Chapter 4: Fatherhood, motherhood, brotherhood, love and masturbation

Born at 02:31 AM, November 14th. 3.62 kilograms. Josie Dunham was smiling up at me as I held the little bundle in my paws. „So….“ I gently whispered to Mary once the doctor and nurses had left Mary’s bed and gone to attend to some other expectant mother screaming bloody murder all across the maternity ward „… is she my sister or is she my daughter?“ My smile grew even wider from the love I felt bubbling up in my stomach.  My partner smiled back up at me as she wiped the sweat from her brow with a wet towel the doe nurse had handed to her. „Well, Kevin…“ she started to reply, „What am I to you? Am I your lover? Or your mother?“ I frowned as I thought about it for half a minute, before responding: „Both. You’re both to me. And I suppose…“ I added, already knowing what Mary was getting at „so is she.“ I looked down into her perfect eyes as her cute litte paw wrapped around my thumb.

„What a thoughtful son you have!“ Eliza, one of mom’s oldest childhood friends said while sitting on the sofa. Mom, deep dark bags under her eyes, handed Josie to me with a knowing nod. It was changing time and she needed her rest. „Changing her and everything! Why, my older children recoiled at the thought when I asked them to help with their youngest.“ the wide hipped elephant continued as she sat comfortably, sipping her tea and shoving biscuits into her mouth. „Yes“, I thought to myself, „but your older children didn’t also have a fatherly instinct to help them through“. I carried my daughter into the bathroom like so many other times before during the past 3 months, and put her down on the changing board. It’s funny what instincts do. Sure, poop and diapers are an objectively icky thing, but when it’s about your own child, you kind of…. Get used to it. After the first few times, I had developed a routine. All I wanted was to see my baby clean, and the smell I could deal with. Righ, take the diaper off, fold it, into the trash it goes. out comes the wet wipes, wipe little Josie clean, into the trash they go. Now for a fresh diaper on the shelf…. Oh shit…. The shelf’s emptiness glared right back at me. I would have to go down to the basement to find another package. As I passed by the hallway, I saw mom and Eliza at the front door, chatting away as the wide elephant was just preparing to leave, overcoat in hand. They barely took notice of me as I rushed down the stairs and were still conversing eagerly as I made my way back up. I entered the bathroom and closed the door. „Sorry for keeping you waiting, baby girl. I….“ „Ng.“ I froze in my tracks and turned around slowly. „Ng“. I hand’t imagined it. She was moaning. Was she in pain? As I turned around, I saw that she had put her tiny baby paw on her freshly cleaned vulva. „Nggg“. The moan was of pleasure, not of pain. Baby Josie was…. masturbating?

Mom came in a few minutes later, wondering what the delay was, and I blushed as I caught myself standing there mesmerized, looking at the baby girl pleasuring herself. „M… mom, I wasn’t doing anything, I swear. She just….“ Mom walked up to me and held me in a tight embrace. „I know, dear. This can happen with babies once they’re out of their diapers for too long. Their little paws go everywhere and eventually they find a spot they like, just like Josie here did. There is absolutely nothing sexual about it, my love. They just do it because it makes their bodies feel good. You have nothing to worry about, Kevin. Josie is a perfectly normal baby girl. However…“ she reached between my legs and touched on the bulge I had not even felt growing down there. „….this…..“ she sighed „…this we will have to talk about.“

She knew. I don’t know how she knew, but she knew. When I tried to pry, she had merely stated that single parents at the campground tend to talk to one another. I couldn’t meet her stern, prying gaze, so I looked down at the floor, then up at her again. God, that ice cold stare. I turned my eyes up into the ceiling. „Mom… I swear I’m not a…. I mean….“ „Don’t you lie to me Kevin!“ she whispered, careful not to wake Josie who was sleeping in the cot nearby. „Don’t you dare lie to me!“ Tears welled up in my eyes as I finally turned to meet Mary’s deep eyes. „M… mom…. Am I…. am I a … p…. p…. pe“ I gulped deep, unable to finish the shameful sentence.

„A pedophile, you mean?“ her gaze softened a bit and she put her paws on my knees as we sat together in the sofa. She took a deep breath. „Yes Kevin… it looks like you are, and that’s why we’re having this talk…“ „No“, I whispered. I saw a slight smile develop on her face. Suddenly, she gently caressed my cheek with her paw. Her soft, motherly paw. My lover’s paw. „If that is all there is, I think I can relax, Kevin. First of all… it’s not so bad. You are not exclusively a pedophile, are you? I mean, you find older women attractive too, right?“ At this, she gave me a flirtatious wink and teasingly wobbled her boobs up and down with her free paw. I gulped again „Y….yes…..“ Her naughty smile grew wider „Good. Also, Kevin, consider this…. What would they have called me at around the time you and I first got together, hm? What term would society have used?“ Looking at her, she knew I knew the answer, but I dared not take the word in my mouth. Eventually, she filled it in for me. „That’s right, Kevin. A pedophile. Society would have treated me the same way.“ 

My heart sank. „But that’s not fair! M… Mary, you never… you never forced…“ „That’s exactly right, Kevin. I didn’t. And that’s why I thought you didn’t take damage from it, though now I’m not so sure….“ She glanced over at the cot where our daughter Josie was sleeping peacefully, a new diaper on and wrapped in a pink blanket. „No!“ I screamed, but hushed my voice as I could her the baby stirring. „No… mom… M… Mary, I would never hurt my sis… um, our daughter.“ Her expression finally warmed up. „I know, Kev, sweetie. I just wanted to make sure. Baby, as your sister grows, she will mature, and she will come to us with questions about how the body works, and we should answer her as best we can. But we must never force anything on her and everything has to, absolutely has to, be at her own pace or we risk hurting her for life. Understand?“ I nodded. „I need you to swear to me, Kevin.“ I nodded again. „I swear.“

As soon as she learned how to walk, little Josie was a very curious girl. Stumbling around like a little scientist, she asked the same question over and over „What’s this?“ „And this?“ „And this and this and this?“ Not just about objects inside the house, but also outside as we took her, one paw in each hand, and walked through the nearby parks and forests together, as a famliy. She jumped with you every time we entered the woods, a true nature’s child. She already knew the name of every tree, every bird, every wild animal, and I so wished that I could tell her „Daddy is so proud of you, Josie“. The slight pang in my heart lessened every time she hugged me, however, and all of the pain melted away at her first word: „Gevin!“.

As for the diaper changes, her little paw went down to her privates at times still, and we let her keep at it, but only for as long as the change took. At age 3.5 though, we had decided that it was time for potty training. I was busy studying for university entrance exams, having just finished my high school’s science program and trying to decide whether chemistry or math was more suitable as my field of higher studies. As such, Mary agreed to handle Josie’s potty training, and she did so with scientific rigor, using the real names for everything. As I sat in the living room, I could hear them through the slightly ajar. „Now remember, princess… you need to wipe from front to back. Front. To. Back. Just like that. Now you do it.“ „Fwont. To bag“ Josie repeated. „Very gooood. Such a good girl, Josie. Now, you have to wipe especially here, between the outer labia and inner labia, ok?  So that nothing gets stuck.“ „Udda wayba an inner wayba“ Josie confirmed. While a quick learner, she didn’t master it in one go, and there were a few incidents during the first few weeks when we had to change her dirty underwear and give the young lady a bath, but within a few months she had turned into a big girl, sitting on the couch in her little skirt, all diaper free and happy.

That evening, as Josie’s fourth birthday was closing in, I looked up from my books in order to tell mom that I had decided on a chemistry major, among other reasons so that I could study at our local university, and remain here with our little family. „That’s great, Kev…. I’m so happy for you, my love…. But look over there….“ She pointed to where Josie was sitting on the couch, watching a cartoon on the big flatscreen. Her paw had clearly found its way south again, and she was rubbing her tiny vulva with audible moans. My face turned bright red as I felt the bulge between my legs growing again. Mary walked over and sat next to our daughter. „Hey sweetie….“ „Hey… uh…. Mommy….“ „What are you doing, sweetie?“ „I’m wubbing my wuvva….“ our naive child replied, having learned so many words from her highly educated mother. „I can see that, princess.. It feels really good, doesn’t it?“ Josie nodded as her panting grew heavier. „Uh huh…“ „That’s amazing, Josie…. And there is nothing wrong with that. But this is something you do in private, ok? It’s fine when it’s just us at home, but not when there are other people here, and not outside, ok? And you need to wash your paws when you’re done wubbing, promise?“ „Oh ok why?“ „It’s because your paws get dirty, little one….“ „No, why only in hewe?“ Mary looked away for a second. „Because society doesn’t like what it doesn’t understand, sweetheart….“ Mary’s gaze met mine, with a slight sadness to it. I knew what she meant, and with a sigh I returned to my books.

For the next year, as introductory chemistry classes kept me busy, I kept studying in the living room, just to be near my little girl. In my spare time, Mary and I taught her to read, as well as basic math. Shortly after her fifth birthday, our little lady was eager to go to kindergarten, where her teachers instantly took to her „Wow, such a bright child! She already knows addition and subtraction at her age, bravo!“ Her teachers initially thought it was all Mary’s doing, but she was quick to correct them in that Josie’s „brother“ had helped a great deal. I started looking around online for basic science experiments to do with my daughter at some later date, my heart overflowing with pride.

A few months later, after dinner as we were all sitting in the living room, me pored over my books and the two ladies of my life watching streamed children’s cartoons as usual, Josie’s little paw once more made its way into her panties. I had gotten used to it at this point and tried to think away my bulge, knowing that Mary would help me with it after we had all gone to bed, biting into a pillow as to not betray a thing, I refocused my attention on the polymere chains ahead in the tome I was forcing my way through. I was thrown out of it by Josie’s innocent question: „Moooommy?“ the almost six year old asked, glancing curiously at my mom. „Do you also have a vulva, like me?“ We both smiled at her, and Mary replied. „Yes Josie… I do have one.“ „Nu uh“, Josie said. „I don’t believe you, mommy“. Her paw slipped out of her panties again, calling her mother out on what she thought was a bluff. Mary got up. „I would never lie to you, my little princess…. And I can prove it to you, would you like that?“ Josie nodded, and I had completely forgotten my books as I looked on.

Mary stood up from the couch and stood by an armchair right next to the living room table, opposite where I was sitting on the floor, on my pillows propped up right by the table’s edge. Mary slowly undressed for our daughter, her curves visible around sexy black lingerie which she usually reserved just for me. She slowly pulled down her panties and let them fall to the floor, then sat down with legs spread in the armchair. „Come closer, Josie…. And you will see….“ Josie’s mouth hung agape as she crawled closer on the couch. „Whoooooa…. So that’s what they look like…. Does mine look like that too, mommy?“ „It sure does, honey. Want to see?“ Mary reached over to her purse on the table, and took out a small mirror which she usually used for last minute makeup touchups when out and about. Josie nodded. „Ok Josie, you will have to take off your panties to see, is that ok with you?“ „Uh huh, she replied.“ I tried and failed not to blush as my little girl eagerly took off her panties and lay down in the couch with her legs spread. 

„Kev, sweetie, could we move the table a bit?“ I struggled to my feet and helped lift the table aside while Josie giggled. When we had made enough space, Mary knelt down in front of our daughter with the mirror in hand, showing her what her womanhood looked like. „Whoooa it does look like yours, mommy….“ the little girl confirmed. „Mhm… and do you know what all the parts are called, sweetie? That’s the labia majora, can you pull them aside?“ I leaned closer as my daughter carefully  slide them apart, revealing moist tissue inside. „Good girl. And the inner lips here are the labia minora….“ Like a sex ed teacher, Mary pointed at the different parts on the mirror. „That tiny tiny hole there is the urethra… that is where the peepee comes out….“ „Ewww peepeee….“ Josie giggled adorably. „And that larger hole there is called the vagina… can you say that, Josie? Va-gi-na“. „Va-gi-na“, our daughter repeated. „Good girl, Josie! You know so much already. Now, do you see that teeny tiny part at the top of your vulva? That little button there?“ „Uh huh“, „Well that, my child, is a girl’s very special button. When I rub it, it feels really good, see?“ Mary got back into her chair, spread her legs aside and rubbed her clitoris, letting out a moan. God. „It feels good huh, mommy? Can I try?“ „Mmmmm yes sweetie, you can try…. Want to try what I do, honey?“ Josie nodded and tried to mimic the mirror image of what her mother was doing in the armchair. Mary gently touched her clit with an index finger, so did Josie. Josie moaned even louder than her mother. Mary moved the finger in circles, so did her daughter. Mary pinched her clit between two finger and twirled it between them, so did Josie. Mary probably had a ways to go yet, likely due to nerviousness, I thought later, but Josie did not have to wait long. Suddenly, she let out a long yelp of pleasure as her little body shook.

Mary sat up straight in the chair once more. „Did you like that, my darling?“ „Oh yessss mommy, what was that?“ „That feeling, my love, is a really special feeling called an ‚orgasm‘. I would love to have many more with you, but you have to keep it a secret from other people, ok? Can you promise that? If so, we will have many more times like today,  if you want to.“ „Oh yes yes yes mommy I do want to, I do I do I do!“ Josie jumped up and down in the sofa, ecstatic at having discovered something new. But suddenly she stopped, and looked up at me. „Can Kevin also rub his vulva with us, mommy? Can he? Can he can he can he?“ Mary sighed. „Oh honey… Kevin doesn’t have a vulva. Only girls do, boys do not.“ „W...wha….“ our daughter’s face assumed a heartbroken expression, assuming I would be excluded. „No no, sweetie, not like that…. He can still join us, you will see. Why don’t you show her, Kevin?“ I gulped, the bulge in my pants growing even more.

Ten minutes later, all three of us were sitting naked, comfortably on pillows on the floor. Mary had lit a candle in the center. My mother and my sister-daughter had their legs spread wide apart, rubbing their clits already. Josie couldn’t keep her eyes off my rock hard penis which I held in a firm grip, jerking back and forth, repeating „Boys have such a big thing…. So big….“ over and over. I looked down at the two loves of my life, and heard their moans as I jerked along with them. Mary grabbed my paw as she climaxed, squirting out a little, as Josie came first once, then twice. „OOOOOOOOh Kevin oooooh JosiiiEEEE I love you my childreeeeeeen“ Mary let out. „I LOVE YOU MOMMYYYYYYYYY“ Josie followed her with, and after catching her breath „I love you too Keviiiiin…..“ Suddenly I couldn’t hold it in anymore and shot out a huge load, right before my baby girl’s mesmerized eyes. 

We all lay cuddled together in bed that night, nobody bothering to put their clothes back on. Our baby girl was in the middle and Mary and me on each side of her. That’s when her next scientific enquiry came: „But Kevin, Mommy…. Why is Kevin’s thingy so different from what mommy and I have? And why does it spill out goo?“

As it was getting late, we decided that this would be a lesson for the weekend.