CHAPTER FIVE

Their lovemaking was slow and tender this time, full of sweet feeling, unhurried, and immensely satisfying. Having cum twice, Bob didn't even feel the urge to reach an orgasm, and just submerged himself in the smell and feel of the beautiful woman whose pussy was clasping his cock like it was the last one left in the world. Her moans and sighs were music in his ears.

Her orgasm was sweet too, and it surrounded her body like warm water in a Jacuzzi, gently pummeling her everywhere. She felt her pussy tighten around him and clenched her hands on his hips, opening her mouth to take in great draughts of air.

When it was over she lay limp as he continued to move over her, still thrusting with a slow, regular rhythm. She looked up at him to find him staring at her.

"I love you" he said softly, still prodding her more or less gently.

"Then cum in me and make sure." she whispered.

"Of what?" he asked. He had an idea of what she might mean, but didn't know for sure.

"Just to make sure," she said. She wasn't ready to say it out loud yet.

He actually had to work at it to get his well-used prick to spurt again, but it wasn't too hard. Now, in the throes of passion, she WAS ready to say it. Her whispers, inviting him to impregnate her, demanding that he knock her up, pleading for her pussy to be bathed in sperm ... those exhortations pulled it from his balls, through his cock, and into her womb.

Then ... they slept.

The next morning Bob woke up and was surprised to find that he felt great and full of energy. After the adventures of the night before he expected to be tired and even a little sore, but he wasn't.

He felt warm body next to him and opened his eyes to see Betty sleeping peacefully beside him. She was spread out on three quarters of the bed, arms flung akimbo, lying on her back. She still had smears of green body paint on her face, arms and legs, but she looked so beautiful lying there, her breasts rising and falling slowly as she slept.

Her nipples were flat, at most mere bumps on the flesh of her breasts. He followed the smooth contours of her skin, down over her flat stomach. He couldn't see her mound from where his head was lying, but he knew it would be slick and moist with the sperm he had deposited there during the night. While his dick had been hard when they went to bed, it was too soon after filling her daughters with his seed to do produce much to give her.

Around three in the morning she awakened him by sucking him to a new erection. Again their lovemaking had been calm, gentle in a way that he had rarely experienced before, with her whispering endearments in his ear as he stroked her with what he was surprised to find was a cock as hard as any he'd ever had. Then, when she urged him to fill her pussy with his hot love, he had groaned as his penis delivered streams of newly made sperm into her depths. Her response to feeling his spunk flushing into her was to hold him tightly and thank him over and over until he quieted her with kisses until they fell asleep again.

Bob thought about what all that had happened meant. Betty had told him she was ripe, but welcomed him between her legs anyway ... repeatedly. They both knew that what they were doing might have consequences the size of a watermelon in her womb ... but she had welcomed him anyway.

It made him hard. Even now he was hard, and he didn't think it was because he had to piss.

And the girls. Both of THEM had welcomed his baby-making sperm into their wombs as well. While he knew some of that was because of curiosity and just plain lust, he also knew that they could have asked him to protect them from the thick stuff that was even now soaking into their bodies. He had the sudden urge to ensure that each of them had his baby in their bellies before he had to go back and manage the farm. That led to dreams of a new house on his place, with a room for each woman and her baby, and THAT led to somewhat less detailed dreams of three women, their faces happy, as they nursed babies and demanded that he make new ones in them.

Bob snorted. Women didn't want to be barefoot and pregnant these days.

But it was a nice fantasy.

His snort woke up Betty. She stretched and he again marveled at how lovely she was.

"Good morning beautiful," he said.

"What would a crusty old out-to-pasture nag like you know about beautiful?" she asked sleepily.

Bob stroked her breast and was delighted to see her nipple lengthen almost immediately. "I know stone fox gorgeous when I see it, that's what," he said.

She rolled toward him, smiling. "You just want sex," she said. "Speaking of which, if I know my daughters, I'd better get some now, because by noon you'll be comatose from serving their needs." Her hand landed on his hip and searched. "Oooooo I love it when a man's ready and I am too!" she giggled. "You're pretty amazing for an broken down old geezer."

"Be careful" he warned. "I've put enough in you to knock you up seven or nine times already. If you don't want that pretty belly of yours to get all swelled up you'd better skedaddle."

Betty rolled over on top of him. "Ten is a nice even number," she said. She reached down between them and got him in her, sighing as he filled her. "I do love feeling you in me," she said, thrusting on top of him.

"I can think of a way you could have that feeling any time you wanted it," he said.

"You aren't supposed to use sex to get what you want," she panted, going for her orgasm, which was surprisingly close already. "I think your nasty old bent prick is poking clear inside my uterus" she groaned. "Pull my nipples Bobby, I love to cum when my nipples hurt a little."

Bob grabbed both and, hoping she was telling the truth, squeezed them a lot harder than he'd want his own squeezed.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuck" groaned Betty, her girl-next-door mouth sounding sexy when she said bad words. Bob pulled on her nipples, making her breasts into cones with pointy tips. Betty's sheath spasmed and she came all over his cock. "Ohhh FUCK! I love you!" she whined. She'd only been on him three or four minutes, and both the shortness of her ride and the fact that he had to piss kept him from cumming. He was as rigid as an oak branch. Betty slowed down and sat up as he let go of her nipples. She wiggled her hips a little and looked down. "Usually when I'm all done you're all done too, and it's all soft and useless. This feels really nice," she commented, bouncing a little.

A toilet flushed and they heard the shower come on. Betty grimaced. "Somebody's up. I'd better go fix breakfast if I don't want the kitchen to be a mess."

She gathered her legs under her and moaned as she slid her slippery pussy up off his cock. "I hate having to leave. Promise me we'll do this again later?"

"Bob the plumber always says 'You gotta hole in your pipes ... I can plug it." said Bob, grinning as she slapped at him.

"Crude old reprobate" she said as she threw on a robe and hurried out.

Up to now Bob wouldn't have gone into the bathroom while the shower was running. But things were a lot less formal now, and he really had to piss badly. So, nude, with his cock sticking out in front of him, he opened the door and walked into a cloud of steam.

"Is that you Alice?" came Mary's voice from inside the foggy shower stall. "Close the door, you're letting out the heat!"

Bob closed the door and sat down to piss. He pushed his boner down between his legs and tried to unclench his bladder. It took a few seconds, but finally he sighed as the pain vanished. The shower curtain folded to the side and he was spattered with warm water as Mary looked out.

"Oh, it's you," she said. "I thought that sounded like somebody male."

"Just an old reprobate trying to east a little pain," he said, finishing up. His cock had softened while he went, but seeing the tip of Mary's wet breast in the gap he felt it begin to come to life again.

"I don't suppose you're all dirty and need a shower?" asked Mary coyly.

"As a matter of fact I do." Bob stood up and she pulled the shower curtain all the way open so he could join her. It was cramped in the extreme in the small shower stall, and about all they could do was rub together and kiss. They did a lot of that, soapy hands exploring each other's bodies.

"Now I'm all horny" said Mary, kissing him one more time. "Let's get out and dry off and go see if my bed's made. You can help me make my bed if it's not."

Mary got out of the shower with Bob right behind her. She got a towel and covered her head with it, intending to wrap it around her hair.

Bob, seeing her beautiful back, and her hard butt cheeks, said "Let's not". He put one arm around her waist and the flat of his hand in between her shoulder blades. He pushed and pulled, bending her over. Her hands went to the counter to catch herself, leaving her head and face wrapped up in the towel.

"HEY" came the muffled exclamation from inside the towel. "WHAT'S GOING ON?"

Bent over like she was, all Bob had to do was put one foot between hers and kick gently to the right and she was spread for him, her pink pussy lips glistening with drops of water. Bob dropped down and stuck his tongue out, licking those lips.

Mary gave out a muffled, but satisfied sounding "Ooooo" and spread her legs a little further, tilting her pelvis down. Bob lapped at her sex for a few minutes until he tasted the tangy taste of lubrication flowing. Then he stood up and aimed his cock at her from behind.

"You know that cute little lamb of yours over at the 4H barn?" he asked.

"Uh huh" came the muffled reply.

"One of these days a big old horny ram is going to come up behind her and do THIS!" He shoved forward, sliding his long pole into her. He reached around and grabbed two handfuls of firm titties and started fucking her fast and furiously. Her whole body jiggled as he pounded her. Her head started rolling in circles and Bob realized she was trying to get the towel off, but couldn't. He pulled on her breasts, taking the weight off her hands and they went to her head. The towel came off and she looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were hot.

"You're a dirty old man," she said. Then she leaned forward, taking her weight on her hands again and started thrusting her ass back at him. Bob stroked her and dropped one hand down to her pussy, where he found her clit and massaged it as he slid in and out.

"Ooooooo that's going to make me cum." she mewled. "You better not cum in me Uncle Bob. You'll get your baby in me if you do."

Bob pulled out with a pop.

Mary's head came around, her eyes wide. "I didn't mean ..."

Bob whirled her around and lifted her up until her butt was perched on the counter top beside the sink. He got between her legs and notched his cock in her again. Holding her back to keep her from falling, he stood up and his cock tip battered her cervix as she groaned at his prick going so deep in her.

"Now if I cum in you my cock will fill up your womb. You'll have twins." he huffed into her neck. She shuddered and at first he thought she was frightened. But then her pussy fluttered and started clamping down on his cock and he knew she was cumming. He pounded her hard now, holding her tight so she didn't slide around on the counter top.

"I ... think I ... changed ... my ... mind," she panted. "Cum ... in me ... Uncle Bob."

That was music to his ears and he stood up with her, pulling her off the counter. Now her whole weight was supported by his hands on her ass and his cock jammed up inside her. His cock swelled and his balls lurched. He delivered five healthy spurts of creamy spend deep inside her.

"Ohhhh ... I ... feel it," she moaned, gasping for air, her arms around her uncle's neck. Her legs came up and wrapped around him too.

Bob staggered to the door and opened it. He wobbled out into the hall and toward Mary and Alice's room. When he got there he pushed the door open and lumbered into the room, taking her to her bed. He lay her down and stepped back, pulling his spent cock out of her. She flopped on her bed, arms out flung. Bob picked up her legs and put them up on the bed. Then he grabbed a pillow and, lifting her ass, slid the pillow under it.

"What are you doing?" asked Alice behind him. She had watched as her uncle brought her sister in and arranged her on the bed.

"She's trying to get pregnant, and keeping the hips elevated after sex helps all the sperm flow toward the womb.

"You guys had sex already this morning?" Alice asked incredulously. "That's NOT fair!"

Bob looked over his shoulder. "You'll get your turn, baby, don't you worry about that.

Alice kept up a string of complaints as Bob made little adjustments to Mary's position, to ensure that none of his recently deposited sperm ran out of her body. He glanced over his shoulder and saw she was just as naked as he was, sitting Indian style on the bed, her pink pussy exposed. Then, when he was satisfied that the maximum damage was being done in Mary's womb, he turned and stepped toward Alice. He went to the edge of the bed and she looked up at him impudently.

"I can't do anything for you just yet," he said patiently.

Alice looked at his cock, which had a shiny coating of fluid on it. Alice knew what that fluid was. "Mom taught us how to solve that problem last night," she said.

Bob watched, a little startled, as she leaned forward and, just like her mother, used two fingers to stuff his limp dick into her mouth. And, just like her mother, she sucked hard and pulled her lips back, sliding them over his cock.

It felt fabulous.

But it didn't result in another erection. It took her a full five minutes to figure out that it wasn't going to work the way she had seen it work the night before. She made her disapproval plain by calling his penis several very naughty names.

"I promise," said Bob, stroking her hair, "that the very next time it gets hard you get your turn."

"I'd better," she said darkly.

It happened sooner than either of them thought it would. After a leisurely breakfast Bob and Betty sat over cups of coffee, talking about things in general. Betty stared into her cup and was quiet for a little bit.

"What's wrong?" asked Bob.

"I was just thinking," she said glumly. "I'm a terrible mother. I let you have sex with me and now I'm probably pregnant. To top it off I let you have sex with my girls and they could very well be pregnant, or will be before you go back to Texas. What are three pregnant women going to do?"

"I've tried to tell you what to do about that a hundred times." he chided gently.

"I know, but it just doesn't seem right to come and sponge off of you and invade your life and turn everything upside down. You have a business to run," she said.

"Is THAT what your resistance to coming to Texas has been about all this time?" he asked incredulously. "Betts I didn't make that offer so you could dump this life to live off of me like a parasite. I made that offer because I love you. You know I don't just go around making babies in women just for fun." He grinned. "I mean it IS fun, and all, no mistake about that, but I want a wife ... and children ... somebody to love me in my old age and take care of me when I get too old to take care of myself."

"I can't marry you!" said Betty sitting upright. "I'm your sister!"

"You're my HALF sister, as if that made any difference to me. If you came to Texas and we applied for a marriage license, nobody would be any the wiser. And if you think I'm going to just go back to Texas and leave three pregnant women here to fend for themselves, you don't think much of me."

Betty was torn, to be honest. She did love her half brother, and nothing would have made her happier than living with him as husband and wife. But it seemed too strange. "I have my job here," she said weakly.

"And I need a farm administrator ... someone to do payroll and accounts payable and pay the bills and all that kind of thing," he said. "I can't pay you much ... only about two or three times what you're making now." He grinned again.

"Do you mean it?" she asked, scared to death that it was a joke of some kind.

"Oh I mean it," he said solemnly. "I've meant it for years. I wish I'd pried your legs apart years ago if it means you'll come and be my wife."

Betty stared into her cup a few minutes longer while Bob sat patiently.

She looked up and turned her head toward the kitchen door. "GIRLS!" she yelled.

There were nondescript voices from elsewhere in the house and she yelled again, telling them to come to the kitchen.

Alice was there first, of course, bouncy and perky and dressed only in a T shirt. "What Mom? I'm getting dressed!" She immediately straddled her uncle and reached her ruby lips up for a kiss.

Mary came in dressed in jeans and a tank top that showed she was obviously braless underneath it. "What?" she asked plaintively.

Betty hit them with both barrels. "Your Uncle Bob has asked me to marry him and move to Texas."

There was a split second of silence and then the babbling voices of two girls squealing their approval.

Betty held up her hand for quiet. "You have to think about this girls. It means leaving everything behind here ... your friends ... your school ... this place."

Mary cocked her head. "Where would we live?" she asked. The girls had been to the farm and knew about the old rickety farm house.

"I'd have to build a new house for us." said Bob.

"Could my friends ever come visit?" asked Alice. "Or could I come visit them?"

Betty didn't smile. "Yes, as long as you don't mind them seeing you pregnant."

Mary didn't bat an eye. "If we stay here they'll see us pregnant," she said.

Bob spoke up. "I love you guys. I want you to be my daughters most of all. Nobody has to get pregnant. Nobody has to even do that any more."

Alice had a little girl voice that was guaranteed to twang your heart strings. "You mean we can't do that any more?"

Bob was suddenly unsure what to do. "That's not what I said. All I said is that, if you don't want to have my baby nobody is going to force you to."

Mary stepped closer. "But we can if we want, right?" She looked at her mother.

Betty nodded.

"Then I think you should marry him." said Mary firmly.

"Me too!" yipped Alice.

"Then I believe I just will." said Betty. She leaned over for a kiss and had to tussle with Alice to gain possession of his lips. Betty won.

Alice slid off her uncle's lap so her mother could climb on. Betty kissed Bob long and deep, but eventually stood up. "I'd better get moving. I have a lot of things to plan."

Alice had been standing right beside them as they kissed and now she pounced. "It's MINE!" she squealed, pointing at the tent in Bob's boxers, a result of the kiss with his wife-to-be. Alice attacked the fly and managed to pull his boner out. Then, before anyone could say anything, she hopped up onto his lap, facing him, and tried to wiggle her pussy down onto his cock. She was frustrated by the fact that she couldn't get his prick to go into her body.

Bob took charge. He moved her back and sat her on his knees.

"Uncle Bob, you promised!" she complained.

"You need to be wet silly," he said. Then he kissed her and slid his hand into her crotch, rubbing her and finger-fucking her gently. Then, when he felt her juices bubbling out, he lifted her back up and onto his prick. She gave a long groan of satisfaction as his prick bored up into her.

Then she sat and kissed her uncle and wiggled, impaled on him. She wiggled through two orgasms, crying and moaning as her pussy clenched the invading log.

"If you keep doing that you're going to get a pussy full of cream." said her uncle, kissing her again. He pulled up her shirt and played with her stiff nipples as she wiggled her way toward a third orgasm.

"OK" she chirped. "I don't mind."

"You don't mind if I make a baby in you?" he asked.

"As long as it's your baby I don't mind," she said.

"But what about taking care of the baby? And not being able to go out on dates and stuff that other girls are doing?" he asked.

"I love you and I'd love our baby. And I don't need to go out on dates. I can get all of this ..." she wiggled down onto his prick and squeezed her pussy muscles "I want a home." she finished. And besides, my baby's daddy will be right there helping me."

"True" he said. He put his arms around her and picked her up, carrying her impaled on his prod.

"Oooo this is what you were doing with Mary this morning" she said, still trying to wiggle.

Bob made it to the living room and let her down on the couch, pulling his cock out of her in the process. Then, as she complained, he mounted her again and rammed deep into her soaked box, beginning to fuck her with hard fast strokes. Her talk had gotten him hot, and this time he didn't feel even a little bit bad about trying to fuck a baby in her as he felt his balls jump and cough out thick wads of sperm into the teen's precious belly.

It took them almost a week to make the arrangements to move to Texas. The women decided they could put up with the old farmhouse until the new house was designed and built. One thing they demanded, though, was that there be a bed big enough to hold them all at the same time. That was to be their "normal" bed, as the girls put it. Then there was to be at least one other bed in another room, for when someone wanted to sleep alone, or have Bob to herself alone, whichever.

Bob agreed. He agreed to every demand. He just wanted them living with him.

Still, he was glad to be behind the wheel of his Peterbilt as it loafed along down the highway. Betty and the girls were in their car up ahead of him. The car was packed, and so was his sleeper, full of their belongings. The rest had been packed up and would be delivered in a week or so.

He was enjoying being behind the wheel again. In the week they had taken to get ready to go there had been frequent stops to "relax" with Bob. Relaxation invariably took place in bed, and Bob was worn out from all that relaxation. A couple of days of calm driving would give him a chance to get his strength back.

Two hours later they pulled into the same truck stop where Bob had bought their Halloween outfits. He went in to use the bathroom and came back out to find Alice rooting around in the sleeper. Her butt was facing him, waving almost as she did things inside the sleeper.

"Apple Ass!" he crowed. "What's up baby girl?" he asked.

She shot a frown over her shoulder at him. "I'm not a baby. I'm just tense, and I'm trying to make enough room in the sleeper to relax. You look tense too. Help me make room on the bed and we can BOTH relax."

Bob just sighed. It could be a long trip after all.

The End 