fertile and suddenly very willing Thackery woman, who welcomed that
seed with every fiber of her being, and decided, right then and there, that
she would need to do this again very soon.  Very soon indeed.

   They melted together as Brian rolled sideways so he could relax without
worrying about crushing his sister.  "Thank you" he whispered.

   She kissed him lightly and said "I really am worried about you."

   "Do you have ANY idea how much trouble you're going to be in if I get
you pregnant?" he asked.

   "I can live with that." she said flatly.

   Brian felt guilty that he hadn't told her about the OTHER women who had
sampled the last of the Thackery seed.  "You REALLY don't have to do this
...  again." he finished lamely.  She was already full of his sperm, and if
there was an egg handy it didn't much matter if she did it again or not.

   Liz licked his chin with the tip of her tongue.  "I can't imagine losing
my cherry in a better way."

   "YOU WERE A VIRGIN?!" he gasped and she shushed him.

   "Of course I was.  I'm no slut."

   "Oh MAN!" he said softly.  "I wouldn't have done it like that if I'd
have known.  I thought you were ..." He had been about to say "somebody
else" but chopped it off.

   It worked out OK, though, because she thought he had been about to say
"experienced."

   Liz felt her inexperience when she went back to her room.  She ached,
and had to walk a little bowlegged.  Her thighs got wet too, because he had
put so much stuff in her that it ran down them as she tip toed back to her
bed.  Once she got in bed, though, the warm feeling in her belly felt so
good that she had no trouble getting to sleep.  She didn't dream for the
rest of the night.

   The following Friday night, Jill and her daughter came over to spend
some time with the Thackery family.  Liz, who now had a total of three
loads of the rare and precious Thackery seed in her womb, and now dreamed
almost every night that she had a big swollen belly with a cute little
Thackery baby in it, knew she should keep her mouth shut about that.

   But it was driving her crazy.  What teenage girl, when she has a secret
THAT huge, can resist sharing it with someone.  She couldn't share it with
Patty, because she was quite sure what Patty would do.  Patty would explode
like an Atom bomb.  They had talked about getting Beth pregnant ...  not
Liz.

   Liz looked at her cousin, whose doe eyes were glued on Brian as he
played cards with the adults.  Everybody in the family knew she was smitten
with him, except Brian, of course.  He still ruffled her hair and called
her "Squirt".  Boys were so stupid sometimes.  Aunt Jill asked Beth to get
her a glass of tea and Beth stood up.  She stretched and Liz looked at her
flat stomach.  Liz closed her eyes and In a mental flash she saw THAT
stomach swollen with a Thackery baby TOO!  Yes!  That was the answer!  If
TWO girls were pregnant with Brian's baby, that would almost guarantee the
continuation of the Thackery line.  And, if those two girls managed it
right, and wore the right clothes, by the time the adults finally found out
they were pregnant, it would be too late for them to stop the girls from
having their babies.  AND, since Brian would still be over there in that
far away place when the babies were born, no one would take the babies away
from them either.

   Liz opened her eyes and went to help Beth get the tea.  They were alone
in the kitchen.

   "Um ...  Beth?" prompted Liz.

   Beth looked at her with a question in her eyes.

   "I wanted to talk to you about something"

   "Oh?  What?" asked Beth as she poured a big glass of sweet tea.

   "You like Brian ...  right?"

   Beth's eyes went hooded.  This was dangerous territory.  If anybody knew
just how MUCH she liked her cousin the jokes would never end.  "Sure.  I
guess." she said, trying to make it sound like she hadn't thought much
about it.

   "Come on Beth" chided Liz gently.  "You like him ...  a lot.  Don't
you?"

   "What do you want Liz?" asked Beth a little crossly.

   "If I tell you something ...  a secret ...  will you promise not to tell
another soul?" Liz knew that would get Beth's attention.  That kind of
question got EVERY woman's attention.

   "What?" asked Beth carefully.

   "You have to promise" said Liz.  "On Grandma Harker's grave." Grandma
Harker's old weathered headstone had been used for generations to make
promises over.  She was reputed to have been a harridan of the first
magnitude, having gone through four husbands, all of whom died, it was
rumored, from being nagged to death.

   "I'm not going over there to ..."

   "You don't have to go to the graveyard." said Liz.  "Just promise on
Grandma Harker's grave and I'll tell you."

   Beth looked speculatively at her cousin.  Liz wasn't smiling, like there
was some joke going on.  On impulse Beth went to the door and looked around
behind it to see if Patty was hiding there.  She wasn't.

   Beth turned around and looked at Liz.  "OK, I promise."

   "On Grandma Harker's grave" prompted Liz.

   "Good GRIEF!  OK, OK, on Grandma Harker's grave!" said Beth in a
disgusted tone.

   "I let Brian have sex with me." whispered Liz.

   You've heard the phrase "quiet as a tomb"?  Well, that kitchen was just
plumb FULL of quiet.  Until the glass of tea slid from Beth's nerveless
fingers and hit the floor, smashing and splashing tea everywhere.

   "SHIT!" screamed Beth.

   "Uh Oh" muttered Liz.  No curse word of ANY sort had EVER been heard to
pass through Beth's lips.  And Liz had a feeling that it didn't have
anything to do with a broken glass OR some spilled tea.  Her plan had been
to invite Beth to share the 'wealth' so to speak, but events were moving
too quickly.

   "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!" yelled Beth again, stamping her right foot with
each forbidden word.  The kitchen was suddenly filled with concerned
adults, who were expecting pools of blood at a minimum, based on Beth's
exclamations.

   "Beth, honey?" said Jill tentatively.  Beth's eyes were bugged out and
her face was suffused with blood.  She was obviously intensely, amazingly,
astoundingly upset.  "It's OK, baby, it's just a glass of tea." finished
her mother.

   Beth turned to her cousin, a dangerous glint in her eye.  "You get to do
EVERYTHING!" she shouted.  Then she turned and bolted for the back door. 
It would have been a magnificent Southern Woman Exit too, except that
somebody had thrown the bolt and the door wouldn't open.  She struggled
with it, unable to see the lock handle because of the tears in her eyes and
finally shouted "SHIT!!" one last time before turning around and walking,
almost regally through the astonished adults.

   Brian was the last one she passed, and Beth took the time to stop in
front of him and, from only two inches away, she said "I am SO pissed off
at you!" And then she went on into the living room and out the front door.
Liz went after her in hot pursuit.

   "What did I do?" asked a confused Brian.

   Nancy and Jill both remembered experiencing overwhelming (usually)
hormonally based crisis situations when they were teenagers, and they both
knew that such world-shaking events almost always resolved themselves after
a good cry.  They opted to let nature take its course.

   Nancy responded by playing one of her favorite games.  She addressed her
clueless son.  "Well, if you're so dense that you don't understand it by
now, I'm certainly not going to waste an hour explaining it to you." She
elbowed her sister and winked.

   "Understand what?" asked Brian plaintively.

   Jill wanted to laugh.  Playing with men was so much fun.  "Don't look at
me.  I'm just her mother.  YOU'RE the one she's mad at.

   "But I didn't DO anything!" he complained.

   "Welcome to being a man." said his father.  "We were winning.  They
probably arranged this whole thing just to get out of being beat at
Spades."

   Beth was forgotten as both women rose to the bait and demanded that the
game go on.  Within five minutes all four adults were poring over freshly
dealt hands as if there were money involved.

   Outside, Liz ran to catch up with her irate cousin.  "BETH!" she called.
"Stop Beth, I can explain!"

   Beth, who had been stomping along whirled to face Liz.  "You KNEW how I
felt about him.  I know you did.  How could you DO this to me?"

   Liz, always pragmatic, said "Come on Beth.  He's your cousin.  How was I
supposed to know you wanted to crawl in bed with him?  Hell, I didn't even
know that I wanted to crawl in bed with him!  Not until the dream.  That's
what I wanted to tell you about.  I had this dream, and when I woke up I
knew I had to ...  you know ...  with him."

   "What dream?" Beth had the same amount of curiosity that most women had.

   So Liz told her about the dream, and about how she'd decided that
somebody had to do something about Brian being the last male Thackery who
could father babies.

   "It just sort of happened." she ended.

   "I can't believe this." said Beth.  She looked up.  "So are you
pregnant?"

   "I don't know." said Liz.  "It was just two days ago.  I've never done
anything like this before."

   "But if you don't know, how will you know if you have to ...  you know
...  try again?" Beth looked unhappy at the idea that it might be needful
for Liz to have more sex with her brother.

   "Well, for one thing, I think I want to try again just because it was
fun." said Liz.

   Beth started getting mad again, and Liz saw that.  "But wait!" she said
loudly.  "The whole REASON I wanted to tell you this is that I think YOU
should do it TOO!"

   "What?" Beth was stunned.

   "I think there should be TWO of us who ...  you know ...  keep something
of his ...  I mean in case something happens to him."

   "That's crazy!" yelled Beth.

   "I know it is, but we HAVE to Beth.  What happens if my dream comes
true?" The thought of that brought tears to her eyes.  It brought tears to
Beth's eyes too and soon the two girls were clasping each other, crying
their eyes out.

   Finally they calmed down.  Beth reached out and wiped Liz's smeared
mascara with her thumb.  "What about Patty?" she asked.

   Liz snorted.  "She'd think we were both perverts."

   "Well?" asked Beth pointedly.

   Liz blushed.  "We're NOT perverts!  We're just doing what has to be done
to carry on the Thackery line."

   Beth sighed.  "OK, but what if Brian won't go along with it?"

   Liz smiled.  "Don't worry about that.  I have a plan."

   Twenty minutes later they were back at the house.  They walked in
together, talking about the new CD released by Cindy Lawlor, arguing about
whether it was Pop or Hip Hop.  They both walked by the adults as if they
weren't even there.  Nancy and Jill traded self satisfied looks.

   Brian watched the girls go by.  "What the ...?" he murmured to himself.

   "Don't think about it" advised his father.  "You'll be bald by the time
you're thirty if you try to understand women." He scratched at his almost
hairless pate.

   The game broke up when the women set the men and went over 500 in the
same hand, laughing and crowing about how the big strong men had been
trounced by the poor weak women.  Jill said she had to get up early in the
morning to go Garage Saleing and yelled for Beth.  Liz stuck her head in
the room and announced that Beth was staying the night ...  if that was OK.


   It was.

   As everyone was getting ready for bed, Liz sidled up to her brother and
spoke to him in a low voice.

   "Can I come see you again tonight?"

   Brian's eyes darted to his parents, who were leaving the room.  Patty
was also on the other side of the room, cleaning up empty pop cans and beer
bottles.  "Um ...  sure.  I guess so." Then he remembered who she'd been
talking to all night.  "Uh ...  what about Beth and Patty?"

   "That's what I wanted to talk to you about.  Beth's going to share my
bed.  I'm going to tell her I can't sleep and then I can leave.  But your
room's too close.  Can you meet me down in the family room?" The family
room was in the basement.  It had a big couch in it, that was often used as
a bed when visitors overfilled the bedrooms.

   "OK" he said.

   He waited almost an hour for people to get in bed and get to sleep. 
Then he tip-toed down the stairs to the family room.

   "Don't turn on the light" came Liz's soft voice from the area of the
couch.  "Somebody might see it.  I'm on the couch."

   It was dark, and he couldn't see anything, but he felt his way to the
couch, and found warm, naked girl waiting for him.  As he sunk down on top
of her he was amazed at the passion with which she met him.

   There were kisses ...  long, passionate, wet kisses that sucked the
breath out of them both and they panted as a result.  Her hands pushed his
head to her breasts, and he found her nipples by feel, sucking on both of
them as she sighed and wiggled under him.  Her legs were spread wide and he
was so excited he couldn't wait.  He crawled up over her, fisting his cock
and fishing around with the tip in her swampy opening.  He was about to
shove it in her when he remembered that, until two nights ago, she was a
virgin.  And the two times they had done it since she had been very
appreciative if he went slowly when he first went into her warm, willing
pussy.  It was that that caused him to enter her slowly, a little at a
time, gently.

   And it was that that saved Beth from the worst of the pain as her rare
and cherished virginity was sacrificed for the sake of the last of the
equally rare and cherished Thackery seed.

   Liz hid behind the couch, wishing she could see.  Beth was making noises
that, so far, suggested she was having a GREAT time.  But sooner or later
Brian was going to shove that long hard penis in the poor girl and, unknown
to Brian, he would claim his second virgin in almost as many nights.

   Beth had assured Liz that she could take him ...  that it would be OK.
But, as her spasming pussy was slowly stuffed full of rampant prick for the
very first time, Beth began to feel the onset of panic.  She was being
cruelly stretched.  She thought she had torn her hymen already, playing
with her pussy, but the sting of pain at the bottom of her slit told her
otherwise.  Then his heavy body pinning her to the couch, he had slowly put
more and more and still MORE penis in her.  Still, she couldn't say
anything yet.  If he found out he wasn't fucking Liz he might stop.

   "Unghhhh, you feel so tight" he whispered to the hair-covered ear beside
his mouth.

   "Mmmmmm" was the feminine reply.

   At this point, Brian, who had taken things slowly up til now, decided he
had been careful enough.  He began to fuck the fabulously tight pussy that
was sucking at his prick.  What probably saved Beth from a bad experience
was the fact that because she was so tight, she brought him off almost
immediately.  His prick coughed and shots of slippery sperm lanced out of
his cock, coating Beth's pussy walls and relieving much of the friction
that was causing her discomfort.  Then, because teenaged boys can, Brian
kept fucking his lover, wanting to give her a nice hard orgasm.  Things
began to feel lots better to Beth almost immediately.

   Three minutes later she had her first orgasm.  It caused Brian some
problems, because when she felt it coming she wrapped her legs around him,
and her arms around him, and all those limbs contracted and froze as her
pussy spasmed and milked the beautiful cock that was making her feel
soooooo wonderful.  She held him so tightly that he couldn't move in and
out.

   The girl under him shuddered as she came on his cock.  The rippling of
her pussy suggested that his second urge to ejaculate could be gratified.
That urge boiled up in him and he let all his weight fall on her pussy as
he felt the first jets of his sperm jet out into her pussy.

   A voice came from the stairs.  "Liz?  Beth?" It was Patty's voice.

   The light came on and Brian stared down into his cousin's face as his
cock twitched and fired two more times.  Beth's eyes were squinting at the
light, but her mouth was open as she gasped for air.  He stared into her
eyes and shoved his cock in her again as it went off twice more.  Her
pupils dilated as she felt his spend being deposited deep inside her.

   "Don't ...  stop!" she gasped at the man who was fertilizing her garden.

   "What ..." came Patty's voice.

   Movement in Brian's peripheral vision turned into Liz as she bounced
into sight from behind the couch.

   "SHHHHHH" she said to her sister.  "You'll ruin EVERYTHING!" she said in
a loud stage whisper.

   "WHAT'S GOING ON!?" came Patty's entirely too loud voice.

   "SHHHHHH" I can explain everything!" said Liz hopefully.

   Brian, looking down at his lovely cousin, who was currently being pumped
full of his spunk, thought he knew what was going on.

   "You want a baby?" he whispered to her.

   Beth was scared, but this was something she knew she wanted.  She
nodded.

   Brian leaned down and kissed her, and this kiss was gentle, a thank you
for what she had given him, as his prick finally began to soften in her
pussy.

   Meanwhile, there was some fancy talking going on over by the stairwell
as Liz went into Saleswoman-of-the-Year mode, trying to convince her sister
that this was what they'd talked about, and it was necessary, and vital,
and important and at least six other impressive words.  She was talking so
fast and so furiously that her sister couldn't get a word in edgewise.

   There was the crack of a hand hitting a cheek and Brian looked up to see
Liz holding her cheek.  It was eerily silent.  Brian got off his cousin and
stood up to face Patty.  His cock had softened, but was still half hard. 
It was also covered with a sheen of milky white streaks.

   Liz, over her shock at being slapped drew breath to start in again, but
Patty held up her hand.

   "Just shut up." she said softly.  She took a step toward Brian, and her
eyes drifted down over his chest, and then lower, to his sperm covered
cock. Patty leaned sideways and looked around her brother to where Beth was
still lying, splayed out on the couch, her pussy weeping thick pale sauce.

   Patty looked back at her brother's face.  "Well, obviously you didn't
force her." she said.

   "No" he said back.  "I'm not sure I could explain it, but it really was
an accident."

   Patty snorted.  "This was no accident."

   Liz tried again.  "I tricked him.  I -" She stopped as Patty's stern
gaze shifted from Brian to her.

   "I told YOU to shut up." Patty glanced over at her sister.  Then she
looked back at Brian.  "We talked about you." she said looking in his eyes.

   He looked surprised.

   "All three of us" she said, going on.  "We were worried about you.  And
about what Aunt Jill said.  About you being the last Male Thackery.  We
talked about it ...  a couple of weeks ago."

   "Oh." said Brian.  He didn't know what else to say.

   "And Liz even came up with some story about how she saw you naked and
how HUGE you were and all that.  And then she had this lame-brained idea
about having you get Beth pregnant.  But I never thought they'd do
something like THIS!" she said, shaking her head.  "I thought about it,
when I saw you and Aunt Jill going at it like animals, but I didn't think
any of the others knew."

   Brian leaned backwards in surprise.  "Aunt Jill?" he said.

   Beth sat up.  "My mother?"

   Liz's jaw dropped.  "Aunt Jill?" She sounded confused.

   Patty turned to her and shook her head again.  "Yeah.  I was going to
the bathroom one night and I heard noises in his room, so I looked in there
and he was on top of Aunt Jill, doing what he apparently -" she leaned
around him to look at Beth again "- was just doing to Beth."

   Liz was astonished.  "You saw him and Aunt Jill DOING IT?"

   Patty nodded.

   "And you DIDN'T TELL ME!?" Liz sounded hurt.  Then her eyes went wide.
"Wait a minute.  Did you just say you thought about it?"

   "Yes.  Aunt Jill was making these sounds that made my pussy wet." said
the girl her sister would have sworn would never say the word 'pussy'.

   Beth had gotten up from the couch and appeared beside Brian.  The two of
them looked like they were illustrative models for the difference between
male and female, standing side by side.

   Beth's voice had a note of something ...  ominous.  "You saw him fucking
my MOTHER!?"

   Patty glanced at her cousin.  "Yup.  And from the looks of it he was
doing a good job."

   "PATTY!" said Liz, shocked to her core that Patty would be that ... 
crude.

   Brian looked down at Beth just in time to see her say "I am SO pissed at
you!  I'm even MORE pissed than when I found out you fucked Liz!"

   Now Patty showed surprise.  She turned to her sister.  "YOU did it TOO?"
Liz colored up nicely, and just nodded her head.

   Patty regained her composure and looked down at her brother's soft
penis. "I'm going back to bed.  Don't make so much noise.  I don't think
Daddy would approve of this." Then, to their astonishment, Patty turned and
padded back up the stairs.

   The mood was lost, though, at least for Brian.  Liz wanted him to bed
her that night too and Beth would have gone again, after she got over being
mad that he had fucked her mother, but Brian shook his head and said "I've
got ten days left.  You don't have to be in a hurry."

   When the girls got to their bedroom Patty was already rolled over,
facing away from them and didn't answer their whispered query as to whether
she was awake or not.

   She was, in fact, awake, but didn't want to talk.  Her eyes were closed,
but she could still see Brian on top of Beth, Beth's legs cast wide in
acceptance of what he was doing to her.  And she'd seen that thick white
column of man flesh sliding in and out of Beth too, before he'd jammed it
in and held it there, deep, as he grunted and made sounds.  Those sounds
made it all too clear what he was doing - spurting his cousin full of thick
baby juice.

   She couldn't help but wonder what it was like.

   Chapter Four

   The next day Patty cornered her sister and cousin after breakfast and
demanded that they tell her everything.  She knew why they'd done it, of
course, but she insisted on being told again and again what that first time
was like.  Had it hurt?  Had they bled?  Was it uncomfortable?  When the
answers about the negative aspects of it were vague, and their talk about
the positive aspects got more and more unbelievable, Patty held up her hand
to stop them.

   "So you're gonna keep doing it with him." she stated.  "Until he leaves,
I mean."

   Liz nodded, but that wasn't good enough for Beth.  Her dream had come
true the night before and she was still on cloud nine.  "I'm going to let
him do that even after he comes back." she said.  Then she blushed as she
realized she'd said it out loud.  She stuck her jaw out.  "Well I am!"

   "Well if he comes back, we're all going to be in a HEAP of trouble."
said Patty.

   "We all?" said Liz archly.

   "OK, you all are going to be in a heap of trouble." she amended.  By now
she was so curious that had she started trying to talk herself into letting
Brian fuck her too.  She was arguing with herself, though, and she didn't
know who was winning.

   "What if you guys both have girls?  What then?  Girls can't carry on the
family line."

   Liz said "We don't even know if we're pregnant yet you goof!"

   Patty went on.  "Yeah, but what if you are ...  both of you ...  and
what if you both have a girl?"

   "So what are we supposed to do?" asked Beth plaintively.

   "Well, I could see there being TWO girls ...  but not THREE." said
Patty, as if that explained everything.

   "What?" responded both Beth and Liz at exactly the same time.  Neither
of them got what Patty was talking about.

   Patty acted like she was lecturing five year olds.  "I can see the
possibility that Brian could get two girls ...  women I mean ...  pregnant,
and that both of those women might have girls.  But if he got THREE women
pregnant, one of them would just HAVE to be a boy.  I mean statistically
there would just HAVE to be a boy."

   Liz's eyes widened.  "You want to fuck him too!" She grinned widely. 
"Admit it ...  you want Brian to pop your cherry too, don't you?"

   Beth hadn't been happy about even one other girl getting access to her
dream boy's prick.  The thought of two other girls getting it made her
start to smolder.  "I don't THINK so." she said.

   "NO!" said Patty.  "I didn't say I WANTED to do it.  I'm just saying
that, statistically, it would be better to have three babies than two. 
That's all.  I mean ...  really, you both COULD have a girl."

   Liz wasn't buying it.  "Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Well, I'm willing to take my
chances.  I just am going to try to get Brian's baby in me and I'll hope
it's a boy, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I love it when he's in me.  I
wish I could do it all day long!"

   Beth still wasn't happy.  "It's not fair!  You guys are his SISTERS! 
You shouldn't even be DOING this.  I'm the one who's going to have Brian's
baby and then he won't be the last of the Thackery seed any more!"

   Then the conversation was broken up by Nancy, who stuck her head in the
door and told them to get ready to go down to Mobile, so that Aunt Mildred
could see Brian before he shipped out.  That took the rest of the day,
though all three girls did get a chance to talk to Brian about things.  Had
it been a "normal" trip, they might not have said a word to him, but things
had changed and they all worked on an honest relationship with him.

   That night Brian went out with his friends and didn't get back until
late, long after the girls had given up and gone to sleep.

   And Brian slept late the next day, sleeping in until noon.  Nancy had a
'Daughters of the Confederacy' meeting to go to that afternoon, and,
suddenly, the girls were alone with Brian.

   He came awake to the feeling of being smothered in soft girl flesh as
both Liz and Beth crawled all over him, stark naked, complaining of an
"empty feeling" and demanding to be filled.  Patty stood in the doorway,
torn between leaving and watching.

   In the end she watched.

   She was amazed at how willingly the girls spread their legs for Brian.
She was astonished at how huge his erect penis looked.  She was
flabbergasted when he slid that huge thing effortlessly into first Beth,
and later Liz.  Her eyes narrowed as each girl got more and more active
before going into paroxysms of orgasmic pleasure.

   She shuddered as Brian warned each girl he was about to pour her full of
the rare and priceless Thackery seed.  But each time she watched her
brother push into one of his lovers, and saw his butt muscles clench as he
fertilized them, she felt a gush of juice make her pussy wet.

   She had to leave at one point, but it was only to change her panties
before going back.  Everything was over by then.  Brian glanced at her, but
didn't say a word.  Had he gotten up and walked toward her she'd have
screamed and run in panic.  She knew that like she knew the sun would set
that evening.

   But when he DIDN'T get up and walk toward her, she felt unaccountably
like something was wrong.

   She couldn't take it any more when Brian started round two with each of
the girls, and she left to go visit Stacy Johnston, who, to Patty's intense
disgust, wanted to talk about boys.

   For two more days Patty watched as Liz or Beth, or both of them together
found ways to be alone with Brian.  And each time she knew what was going
on behind the closed door, or in the back seat of the car, or wherever. 
Her pussy stayed wet.

   It was the next morning when it occurred to Patty that, based on her
last period, she was probably in the most fertile part of her cycle, and
would be for another two or three days.  She told her mother she was going
for a bike ride.

   She didn't come back until eight-thirty that night.

   Her parents were frantic, of course.  Brian had been out all afternoon
cruising around in the car, but Anniston is a town full of little streets
and alleys, and, of course Oxford is literally right next door, with it's
old town shops.  For that matter she could have ridden her bike onto Fort
McClellan, where she could ride around for days without being found.

   So there were thunderclouds over the house when she pedaled in, dropped
her bike, and walked in the back door like nothing had happened.

   To her credit, she took it all with quiet stoicism.  She'd been out,
thinking, and knew she should have called them.  So she endured the
lectures and the grounding and the lectures after the grounding, and, of
course, the stories of girls kidnapped and raped and killed that came at
various points DURING the lectures.  And when everyone was done yelling at
her she walked quietly to her room.  She took a shower and got in bed,
again facing the wall.  Aunt Jill and Beth, who had also been driving
around looking for her, went home.  Liz, who had been frantic with worry
for her twin, dropped into her own bed, exhausted, and slept.

   Eventually the house went quiet as night spread its blanket over the
family.

   Brian pretty well figured somebody would pay him a visit that night, so
he didn't bother to put on anything after his shower.  He lay naked on his
bed, half hard from the anticipation, and read a book.  It was late, and
the house had been quiet for a while.

   He was about to close the book and turn out the light when Patty
appeared in the doorway suddenly, without knocking.  The door just opened
silently, and there she was.  The only reason Brian noticed was some small
movement he saw in his peripheral vision, that cause his head to swivel
towards the door.  What she was there for was obvious.  She was dressed
only in panties.

   She slid in the door and closed it quietly behind her, leaning back
against it.  Even though she acted cool as a cucumber, Brian could tell she
was ...  excited.  First of all she was flushed clear down to the tops of
her breasts, which were rising and falling rapidly.  Secondly, her hands
fluttered at her hips, as if she didn't quite know what to do with them. 
And her nipples were erect, sticking out as though they were trying to
burst off of her flesh and bounce against the walls.  Those nipples were
darker than Brian would have expected.  Liz's nipples and areolas were pink
and pale, but Patty's were more toward maroon.  Otherwise he could have
been looking at Liz.

   Brian tried to put her at ease.  "I hoped you'd come." he said softly.

   Her eyes widened fractionally in surprise.  She still couldn't adjust to
the idea that she was going to let her brother slide his penis inside her
and, hopefully, make her pregnant.  It was just too strange.

   "Really?" she said, her voice younger than her years.  She looked about
ready to bolt.

   "Yes" he said simply.  "You're beautiful, Patty."

   It seemed like a stupid thing to say, considering the circumstances, but
somehow it was the thing that made her relax a little.

   "This seems weird." she said, still leaning against the door.

   "It's hard for me to explain how I feel about all this." he said.  "I
mean I know it's crazy, and incest, and all that stuff.  But what you ...
and the others ...  are doing is so wonderful.  I mean it makes me feel ...
I don't know ...  special somehow."

   "Really?" she asked again.  Her body leaned forward, onto her feet and
she took a tentative step toward the bed, and her brother, who was lying on
it.

   "Yeah.  Really.  I mean at first it just was a chance to get ...  laid."


   He saw the look of shock in her eyes and held up his hand.  "Don't be
upset.  It just seemed like that was the whole point.  At first.  But when
Beth said she really wanted my baby, and Liz came back again and again, it
was like suddenly I really WAS somebody special.  I can't really put it
into words."

   Patty took another step.  "I know how you feel.  When we talked about it
I thought it was a stupid idea.  But the more I thought about it ...  I'm
scared though, Brian."

   He rolled over and his mostly stiff cock flopped onto the bed.  Patty
stared at it and took a step back.

   "Wow" she said softly.  "I still can't get over how ...  how big it is."

   "I won't hurt you Patty" he said soothingly.  "You don't even have to do
this."

   "Yes I do" she said firmly, taking two steps toward him.  "It's my duty.
You have your duty and I have mine.  Liz and Beth might have girls.  They
might not even get pregnant."

   "If you're sure you want to do this, then I promise I'm going to make
you very very happy." he said, patting the bed right beside his cock.

   She came over to the edge of the bed, staring at his cock like it was
some 4th of July firework that hadn't gone off yet, and nobody knew whether
it was safe or not.  But, looking at it, she felt a rush of warmth in her
pussy and realized that, besides looking scary, it looked ...  interesting
too.  She marveled at the smoothness of the skin and at how soft the hair
around the base looked.  Her eyes slid to the big sack under the base.  It
looked full and she felt another rush of warmth in her pussy.

   Brian, meanwhile, was staring at his sister's almost naked body.  He
felt the urge to mate, and his penis hardened fully, but he knew that Patty
was frightened.  He knew that this time, when he coupled with a Thackery
woman, he would need to be tender.

   "You can touch it ...  if you want to." he said softly.

   "It looks ...  different." she said vaguely.  Tentatively she reached
out and touched it with one fingertip.  It lurched and she drew her finger
back.

   "I think it likes you." he joked.

   Patty giggled.

   "How 'bout if I make you feel good first?" suggested Brian.

   "How?" she said, touching his cock with her finger again, stroking it
with that one fingertip.

   "I want to touch you." he said.  He scooted back, making room for her on
his bed.

   Patty looked at him, torn, her emotions fluctuating wildly.  "I ...  I
don't ..."

   "Let me kiss you" he said.  He reached for her and coaxed her onto the
bed, pulling her into a full body hug.  She was stiff, her eyes filled with
fear, inches from his own.  He kissed the tip of her nose.

   Now she felt each place his skin touched her.  She could feel the heat
of his cock, sandwiched between her abdomen and his.

   "I love you Patty." he said soothingly.

   "You have to love me.  I'm your sister." That came from the pragmatic
part of her brain.

   He kissed her lips, soft, short, repetitive kisses made by pushing at
her lips with his.  They disarmed her because they were so soft and
non-threatening.  She began to kiss him back and then the kisses got
longer, and warmer, until their lips were glued together and he began to
slide the tip of his tongue into her mouth.

   She felt herself melt against him as his kisses stole her breath. 
"Mmmmm" she said into his mouth, licking him back.  "I like this."

   "You'll like this better" he said, and began kissing across her jaw, to
her throat and then down to her chest.  She didn't have time to tense up
before he captured one of her stiffened nipples in his mouth and sucked it
in.

   "Ahhhhhhh" she groaned as streaks of pleasure shot into her pussy from
that nipple.

   He lifted his head and whispered to her.  "If you make too much noise
somebody's going to come and make us stop."

   Patty clapped one hand over her mouth and used the other hand to pull
his head back to her breasts.  He changed nipples and then, after sucking
that one until it was an inch long, started kissing down her belly.

   Patty knew what he was going to do and she froze.  He pulled the
waistband of her panties down and pushed his nose through her pubic hair.
Then he got up on his hands and knees, pulling her stiff legs apart and
crawling between them.  "Relax" he said softly.

   "Mfph ng bfrt" she said into the hand covering her mouth.

   Brian made her bend her knees and he pushed her heels toward her butt.
She felt completely exposed, even though she still had on panties.

   Brian leaned down and pushed his face against her pussy through the
panties, just pushing and sliding his face around in her crotch.  Patty
felt pins and needles assail her pussy as his nose and then his chin
pressed into her clitty.  He reached up with his fingers and squeezed and
rolled her nipples.

   "Mfph ng bfrt" she said again.

   Brian lifted his head.  "I'm going to take your panties off now Patty."

   "mm mm" she said into her hand.

   "Yes" he said.  His hands reached for the waistband and pulled.  Patty's
eyes showed white all around her irises as he pulled harder and harder,
until finally her hips lifted and he slid them off her ass and down her
thighs until they were stretched tight.  He sat up and lifted her feet,
pulling on the panties until she took one foot out of them.

   Before she could react or think Brian pushed her knees apart, leaned
down and fastened his lips around the mouth of her sex, shoving his tongue
into her pussy.  "MMMMNNNNGGGGGGG" she moaned into her hand.

   Patty hadn't known what to expect, so it isn't fair to say she was
surprised at the feelings of glorious happiness that coursed through her
young body as her brother found, and sucked on her clitty.  Her hips jerked
upwards with enough force to lift his head eight inches and she scrabbled
for a pillow, knowing she was going to scream, and that she couldn't stop
herself from doing it.  Her flailing hand caught the pillow and brought it
to cover her face just as her agonized cry of pleasure burst out.

   What came from under the pillow was a muffled "MMMAAAAHHHHHH" as her
muscles, independent of conscious control, snapped her pussy up against his
mouth again twice in a rapid beat.  Then she couldn't breathe and she
lifted the pillow to draw in a gasping breath of air.  Everything was
happening too fast for her to keep up with or understand as an orgasm
crashed through her body and she flopped, almost as if she were having a
seizure of some kind.

   Her obvious ecstasy inflamed Brian and his carefully thought out plan to
take it nice and slow with Patty began to develop cracks and flaws as he
used his front teeth to savage her clit.  His cock felt like it was so hard
it might break off if something hit it too hard.

   Brian lifted his face from Patty's gushing sex and crawled up, stopping
just long enough to suck each of her spiked nipples and let the tip of his
cock press between her virgin pussy lips.  He dragged the pillow off her
face and saw her eyes were tightly closed.  When she opened her eyes and
looked at him they were glazed and shocked looking.

   "So you want a baby?" he whispered.

   Patty didn't actually understand the words and her "Uhhhhhhh" was
actually part of the slide her emotions were making down from the peak of
her orgasm.  Brian, though, heard assent.  "I'm going to give you one
Patty. I'm going to fuck you now and make a baby in your belly."

   Now something penetrated Patty's lust fogged brain.  "Baby" she
whispered.

   Brian pressed and his cock forced her virgin lips apart.  Patty's hips
did a wiggle and dance as she began to feel pain and automatically tried to
avoid being speared.  But all that did was adjust the angle of his attack
until he was perfectly aligned with her sheath.  All thoughts of being
gentle were gone and Brian pressed forward as fast as his own foreskin
could take.  Her hymen stretched cruelly and then tore, and, as that
minimal resistance disappeared, Brian's cock bored into her slippery
channel, forcing the breath out of her that she might have screamed with.
Just as the tip of his cock mushed into her cervix, his pubic hairs tangled
with hers and his pubic bone flattened her clitoral bud.

   There was a mingled "Ahhhhhhh" from Brian and the sound of air rushing
into Patty's lungs as she prepared to scream bloody murder.

   Brian, inexperienced as he was, felt the urge to kiss his lover and he
sealed his lips over hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth about the
same time as her scream tried to get out.  Brian's overheated libido caused
him to hump his sister three times in rapid succession, resulting in the
repetitive stimulation of both her cervix and her clit.  All pain was
suddenly ignored as Patty felt the thing that has made women crave a pussy
full of prick for thousands of years.

   Their lovemaking, if it's even fair to call it that, was so driven by
instinct, and passion and lust that neither of them was paying much
attention to the other.  As a result, their efforts were not complimentary
and, at a time when she should have been pushing up, Patty's butt relaxed
and fell.  Brian's cock slipped out of her and, when her hips DID rise,
slid along her pussy lips and up to her belly button instead of going back
into her pussy.

   "NOOOOOOOOOOOO" she whined, her hands frantically trying to get between
them.  Brian realized what had happened and was even less happy about it.
He raised up and her hand found his cock instantly, redirecting it back to
her swampy hole.  With sighs of relief from both of them he slammed it back
into her pussy.

   Finally they matched a rhythm and he pounded her pussy in rapid jerky
strokes that brought both of them to orgasmic bliss in less than a minute.
Just as Brian felt the muscles in his back burning so much that he might
have to stop, he felt his balls lurch and his prick swell.  He dug the tip
of his cock into Patty's cervix and held it there tightly as strong,
healthy streams of his spunk painted his sister's fertile womb.  Being
pressed in like that brought Patty off too as her clitty was massaged and,
for the first time in her life, she felt warm sperm being injected deep in
her belly.  She clutched her brother so hard that she thought she might
break her bones.

   Thirty seconds later, both collapsed, Brian falling on his sister as if
he were dead.  Patty had a little trouble breathing, but she didn't care.
The feeling of his body pressing down on hers was something she knew she'd
always remember ...  and welcome.  Her mind flashed back to when Liz had
said "I'll let him do this when he comes back too!" and suddenly she
understood.  she was overwhelmed with love for her brother/lover and she
sought his lips for a deep kiss.

   Brian gathered his strength for a few minutes and rolled to the side. 
Patty rolled with him, keeping her face close to his.  "How long?" she
whispered.

   "What do you mean?" he asked, thinking she meant to ask how many days it
was until he had to leave.

   "When can you do it again?" she asked, sliding her hand down his chest
to grasp his shrunken cock.

   Patty stayed in his bed until five in the morning, when he chased her
out, knowing that their father would be getting up soon.  She was
insatiable.  She learned how to suck him back to hardness and managed to
get his prick in her four more times, each time thrilling to the feel of
his hot baby batter flooding her already soaked womb.  Brian was a limp
wreck when he finally convinced her to go back to her room.

   And it wasn't until she got OUT of bed that Patty realized how much she
had been stretched and abused as she hobbled back to her own bed.

   When, at eight thirty, his mother peeked into his room to see if he
wanted breakfast, and she saw him lying spread eagled and naked, his limp
cock lying to one side forlornly, she wanted to get that monster firm and
climb aboard him again.  But the girls were in the house, even though only
Liz was up and about.  With a sigh of regret, she closed the door and let
him sleep.

   for the next four days Private Brian Thackery knew what it felt like to
be on the FBI's ten most wanted list.  He was a hunted man.  Everywhere he
turned there was a nubile teenage female wanting to get naked with him and
all three girls pulled him between their legs as often as they could
manufacture a chance to do so.  It was amazing how often one of the girls
needed to go to Wal-Mart for some small thing, and demanded that Brian
drive her there.  When Nancy reminded Liz that she was perfectly capable of
driving herself, Liz archly reminded her mother that Brian would be gone
for a whole year, and that she wanted to spend as much time with him now as
she could.  So Nancy gave in, completely missing Brian's anguished look and
the fact that he was beginning to look a little pale and walk a little
funny.

   Of course once Liz got him in the car, she ordered him to find a nice
remote place where she could spread a blanket, so she could extract "just
one more helping" of the fabulously valuable and incredibly rare Thackery
seed.  Then, as soon as they got back, one of the other girls would try to
get him alone.

   By the time Brian started cramming everything he was allowed to take
with him into his duffel bag, Brian had learned exactly why the great
Sultans of old had gone off to war so often.  Taking care of multiple
'wives' was hard work!

   The leave-taking was the stuff of romance novels.  While the Thackery
seed might be on the endangered sperm list, the salty tears of the five
women whose wombs now harbored that seed were plenteous in the extreme.

   It had already been determined that Tom would take Brian on post and
drop him off at the assembly point, since none of the women could see well
enough to drive.  Ironically, a casual observer might have drawn a
comparison between the way the Thackery women were acting and scenes of
women at a middle eastern funeral, so much wailing was going on.

   Each of the women clasped Brian to her bosom, hugging him fiercely, and
their exhortations that he come back to her might have sounded repetitive
to another man.  But Brian, who had a lump in his own throat, knew better
than most men how serious these women were about loving him.  What he felt
was the astonishment of a man who, for the first time in his life, knows he
is loved beyond all other men.

   Most men feel that but once in their life ...  if they're lucky.

   Private Brian Thackery reported to his Platoon Sergeant, with his bag
and baggage, and several hours later climbed on a bus which would take them
to Atlanta, where they would board a chartered 747 for the first leg of his
trip, to Germany.  From there it would be a long flight into Saudi Arabia,
and who knew what after that.

   He sighed with relief when his butt hit the seat.

   At last he could get some rest.

   EPILOGUE

   Private First Class Brian Thackery comported himself honorably and
bravely during the Turkey Shoot that was Operation Desert Storm.  He never
came under fire, though he was close enough to hear most of Saddam's army
being crushed.  When an M1 Abrahms main battle tank broke down after
crossing the line into Iraq, he speeded to it's aid to provide security
while it was repaired.  Hours later, having effected repairs, and fuming at
having been delayed while his brother tankers went on to expend copious
amounts of sabot rounds into Iraqi tanks, Sergeant Cooper, the tank
commander, shook Brian's hand.  He then disappeared over a low hill to
their front.

   Almost three minutes after he was gone, PFC Thackery and his partner got
another radio call from Sgt Cooper, who requested that Thackery again come
to his aid.  He did not specify what kind of aid was needed.  Cooper simply
said "I need you to follow my tracks to my position." When Thackery and his
partner drove over the hill in their armored Humvee, Brian felt his anus
pucker hard.

   There in front of him was the tank, with Cooper standing on top, waving
his arms.  He and the tank were surrounded by what looked like three
hundred Iraqi soldiers, fairly bristling with weapons of various kinds and
calibers.

   None of them, however, were pointed at either Cooper or the tank.

   Realizing how completely ludicrous the situation was, PFC Thackery
depended on his training and drove forward fearlessly.  Out of the side of
his mouth he told his partner to get into the turret of the Hummer and man
the M-60 Machine Gun that was mounted on the roof.

   The hummer rolled to a dusty stop about ten feet from the tank and Brian
got out.

   "What's going on here?" he said in his lowest, most gravelly MP voice.
It was the one he had developed through intense practice when no one was
around to hear him.

   Sgt Cooper said "PFC Thackery, these people have surrendered to me, and
I haven't got time to mess with them.  I need you to take them off my hands
so I can go shoot some tanks!  This is their commanding officer, captain
Habib." He pointed to a man on the ground beside the tank.  That man turned
to face Brian.

   "It is MAJOR and it is Habibi.  Ah, I see you are Military Police! 
Excellent.  We surrender.  Please take us into your custody."

   Brian was surprised that the man was speaking English, and astounded at
the situation he was in.  Considering his lack of experience, it could only
be said that he made two mistakes.

   First, he sent Cooper on his way to kill tanks.  That was a mistake, by
virtue of the fact that it left him more or less completely defenseless. 
An argument could be made however, that, had the Iraqis started shooting,
Brian and his partner would have been toast regardless of whether the tank
was there or not.

   He got on the radio and reported that he had prisoners.  That was a
radio call that was being made more and more frequently, and the response
was "How many prisoners?"

   Being a man of fairly literal bent, Brian reported that he didn't know
for sure.  He had not, after all, actually counted his prisoners.

   The radio operator at Division Rear, assuming that Brian was a radio
operator for a company in the field, instructed him to move the prisoners
on a particular azimuth (direction) which would take them to an EPW (Enemy
Prisoner of War) collection point.

   Brian then made what was considered his second mistake.  He let the
prisoners retain their weapons.  When asked why he did this, he replied
that any time he'd left his weapon lying around he got his ass chewed, and
he was afraid to leave all those weapons in a pile in the desert for fear
that he'd get an Article Fifteen (punishment).

   Thus it was that PFC Brian Thackery, accompanied by Three hundred
twenty-four fully armed Iraqi soldiers, approached the EPW collection
center, manned by seventeen MPs belonging to the 615th MP Company.  That
they were not fired upon was only because Brian sent his partner ahead in
the Hummer to let them know what was going on, while he walked with Major
Habibi, who had spent four years at Cal Tech, studying Electrical
Engineering.  It was during that time that he learned Saddam had abandoned
his forward forces, planting mine fields behind them so they couldn't
retreat.  They had not been resupplied with either water or food for over a
month, and were starving.  Before they arrived at the EPW collection point
Habibi formally handed Brian his Makarov 9mm pistol and said "Thank you PFC
Thackery.  When do you think we'll be able to get something to eat?"

   Thus it was that PFC Brian Thackery, the last of the Thackery seed, as
far as he knew, fulfilled his and his father's dreams of not only surviving
the war, but becoming something of a hero as well.

   And so, in July, 1991, when Brian was given an extra 30 days of leave in
honor of having captured the most prisoners of anybody in the whole Army
(Sgt Cooper was too embarrassed by the whole incident to take any of the
credit)he flew home to Anniston.

   Well, he flew to Atlanta, and his father picked him up.  His father was
alone, which made Brian pretty sad.  He had enjoyed many memories while he
was off to war, and a majority of them involved Thackery women.  He had
written them a lot of letters, and had received a few in return, but had
moved around so quickly that his mail rarely caught up with him.  The few
letters he did receive were along the lines of "Your sisters are doing fine
in school, we miss you, come back safely" kinds of letters.  And in none of
them was he notified he was going to be a Daddy.  And, while he had more or
less forgotten the reasons for all that sex he'd gotten from the Thackery
women, he remembered each sexual partner quite vividly.  He had hoped to
get to hug a few when he got off the plane.

   It was on the ninety mile ride from the airport to Anniston, during a
long talk with his father, that he found out just how potent the last of
the Thackery seed was.

   His father had, at first, bought the story from Nancy that his vasectomy
must have undone itself.  He laughed as he described himself strutting
around at the plant, while all the other men kidded him about being SO
potent that not even a doctor could do anything about it.

   But, by the time it became clear that his two daughters AND his sister
in law AND her daughter were all pregnant too ...  well, he wasn't stupid.
None of the women would admit anything at all, but their shared attitude
about Brian was illuminating.

   After telling his son all this, he looked over at him and smiled a tired
smile.

   "I don't know whether to get in a fight with you or hug you." he said.

   Brian, having a conscience, was subdued.  He wasn't going to try to lie
his way out of it either.

   "Sorry Dad.  She woke me up one day and things just sort of got out of
hand."

   Tom stared ahead, but then smiled.  "Yeah, I remember what she could do
to a man when he wasn't paying attention.  And she always has gotten her
way when she set her mind to it.

   And, even though he now knew what was waiting for him at home, it was a
stunned Brian Thackery who got out of the car to be greeted by a line of
five very beautiful and very pregnant women, all grinning insanely as they
laid eyes on the cause of their swollen bellies.

   They were hard to hug, but their welcome home kisses were warm and
happy.

   They were all hard to sleep with too.  All of them, save Nancy, anyway,
who was again being faithful to Tom.  It was she who negotiated the
sleeping arrangements, though.  A heavily gravid woman has her routine, and
way of doing things, and she had enough trouble as it is to be asked to
change that.

   So Brian slept in a different bed every night, pressed up against
tightly stretched skin under which a little person moved and poked and
kicked him.  Or perhaps spooned to her back, his arm draped over the little
piece of him that was in her bulging belly.  And he found out what it was
like to try to make love with a pregnant woman.  It was a lot of work, but
their appreciation for his efforts, and the feel of shooting off in furnace
hot pussy was well worth the effort.

   All of the women had been examined by Ultrasound, of course, during
their prenatal care.  All of them told the doctor they did NOT want to know
the sex of their baby.  All of them dreamed about producing the first new
batch of the Thackery seed.  They didn't want reality to intrude on their
dreams just yet.

   They say semen induces labor.  They could have done a case study with
Brian Thackery and his women.

   Liz was the first to go into labor.  She was pretty young, but Brian
stayed with her during the entire fourteen hour labor.  Nancy tried to, but
was just too heavy to be either comfortable or of any real help other than
moral support.  At one point, though, while Nancy was rubbing Liz's brow
with a small ice cube, Liz looked up and said "You did this for me.  I love
you, mother."

   She had a beautiful, healthy girl and, during a tearful few moments
while the baby was cleaned up, Brian hushed her with kisses, telling her it
didn't matter and that the baby was beautiful.  When they brought it to her
now swollen breasts and laid her there, Liz's eyes got bigger and bigger as
she looked at the little life she'd made and her face broke into a smile
that looked like it hurt.

   "She IS beautiful!  And she's so tiny!  OH!  I don't know what to name
her!  I didn't think of any names for girls!" Her face turned to her
brother again and she smiled.  "Thank you Brian." she said.

   It surprised no one that her twin was next.  Patty grunted and groaned
and strained and pushed, gripping Brian's hand tightly the whole time, and
produced ...  another girl.  She laughed weakly, saying she was the boy
insurance, but it hadn't worked.  She too, though, fell in love with her
daughter at first sight and Brian felt happy beyond describing as he saw
them together, the baby's mouth working to find a nipple already.

   Four days later it was Beth, and she wanted her mother there, along with
Brian.  Several times she screamed at Brian and then at her mother, until
she gave up on the natural method and accepted drugs.  Then she was
sweetness and light as her own little girl was brought into the light of
day.  For Beth it hadn't been about having a boy as much as it had been
having Brian's baby, and she was ecstatic.

   Then a week later Nancy finally went into labor.  Tom went with her to
the hospital, asking Brian to stay at home.  He went to his Aunt's house
instead and waited with his Aunt Jill.  When he got antsy she put on some
slow music and, with her arms draped over his shoulders and her swollen
belly pressed to his flat one, they swayed, dancing, foreheads touching.

   Nancy and Tom had done this three times before, and they had it down
pat. Within five hours of waddling to the car, Nancy was holding her third
daughter, whom she had already named Shannon Elizabeth by the time Tom
called Brian with the news.

   Jill resumed their dancing posture when he told her the news.  Four
girls!  It was impossible!  Her clear blue eyes gazed into her nephew's.

   "I guess it's all up to me now." she whispered, and kissed her young
lover gently.

   "All this for nothing." he sighed sadly.

   Jill pushed him away sharply.  "This wasn't for 'nothing', buster. 
Don't you go thinking that kind of nonsense.  You're a father five times
over young man, and every woman involved is insanely in love with the
results.  I haven't even met mine yet, but I know I'll love her ...  him
... I know I'll love our child."

   She went back to him and kissed him hungrily.

   "I need you now Brian." she whispered, tugging at her maternity shirt.
Now she had to wear a bra, because her breasts were huge.  She felt
ungainly and ugly.

   Until she saw Brian's bone, standing straight and true, leaking at the
thought of snuggling into her pussy.

   She begged him to fuck her, but he wanted to play first.  He started
with her breasts, sucking the enlarged thick nipples.  Jill felt the
remembered sweet pain and was about to warn him when his head jerked back,
an amazed look on his face as he tasted mother's milk after eighteen years
of being away from it.

   "Can I ...?" He looked hungrily at her leaking breast.

   "If you don't I'll just scream." she said.  He was noisily nursing her
when Beth walked in, topless, nursing her own Maria Elaine.  When she saw
the look in her mother's eye as Brian suckled her warm milk she smiled. 
She loved it when Maria took great gulps of milk from her own swollen
breasts, and now she knew what to do about the few times that Maria
couldn't empty her.

   Then she watched as Brian slid his engorged prick into her mother and,
once again, squirted her full of the increasingly rare Thackery seed.

   Jill's water broke less than two hours later, as she and Brian lay
napping, spooned together.  Brian drove her to the hospital.

   While they got her ready for her delivery he visited his father and they
hugged.

   "You make good babies" said Tom grudgingly.

   "It must be that fabled Thackery seed." grinned Brian.

   Then he visited his mother, who beamed at him and showed off her new
daughter.

   "I'm the first Grandmother to give birth in this hospital in forty
years!" she smiled.  "They gave me flowers.  And they gave Tom a condom!"
She laughed.  "Are you two doing OK?" she asked, concern coming into her
eyes.  Her husband had been amazingly understanding about this whole
business.

   "I think we're OK" he said.  "But I don't think we should do this
again."

   She smiled.  "I know." She held his hand and whispered "I'll go on the
pill." She laughed at his reaction and shooed him out of the room, telling
him his place was with Jill now.

   Doctor Phillip Stevens was one of five Obstetricians in Anniston, and
had taken care of all of the Thackery women during their pregnancies.  He
had kept his mouth shut, and avoided asking certain questions, but his mind
hadn't been idle.  When the young man he knew as Brian showed up yet again
at a Thackery birth - four out of the five - his suspicions overflowed,
particularly since he had been the coach for all four women.  Well, until
Beth had asked for drugs, anyway.  And the way the women all treated him
made it fairly clear that he was very VERY dear to all of them.  He knew
that Brian was a sole surviving son, and that he was in the military and
had been in the Gulf War.  He remembered that none of the women had wanted
to know the sex of their babies.  He had heard the expression of temporary
sadness as each of them were pronounced to be girls.

   And ...  he knew what was about to be delivered this time too.  He HAD
looked at the ultrasound pictures.

   So, you about ready to lose twenty five pounds young lady?" he said as
he breezed into the labor room.

   "You bet your ass Doc" she said.  "And quit flirting with me.  You're
about to put your hands on what only two men have ever touched, and I might
lose control."

   "Well, we wouldn't want that." he said, nodding sagely.  "Not for at
least six weeks after I get finished sewing you up." He grinned and winked.
"I might just need to have a look at those sutures about then, though."

   Jill blushed, but her smile was genuine as she looked at Brian.  "I
think he likes me" she whispered.  "Can you imagine that?  Me?  All fat and
ugly like this?"

   Brian smiled back.  "I CAN imagine that AUNT Jill." He put heavy accent
on the 'AUNT'.  He leaned down and whispered in her ear.  "You shared me
... sort of.  The least I can do is share you." Jill giggled, and that
triggered a contraction.

   It was a hard labor.  The fact that she was in such good shape helped,
though, and eventually she gave one last convulsive push and sagged back as
her nine pound eight ounce, black-haired and loudly bawling baby was
brought into the world.  She sobbed with the relief of both the birth and
collapsed back in the bed.  She was too tired to ask, and rolled her head
to look at Brian for some clue.  He was just staring at her, love in his
eyes.

   She demanded to be kissed and Doctor Stevens' suspicions gelled.  While
he was taken aback at the identity of the women who had tried to ensure
Brian's genes would continue to play in the pool, he had to admire their
determination.

   "Well," he said, working over the squawking little thing that was being
cleaned up and readied to be laid on his mother's now empty abdomen.  "I
suppose we can we assume that our miniature population explosion has come
to an end," he said.  "THIS time ...  it's a boy!"

   Jill's head raised and her eyes gleamed as the nurse handed her the
newest depository of the fabled Thackery seed.

   She cuddled the baby, who stopped crying almost immediately when he felt
his mother's warm skin, and found a nipple with unerring accuracy.

   "I don't know, Doc." she said softly.  "It's only ONE boy."



   ORIGINAL ENDING

   EPILOGUE

   Private First Class Brian Thackery comported himself honorably and
bravely during the Turkey Shoot that was Operation Desert Storm.  He never
came under fire, though he was close enough to hear most of Saddam's army
being crushed.  When an M1 Abrahms main battle tank broke down after
crossing the line into Iraq, he speeded to it's aid to provide security
while it was repaired.  Hours later, having effected repairs, and fuming at
having been delayed while his brother tankers went on to expend copious
amounts of sabot rounds into Iraqi tanks, Sergeant Cooper, the tank
commander, shook Brian's hand.  He then disappeared over a low hill to
their front.

   Almost three minutes after he was gone, PFC Thackery and his partner got
another radio call from Sgt Cooper, who requested that Thackery again come
to his aid.  He did not specify what kind of aid was needed.  Cooper simply
said "I need you to follow my tracks to my position." When Thackery and his
partner drove over the hill in their armored Humvee, Brian felt his anus
pucker hard.

   There in front of him was the tank, with Cooper standing on top, waving
his arms.  He and the tank were surrounded by what looked like three
hundred Iraqi soldiers, fairly bristling with weapons of various kinds and
calibers.

   None of them, however, were pointed at either Cooper or the tank.

   Realizing how completely ludicrous the situation was, PFC Thackery
depended on his training and drove forward fearlessly.  Out of the side of
his mouth he told his partner to get into the turret of the Hummer and man
the M-60 Machine Gun that was mounted on the roof.

   The hummer rolled to a dusty stop about ten feet from the tank and Brian
got out.

   "What's going on here?" he said in his lowest, most gravelly MP voice.
It was the one he had developed through intense practice when no one was
around to hear him.

   Sgt Cooper said "PFC Thackery, these people have surrendered to me, and
I haven't got time to mess with them.  I need you to take them off my hands
so I can go shoot some tanks!  This is their commanding officer, captain
Habib." He pointed to a man on the ground beside the tank.  That man turned
to face Brian.

   "It is MAJOR and it is Habibi.  Ah, I see you are Military Police! 
Excellent.  We surrender.  Please take us into your custody."

   Brian was surprised that the man was speaking English, and astounded at
the situation he was in.  Considering his lack of experience, it could only
be said that he made two mistakes.

   First, he sent Cooper on his way to kill tanks.  That was a mistake, by
virtue of the fact that it left him more or less completely defenseless. 
An argument could be made however, that, had the Iraqis started shooting,
Brian and his partner would have been toast regardless of whether the tank
was there or not.

   He got on the radio and reported that he had prisoners.  That was a
radio call that was being made more and more frequently, and the response
was "How many prisoners?"

   Being a man of fairly literal bent, Brian reported that he didn't know
for sure.  He had not, after all, actually counted his prisoners.

   The radio operator at Division Rear, assuming that Brian was a radio
operator for a company in the field, instructed him to move the prisoners
on a particular azimuth (direction) which would take them to an EPW (Enemy
Prisoner of War) collection point.

   Brian then made what was considered his second mistake.  He let the
prisoners retain their weapons.  When asked why he did this, he replied
that any time he'd left his weapon lying around he got his ass chewed, and
he was afraid to leave all those weapons in a pile in the desert for fear
that he'd get an Article Fifteen (punishment).

   Thus it was that PFC Brian Thackery, accompanied by Three hundred
twenty-four fully armed Iraqi soldiers, approached the EPW collection
center, manned by seventeen MPs belonging to the 615th MP Company.  That
they were not fired upon was only because Brian sent his partner ahead in
the Hummer to let them know what was going on, while he walked with Major
Habibi, who had spent four years at Cal Tech, studying Electrical
Engineering.  It was during that time that he learned Saddam had abandoned
his forward forces, planting mine fields behind them so they couldn't
retreat.  They had not been resupplied with either water or food for over a
month, and were starving.  Before they arrived at the EPW collection point
Habibi formally handed Brian his Makarov 9mm pistol and said "Thank you PFC
Thackery.  When do you think we'll be able to get something to eat?"

   Thus it was that PFC Brian Thackery, the last of the Thackery seed, as
far as he knew, fulfilled his and his father's dreams of not only surviving
the war, but becoming something of a hero as well.

   And so, in July, 1991, when Brian was given an extra 30 days of leave in
honor of having captured the most prisoners of anybody in the whole Army
(Sgt Cooper was too embarrassed by the whole incident to take any of the
credit)he flew home to Anniston.

   Well, he flew to Atlanta, and his father picked him up.  His father was
alone, which made Brian pretty sad.  He had enjoyed many memories while he
was off to war, and a majority of them involved Thackery women.  He had
written them a lot of letters, and had received a few in return, but had
moved around so quickly that his mail rarely caught up with him.  The few
letters he did receive were along the lines of "Your sisters are doing fine
in school, we miss you, come back safely" kinds of letters.  And in none of
them was he notified he was going to be a Daddy.  And, while he had more or
less forgotten the reasons for all that sex he'd gotten from the Thackery
women, he remembered each sexual partner quite vividly.  He had hoped to
get to hug a few when he got off the plane.

   It was on the ninety mile ride from the airport to Anniston, during a
long talk with his father, that he found out just how potent the last of
the Thackery seed was.

   It was a stunned Brian Thackery who got out of the car to be greeted by
a line of five very beautiful and very pregnant women, all grinning
insanely as they saw the cause of their swollen bellies.

   They were hard to hug, but their welcome home kisses were warm and
happy.

   And, as luck would have it, all five delivered within the thirty days he
was home on leave, so he got to see each one of his beautiful bouncing baby
...  daughters.

   Oddly, Jill was the last to have her daughter, and she delivered only
the day before Brian had to go back to his post in Germany.  He stopped in
to see her on his way to the airport and she kissed him long and hard.

   "Sorry" he said into her big blue eyes.

   "What for?" she asked, holding their daughter to her swollen, milk
filled breast.

   "For ...  knocking you up for nothing." he said.  "I mean, I'm still the
last of the Thackery seed."

   Jill smiled.  "The girls and I have had a talk.  We Thackery women are a
powerful force, and we've just added five recruits to the family.  You just
get back from Germany safely and let us worry about your seed.  Assuming
you don't get married and have a son before you get back from Germany ...
we'll be waiting for you."
   
