Chapter 4

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 the odds would be against 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. 

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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.

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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 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."

The End 	 




