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Daughters of Darwin Ch. 01

By: B_E_A_N



It had been three weeks since Tanya had been riding him, but Mark still couldn't get her out of his head.

It was insane. Mark was no longer some teenage boy. He hadn't had a crush on a girl since the age of fifteen, and except for one longer thing that had almost become something serious, all relationships in his life had been casual. In his phone, he had the numbers of nine different girls he could have hung out with pretty much whenever he had wanted to, and none of them was opposed to ending an evening under the sheets together.

So why was it that all he could think of was Tanya?

It wasn't love, that much he was certain of. Mark knew love. He had been in love four times already, one of the women had loved him back, and hadn't she betrayed him, he would still be together with her. Love bonded two people together in an unmistakable way, and it wasn't the way Mark felt about Tanya.

But what else was it, then?

The nights were even worse than that. Sure, sleep did find Mark, but the dreams also found him. Not that they would have been scary dreams, though, unfortunately, they also weren't sexy dreams, which Mark had preferred. No, the dreams he was having were just... confusing. Yes, confusing was the right word. He saw faces he hadn't seen before, places he hadn't been before, and one mansion in particular kept popping up again and again and again for no reason whatsoever. If, at least, he would have dreamt of Tanya, things would have made sense. But this?

As the third weekend since she had fucked him came, Mark couldn't stand it any longer and decided that he had to get all that nonsense out of his head. A quick vacation would probably help him, some new sights to replace the old ones in his mind, out of the city, at the very least. Drive out into the countryside, find a nice quiet place in the open, go for a day of hiking or two - that was what he needed now.

Mark took the highway out of the city but left it at the first opportunity. The kind of quiet he was looking for would probably be near one of the many smaller roads. Without really having a destination, he just chose directions at random, taking the first crossing left or the third right, pretty much heading wherever he thought he'd leave his familiar life behind. And that he did.

Until he suddenly had the strange hunch that the area he was getting into felt familiar.

Mark pulled over to the side of the road and stopped his car. What on earth was happening here? He'd never been to this place in his life, he was certain of that! It wasn't that far from the city, only a few hours, but Mark had never had a reason to come here. Or rather, he wasn't even certain where exactly he was, so how could the area feel familiar to him?

Mark took a deep breath. My mind's playing tricks on me, he thought, I'm probably overworked. It'll all get better once I get off the road and into nature. All I need now is a nice little hotel or motel somewhere around here, a place to stay, and then I'll get out of the car and go for a hike, and then all this weirdness will stop.

With all the will he had left, Mark started his car again and resumed to drive. The strange feeling inside him didn't subside, it even became stronger, but Mark was determined not to let it get the better of him, not to get frightened by something just because it was unexplainable. He pushed back that sensation of being familiar with this area and just focused on driving and looking for a place to stay.

And that worked fine for him until he got to a crossing and suddenly knew that the mansion from his dreams would be there if he now turned left.

Again, Mark stopped his car. Why, he asked himself, why did he know these things? He had never been here, that he was certain of, never taken that left turn, never followed that road to its end. How could he know what was at the end of it?

Did he even know what was at the end of it?

With a sigh, Mark decided to end all this nonsense. He had just randomly driven through the countryside, the odds that the exact same mansion he had dreamt about was here were nil, nada, zilch. Even better, if he now followed that road to its end and found out that, indeed, the mansion wasn't there, he'd finally know that all these strange pictures in his head were really nothing but meaningless mirages, and that would definitely help him get rid of them.

With newfound confidence, Mark took the left turn. The road led towards a small pine forest and then through it. It was in surprisingly good condition for a road that far out nowhere. Most forest roads were bumpy and rough because of the lumber trucks that frequented it - this one wasn't. Judging from its condition, it was maintained regularly. Maybe there was some little village at the end of it? If Mark found a hotel there, then the forest would have been perfect for hiking...

And then he was at the end of the road, and before him, a wide clearing opened, and in the middle of that clearing stood the mansion Mark had dreamt about.

"Damn," Mark said to himself.

A minute later, he was walking towards the mansion. He could have just turned around and driven off again, but now that he had actually arrived, his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Maybe if he just followed that path he was on to its natural end, all the weirdness that had happened to him in the last three weeks would finally make sense. Or maybe he was going insane, and entering that mansion would be Mark's final step into insanity.

He almost didn't care any more.

As he approached the mansion, Mark saw a child coming out from behind it. It seemed to be a girl, maybe ten or eleven years old, with long and beautiful chestnut hair that shimmered in the early afternoon sun. The girl saw him and froze. Mark smiled and raised a hand, waving to her.

The girl turned on her heels, raced towards the mansion, up the stairs, opened the door and slipped inside as though she had seen a ghost.

Puzzled, Mark looked over his shoulder, but there was nothing there that could have scared the girl so much. Had she been frightened by him? That would have been strange. Mark was hardly a frightening person, and most children behaved perfectly normal around him. Still, he couldn't think of anything else that might have sparked that girl's reaction...

Shrugging, he continued on the pebbled path that led towards the mansion. It was only a few more yards to go, and then, maybe, his questions would be answered. The girl certainly wouldn't be living in that mansion alone. Hopefully, whoever lived there with her would be able to offer a few explanations.

And then, just as Mark was standing on the bottom of the stairs that led up to the door, it opened, and out of it stepped Tanya, wearing a pink and white sweatsuit.

"You?" she asked with absolute disbelief in her voice.

"You?" Mark replied, equally surprised.

And that was even before he noticed that Tanya looked very, very pregnant.

-

"Simone, sweetie, go out and play a little, will ya?"

The girl with the chestnut hair nodded, but she wasn't taking her eyes off Mark. She looked at him as any other kid would have looked upon some three-eyed, green-skinned alien, and Mark felt really uncomfortable under the gaze of the kid. When she eventually opened the door and slipped out of the house, he felt more than relieved.

Tanya must have felt the tension too. "I'm sorry," she said. "Simone isn't used to strangers. We rarely have visitors here."

Mark nodded. "Yeah, I could figure. She's your... cousin? Niece?"

"No." Tanya turned and gestured towards Mark. "Come with me," she said. "Let's find you a place to sit."

"Fine with me."

Mark followed Tanya into the next room. It was some kind of large parlor, befitting a mansion of that size, though most of the furniture in it was modern and looked somewhat like designer pieces. Probably expensive designer pieces, Mark noticed.

Tanya let Mark enter, then closed the door behind him and turned the key in the lock. "Take a seat," she said and gestured towards a group of armchairs standing around a small table.

"Thanks." Mark headed towards one of the armchairs and sat down. Tanya followed him, taking the chair just of the opposite side of the table. She really was as pregnant as she looked; Mark could see that in the way she walked, and in the way she very carefully lowered herself into the armchair. Even though she was wearing comfortable clothing, her belly still seemed to make every movement difficult.

"I suppose you have a lot of questions," Tanya began.

"Oh yes," Mark nodded. He couldn't take his eyes off Tanya's bulging belly.

"Before you ask them," Tanya said, "I have one, though: How did you find me?"

Mark had to laugh. "That was one of the questions I wanted to ask you."

"Really?"

"Really. I don't have the slightest idea how I found you."

Tanya wiped a strand of hair out her face. "Yet you are here."

"I guess I am," Mark said. "Honestly, I wasn't intending to. I just wanted to get out of the city, just drive around in the countryside a little. And before I know it, there's suddenly this crossing, and I know that at the end of that road, there will be the mansion I keep on seeing in my dreams..."

"Wait," Tanya interrupted him, "you keep seeing a mansion in your dreams? This mansion?"

"Yup. Since the day we dated."

Something like... realization, maybe, suddenly flashed up in Tanya's face. "Of course," she murmured. "That's certainly possible. I've been a little careless with you, but that it would have this effect..."

"Mh?" Mark looked at her.

"I'll explain later," Tanya promised. "But before we get to that - you certainly have other questions?" She smiled and gently tapped her bulging belly with her fingers.

Mark laughed nervously. "Oh, yeah, that. Well... the obvious question seems to be... What's happened with you?"

"What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're... well, pregnant."

Tanya nodded and smiled. "I am," she said.

"But how? It's been three weeks since I last saw you, and back then you were... you were..."

"I was?"

"Not."

"That's right." Tanya continued to smile, though a little mischievously now.

Mark felt more than a little lost. "So - how? How is that possible? You look like you're in your seventh month, or so."

"That would be impossible," Tanya said. "I can't be in my seventh month if you saw me not pregnant only three weeks ago, right?"

"Exactly!" Mark nodded and sat up. "It IS impossible. You're definitely in the last third of your pregnancy, and pregnancies take nine months."

"Oh, they do?" Tanya's smile was taking a turn for the wicked now. "Says who?"

"Everybody knows that!"

"Strange," Tanya mused. "Then someone must have forgotten to tell that to the mice."

"The what?"

"The mice."

Mark shook his head in bewilderment. "What about mice?"

"Their pregnancies don't take nine months," Tanya said, still smiling her wicked smile. "They only need three weeks before giving birth."

"You KNOW what I was trying to say," Mark protested. "HUMAN pregnancies take nine months."

Tanya nodded. "They usually do. However, evolutionarily speaking, that's not necessarily a good thing. A lot can happen to a mother in nine months. And in earlier days, a lot DID happen."

Mark shook his head again. "What do you mean?"

"I'm saying that evolutionarily speaking, a shorter pregnancy time can be a good thing." Tanya struggled a little to sit upright as she had sunken into the armchair quite deeply. "The sooner a woman gives birth, the sooner she is back to her full strength. Less time for things to go wrong. And, of course, it also gives her the opportunity to have more children than if each pregnancy took nine months."

"Alright," said Mark, "I'm not an expert, but I must admit that makes sense. Shorter pregnancies are an advantage. Evolutionarily speaking. And?"

Tanya looked him straight in the eye. "Evolution's sitting right in front of you," she said.

Mark laughed. That was a joke - that HAD to be a joke. "You're saying that your pregnancies last only three weeks instead of nine months?"

"No."

"Ah." Mark smiled. "I knew that you were only..."

"They last FOUR weeks," Tanya said. "It's three weeks for mice."

"Four weeks."

"Yes."

Mark shook his head again, this time in disbelief. "Never."

"Why not?"

"It's biologically impossible!"

Tanya had stopped smiling. "Why do you think that?"

"Because it is! A child growing inside you that quickly - I mean, how would your body be able to support something growing that fast? I'm not a biologist, but I'm pretty sure a baby needs lots of energy to grow! Where would that all come from?"

Wordlessly, Tanya pushed herself out of the armchair, only slightly struggling. Looking at Mark, she started to walk across the room, to another door.

"Where are you..."

"Follow me," Tanya said, nothing more, and without any expression on her face. "Follow me, and I'll show you."

The change in Tanya's behavior started to worry Mark, but his curiosity still outweighed his caution, and so he stood up and followed her across the room. When he reached her, she had already opened the door and stepped into the room behind it.

It was a bedroom, a very spacious bedroom, with a king-size bed right in the middle of it, as luxurious as the furniture in the parlor. That bed was the only piece of furniture in the entire room.

Unless you counted the eight monstrous fridges that stood on the walls.

"What the..."

Tanya slowly walked towards the bed and sat down on it, facing towards Mark. "That," she said, "is where I spend most of my time when I'm pregnant. I'm eating, and when I'm not eating, I'm sleeping, and when I'm doing neither..." She pointed towards another door. "The bathroom is just over there." 

"But..." Mark was trying to make heads or tails of what he was seeing here. "Why are you showing me this?"

"Because it's the answer to your question," Tanya answered, and now her voice was back to its former, soft, slightly mischievous tone. "Where does all the energy I need to grow babies so fast come from? It comes from these fridges."

"You mean... you just eat?"

"Yup. I eat a lot."

She smiled, and Mark was finally beginning to understand. "But that must mean that your body... Man, how fast does your metabolism work?"

"Very fast." Tanya slid backwards on the bed, comfortably reclining on the pillows. "Fast enough to give birth to a baby girl every four weeks, if I want to."

"Incredible," Mark murmured. "And you're saying it's just... evolution?"

"Yup."

"Looks more like some miracle to me."

"Evolution is a miracle," Tanya smiled, "each and every time. And now you're a part of it."

Mark looked puzzled. "Me?"

"Oh yes, indeed." Tanya softly ran her hand over her rounded belly. "Whose child do you think is this inside me?"

"W-what?"

"No, not what. WHOSE child."

"You don't mean..."

"I do, and you know I do." Tanya looked directly at Mark. "Now say it."

Mark took a deep breath. "That child is mine," he said. "It's mine."

"She is yours," Tanya nodded.

"I'm going to be a daddy..."

Without any further words, Mark walked towards Tanya and sat down on the bed next to her.

"May I?"

"Of course."

Carefully, as though touching something precious and fragile, Mark put his hand on Tanya's belly and slowly stroked it. "I'm going to be a daddy," he repeated.

"You are," Tanya affirmed him, "and I think this is a good time for me to apologize for that."

"Apologize?"

"For stealing your cum from you." She smiled one of her more wicked smiles. "And for not intending to tell you about your little baby daughter. Though that might be excused if I tell you that you're now the first man to know he's the father to one of my children."

Mark turned his gaze from Tanya's belly to her face, though he continued to stroke her. "I remember now," he said. "After you were gone, I couldn't find the condom I had put on..."

"It was still inside of me," Tanya said, her smile unchanged. "Together with your cum. I pulled that rubber off your dick before you came. My pussy's quite nimble, isn't she?"

"Oh yeah, she is." The memory of being inside Tanya was enough to make Mark's cock harden again, though sitting right next to her and feeling the warmth of her body could have also had something to do with that. "You know..."

"Mh?"

"I haven't been able to get you out of my head ever since you left."

Tanya sighed deeply. "Yeah," she said, "I suppose I should apologize for that too."

"Don't," Mark said. "Don't apologize."

Tanya smiled, but this time with a hint of sadness. "No, you don't understand," she said. "I really should apologize. You see..."

"I don't care," Mark interrupted her. "I don't care what you did. You fucked me, and now you're carrying my baby, and you never intended to tell me, but I still don't care. All I care about is that I found you, and that these last three weeks are finally making sense, and that I'm going to be a father. That's all I care about."

"You mean..."

"I mean I'm happy," said Mark, and now it was his turn to smile. "I'm truly, honestly happy about all that's happened."

Tanya wasn't smiling. "Even if that is all that will ever happen?" she asked. "Even if we are never going to be a family? Even if the only choice you now have left is either never seeing me again, or never going back to your old life?"

"Even then."

Now it was Tanya's turn to shake her head. "Mark, I don't think you know what you're..."

She didn't get any further before Mark bent over her and softly kissed her on her lips.

To his surprise, Tanya immediately responded to his kiss. Her mouth slightly opened, and she offered him her tongue, which he gladly accepted. For a long time, their lips embraced, and Tanya slung her arms around Mark's neck.

As she finally let him go again, she looked into his eyes. "So you're with me," she said, "whatever will happen?"

"I am." Mark smiled. "I'm sure of it."

"Show me," Tanya whispered, and then she pulled him towards her for another kiss, even more sensual than the last one. Mark let his hands run over her breasts and her beautiful, beautiful belly, and Tanya softly snuck her fingers down between Mark's legs. He didn't resist when she opened his belt and let her hand slip inside his jeans.

"Come here," she demanded.

Mark crawled closer, positioning him so that Tanya could easily reach his crotch. Tanya opened his jeans entirely, took out Mark's half-still cock, gently ran her fingers over it a few times and then firmly took it into her hand and held it as she put her mouth over it.

Tanya's mouth felt heavenly. The first time they had sex, she had not given him head, but now that she did, Mark knew that he really had been missing out. She sucked down on him as though she had done nothing else all her life, taking his cock in up to the balls, and all the time, Mark wasn't feeling a single tooth. When it came to blowjobs, Tanya was an expert.

As she pleasured him, Mark could do little than to run his fingers through her wonderfully silky hair and to gently knead the back of her neck. His hips were yearning to start pumping, but he knew that if he did that, he would fill Tanya's throat with cum faster than a speeding bullet, and he didn't want it to be over so soon. Besides, he had done nothing to pleasure Tanya yet, and he considered himself as much a giver as a receiver. (And as it turned out, he had given her a child when he had last received sex, so he had already set a fine example there, he thought.)

As gently as he could in his aroused condition, he pulled back from her. Tanya's lips kept sucking and teasing as long as they could, but eventually, his now painfully stiff cock plopped of her mouth. "I wanna do something for you too," he whispered.


Daughters of Darwin Ch. 01



Tanya smiled. "You already have," she said, gently putting her hand on her belly.

"I wanna do something NOW," Mark insisted. "Something that makes you feel as good as you made me feel."

"In that case..." Tanya lay back and slowly pulled down the pants of her sweatsuit, wiggling her hips from side to side to get the stretching fabric off her. Like the first time that Mark had met her, she wasn't wearing panties, and now that he could actually see her pussy, he could confirm what he had only felt before: that, aside from a well-trimmed strip of hair on her lower belly, Tanya was clean-shaven. Her inner labia peeked out between her outer ones, and they had the most beautiful pink color.

Tanya hadn't even gotten the sweatpants down to her knees when Mark was already between her legs, gently spread her folds and started to lick her. He began with the insides of her labia, softly and slowly working them with his tongue and then moved higher up, caressing the sides of her clit.

The moment Mark had started to pleasure her, Tanya had softly started to moan in delight, but now as he stimulated her more intensely, the moaning turned to panting and became much faster. Tanya threw her head back, softly bucking her hips against Mark's mouth, and Mark got the message, engulfing her clit with his mouth and using his lips to bring her even greater pleasure.

It didn't take long for Tanya to come, and she gave off a small, high-pitched yelp as her body trembled and shook. Her hands dug deep into Mark's hair, and he continued to lick her, hoping to extend her orgasm, or maybe even allow her to glide into a second one directly.

Tanya had other plans, though. As soon as the waves from her first climax had subsided, she pulled up Mark's head by his hair. He looked up, trying to find her face behind her bulging pregnant belly and found her, smiling brightly with reddened cheeks. "I love your mouth," she said, "but I love your cock even more. Fuck me."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "Are you certain? I mean, in your condition..."

"What are you going to do, get me even more pregnant?" Tanya chuckled. "And if you're worried about the baby, don't be. As long as we're both careful, nothing will happen to her."

"Okay then." Mark sat up and helped Tanya pull her sweatpants completely off. "So... how do you like it?"

Tanya chuckled. "I suppose I can't ride you like last time," she said, "so you're going to have to do a bit more work yourself." She turned to the side so that her back was to Mark. "Come, spoon me."

Mark dropped his pants to the floor, got out if his underpants and then did as Tanya had suggested, huddling close to her from behind and putting his arms around her. His stiff cock pressed against her firm buttcheeks, and he could hear and feel Tanya chuckling again in his arms. "So eager," she teased. "You'd have my other hole too if I let you, wouldn't you?"

"If you liked that..." Mark hadn't met many women who liked anal sex, and only one who seemed to prefer it to other positions.

"I like this here," said Tanya, reached down, gently took Mark's throbbing cock into her hand and guided it between her legs, into her pussy.

Mark slowly slid into her. Now that he had the lead, he wanted to be careful not to hurt Tanya, or to cause her any discomfort. He had never been in bed with a pregnant woman before and didn't know what to expect. To his surprise, though, it didn't feel much different than the last time he had been inside Tanya. Her pussy squeezed down on him as soon as he was completely inside her, and it was every bit as good as he remember it.

"Take me," whispered Tanya as she grabbed his arm. "Take me, and give me all you got!"

And Mark obeyed.

His first moves were still a little hesitant, a little slow. He was not yet certain how rough he could actually be. However, when Tanya's pussy suddenly started sucking him in, he became bolder. He started using his hips, pumping her with his cock, and he felt her insides flex in response to his thrusts.

Tanya moaned and panted in his arms, her body writhing in pleasure as she continued to dig her fingers into Mark's arm. With his free hand, Mark stroked her wonderfully pregnant belly, moved higher, squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her sweatjacket (and thought that they had definitely become bigger and softer since the last time he had been close to them) and eventually held her even closer as his thrusts were becoming more and more demanding.

Judging from the sounds she was making and the way her pussy clenched down on Mark's cock, Tanya was coming every few minutes, and each climax seemed to make her more passionate, more demanding. After her eighth time, her hips were fucking Mark back every bit as good as he was fucking her, and Mark felt he wouldn't last much longer.

"I'm coming, baby," Mark groaned. "I'm close..."

"Then come," Tanya gasped. "Oooh, come, I want it all..."

And with one of the strongest, most intense climaxes he had ever had, Mark came, his cock shooting load after load after load deep into Tanya's writhing body. He wasn't quite sure afterwards but he thought he had counted eleven spurts of cum, which would have been a new record for him - and his old record had been from when he had still been in high school.

Eventually, he was done, and with a sigh, he relaxed. Tanya did the same, sighing with deep satisfaction before she took his arm and tucked herself comfortably underneath it.

"That was great," she mumbled. "I really should have thought of this earlier."

"Mh?"

"Sex during pregnancy. It feels much more intense than usual. Though..."

"Though?" Mark looked up.

"Though maybe that's just because it's sex with you."

Mark smiled. "I wish. As far as I can tell, it's all your body. You're absolutely driving me wild, do you know that?"

"Yup," Tanya giggled, "that isn't hard to tell. You really love my pussy, don't you?"

"I think it's you I love," Mark said. He hadn't intended on saying that, but now that it was out, he couldn't help but think that this might have been the truth. He had always thought love felt different from what he was feeling towards Tanya, but maybe...

"That's good," mumbled Tanya, her voice getting increasingly sleepy. "That's really good."

"Yeah?" Mark smiled.

"Yeah." Tanya sighed again and relaxed. "It'll make things so much easier for you..."

And before Mark could think to ask her what she meant about that, Tanya was already fast asleep, his cock still inside her.



Daughters of Darwin Ch. 02



Mark woke up to the feeling of someone sitting down on the bed next to him. For a moment, he was surprised that he had been sleeping in the first place, but then he remembered Tanya dozing off before him, and the warmth of her body, and the comfortable numbness that had overcome him after he had left a load of his sperm in her pregnant pussy.

He looked up. It was Tanya who had sat down next to him, alright, and she was sipping from a canned drink – a protein shake, it seemed.

"Hi," Tanya said as she noticed he was awake, gently running her fingers through his locks. "Back among the living?"

"Mmmh," Mark replied, stretched and slowly sat up. "How long have I been sleeping?"

Tanya shrugged. "Only a few hours, I suppose," she said. "I haven't looked at the time, but it can't be later than three or four in the afternoon."

"Good."

Mark stood up, looked around, picked up his underpants from the floor and slipped into them.

"Aw," said Tanya, pouting.

Mark grinned. "What, you want another round already?"

"That too," Tanya replied, "but I also liked the view until now. You have a really great butt, you know that?"

"Thanks. Yours is amazing too. And I'm now qualified to offer an expert opinion on that."

Tanya giggled. "It's a lot bigger now that I'm pregnant. Are you into big butts?"

"I'm definitely into your butt," Mark smiled, "no matter whether it's small and tight or big and soft. Though..."

"Though?" Tanya raised an eyebrow.

Mark sighed. "I still can't believe how fast pregnancies go for you," he said. "It's so unreal. You're telling me it's nothing but biology at work, but if it really is..."

"Yes?"

"Then why haven't I ever heard about it before?"

Tanya smiled, and it was one of her wicked little smiles again. "That's because we're doing our best to keep it secret."

"We?" Now it was Mark's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Are you saying there's more than one of you?"

"Heh." Tanya's smile got even wider. "There's a whole lot of us. And there's more of us every day."

"Then – who's 'us'?"

"Women like me," Tanya explained. "Women whose biology works faster than normal."

Mark looked at her in disbelief. "And where did you come from?" he asked. "I mean, have you all evolved at the same time, or what?"

Tanya had to laugh again. "No, Mark, we were born this way. Born from women who already had the same biology. We inherit it from our mothers."

"Oh. Then..." Mark looked at Tanya's belly. "Then our child...?"

"Will be just the same," Tanya nodded. "All my daughters share this ability, and ours will be no different. It's an evolutionary advantage, remember? Of course she'll inherit it."

That revelation was enough to make Mark have to sit down again. "Wow," he said, "I wouldn't have thought it was like- like this. I mean, wow, you're able to give birth to theoretically hundreds of girls during your lifetime, and if each of them is able to give birth to the same number, then your granddaughters alone would number in the tens of thousands, and the generations after that..."

"That's the whole point," Tanya smiled.

"Huh?" Mark looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face. "The whole point of what?"

"The whole point of..."

That moment, the bedroom door opened, and a brunette, tall woman wearing a very expensive-looking skirt suit entered the room. Her expression when she saw Mark was one of utter disbelief.

"What the FUCK, Tanya?"

Tanya ducked and smiled at the woman in an apologetic way. "Hi, sis," she said.

***

"This is the dumbest thing you've ever done! I mean, you've done a lot of dumb things, but really, now you've surpassed yourself, Tanya. This is absolutely un-fucking-believably, mind-numbingly stupid!"

"Look, Stephanie," Tanya tried to explain, "it's not like you think it is."

"It isn't?" Stephanie threw her hands in the air, looking as though as she was about to scream in frustration. "Then, please, tell me, by all means: What in Mother Earth's name were you THINKING when you brought one of your fuck-toys here?"

"Hey!" Mark couldn't help feeling that Stephanie's anger was probably not unfounded, but that should have been no reason to insult him. "Don't call me a..."

"I didn't bring him here," Tanya defended herself. "He found this place on his own."

"Exactly," Mark said. "And I'm not her..."

Stephanie ignored him. "Yeah, right," she hissed, "how very probable. And I suppose it's also a coincidence that the two of you smell of sex, isn't it?"

"No, that's not a coincidence," Tanya said, "that's because we DID have sex."

"Ah hah!"

"But I didn't invite him here, and I didn't tell him how to find this place either."

Stephanie crossed her arms. "Impossible," she said. "How else would he have known?"

"I'm not sure myself," Tanya explained, "but it's probably because he sucked my tits."

"He what?"

"Sucked my tits, or at least one of them." Tanya leaned back a little. "Yeah, I know, I was probably a little careless, but how could I have known that this was enough to..."

"Regardless, once he was here, of course you HAD to sleep with him," Stephanie continued chastising her. "Dammit, Tanya, we have this rule for a reason! No strangers inside the safehouse!" 

Mark was slowly getting angry too, mostly at being ignored. "I'm not a stranger", he insisted. "I'm the father of Tanya's child."

That seemed to have gotten Stephanie's attention. "Oh, so you are?" she said. "Brilliant! So I suppose she even told you that her body works in mysterious ways, didn't she?"

"She did."

Stephanie buried her face in the palm of her hand. "Tanya," she groaned, "what am I going to do with you? And what are we going to do with him?"

"Uh, me?!" Suddenly, Mark didn't like where this conversation was going. "What do you mean? Tanya, what does she..."

"It's okay," Tanya said, probably talking to both Mark and her sister. "Everything's perfectly okay. I already talked to Mark. He said he was cool with everything."

Stephanie glanced at Tanya over her hand. "Did you tell him what 'everything' implies?" she asked.

"I told him he couldn't go back to his old life," Tanya nodded, "and he was perfectly happy with that."

"Um..." Mark's eyes darted between Tanya and Stephanie. Now that he thought of it, maybe his first reaction towards learning of Tanya's pregnancy had been a little too positive...

The look in Stephanie's eyes made it clear that she had noticed his sudden nervousness. "So I suppose you were a little, say, unclear on the details," she said.

"Maybe." Tanya smiled.

"I thought so," said Stephanie and looked at Mark. "You."

"Uh, yes?"

"Come with me." She turned around and walked back out the door.

Mark felt more than a little uneasy. "What..."

"I'm going to give you a few explanations", Stephanie said.

"Alright...?" Mark looked at Tanya. "Um, your sister, is she..."

Tanya gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry," she said, "Stephanie's okay. I'm pretty sure she not going to harm you."

"Pretty sure?" Mark didn't exactly feel much safer.

"Almost one-hundred-percent sure," said Tanya and nudged him in the arm. "Besides, you're a strong guy. When push comes to shove, you can take care of yourself."

Mark sighed, stood up and, really feeling not confident, followed Stephanie into the parlor.

Once he had arrived, Stephanie closed the door to the bedroom again, and for a moment, Mark had the uncomfortable that being locked in with her was among the more dangerous things he had experienced in his lifetime. Then, however, he saw that the door into the mansion's entry hall was standing open and that, theoretically, he could still try running away. Strange, though, that the door was open – hadn't Tanya locked it earlier?

As he walked passed her, he couldn't help notice that Stephanie stood almost as tall as himself. She was wearing high heels, but that could only amount to three inches, at most. She really was very different from her sister...

"Sit," Stephanie said, pointing towards one of the armchairs – the same one Mark had already chosen earlier. He sat down. Stephanie did not.

"So..." Mark began to speak.

"So you know of Tanya's secret," Stephanie interrupted him, crossing her arms again. "How much did she tell you?"

Mark shrugged. "I don't know how much there is to know," he said. "What Tanya told me is already quite unbelievable."

"What exactly did she reveal?" Stephanie's gaze felt very uncomfortable – her eyes seemed to bore right through Mark's.

"She told me that she was able to give birth every four weeks if she wants to," Mark said, sweat slowly forming on his forehead. "That her biology worked differently than that of other women, that it had evolved into something, well, better. And that her children would inherit that same biology, as she had inherited it from her mother."

Stephanie didn't blink once as she continued staring at Mark. "And that's all?"

"Um, yeah, I think..." Mark tried to remember anything he could have forgotten but didn't find anything. "Yeah, that's all."

"Good." Stephanie's expression relaxed visibly, and she lowered her arms to her side. "Good. That still makes you the first man who's ever learned that much about us, but I suppose it's a risk we can still live with."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "Risk? What risk..."

"Think about it, " Stephanie said. "You've impregnated a woman, and she's going to give birth to a little baby girl only four weeks after that. Not everybody would take that as well as you apparently do. Weren't you shocked when you found out?"

"Sure I was," Mark nodded. "But, well, at the same time, I was also happy to learn that I was going to be a dad, and..."

"And apparently, that made you so horny that you had to fuck my little sister again, right on the spot."

Mark looked down. "Well..."

"Don't worry," Stephanie said, "I'm not holding that against you. Actually, it's a good reaction. Other men might have become angry. Angry enough to actually harm Tanya, or her little baby girl."

"Oh." Mark looked up again, his eyes widening. "I hadn't thought of that..."

"That's why we're keeping everything a secret," Stephanie explained, "and why none of us is in a steady relationship with somebody. We're different from other people, and the risk that they could hurt us out of anger, or even out of a lack of understanding for our difference, is always present."

Mark nodded. "Yeah, I can imagine. Some people get easily angry at things they don't understand."

"Which is why you must never, absolutely never, tell anybody of us, Mark, or of this place here." Stephanie had started to glare at him again, with the same intensity as before. "This is the first and absolutely most important rule of all. Are you willing to do that, Mark?"

"I am." Mark didn't even have to think about that. "I'd be putting my own daughter into danger if I gave your secrets away."

Stephanie nodded. "Good. That's rule one. Now for rule two."

"There are more rules?"

"A few." Stephanie shifted her weight to her other foot, and Mark only now realized how stiff her entire stance had been until that point. "I hope you're willing to follow them," she said, her voice now also much softer than before.

Mark nodded. "Tell me," he said, "and I'll know what to do."

"Then rule two", Stephanie said. "The child you're going to have with Tanya is going to be your only child with her. You will not give her another."

"Uh..." Mark was confused. "I suppose I can do that – but why? What's the point?"

"Rule three," Stephanie continued. "You will not question anything that we ask of you, nor ask for any further explanations. You will be content with what you know now. It's already more than any other man in the world knows."

Mark didn't look happy with that. "You said you would give me a few explanations," he complained. "Now you're telling me I'm not supposed to ask for explanations."

"I'm explaining the rules to you," Stephanie said. "And I'm not saying you will never learn anything new about us. But we will decide how much we tell you how quickly. And until then, you need to trust that this is to both our best interests. Can you do that?"

"I suppose I have to," Mark sighed. "I don't have another choice, do I?"

Stephanie's eyes widened in surprise. "What makes you think that?"

Mark held up his hands. "The way you're talking to me, for example? I mean, if I don't do what you ask of me..."

"Oh my goodness, you think we're going to hurt you!" Stephanie had to laugh, and to Mark's surprise, her laugh was bright, open and very melodic. "Oh dear. Oh DEAR! Sorry, Mark, really, that's not what I wanted it so look like. Absolutely not."

"Whew, now that's a relief," sighed Mark and relaxed slightly. "So, what is it, then?"

"What is what?"

"What's the other choice I have?"

"Ah, yes." Stephanie nodded. "The other choice is leaving now, never coming back and never seeing Tanya or me again. If you're not willing to follow the rules, that's what we must demand."

That was definitely not as bad as Mark had expected. "Fine with me," he said.

"Good," smiled Stephanie. "Rule four, then."

"How many rules are left?"

"Only two more," said Stephanie. "The fourth one is this: Our daughters are ours, and ours alone. You do not hold any claims towards a girl born to one of us, not even towards your own."

Mark had to swallow. "You mean," he said, "I'm never going to hold my daughter in my arms?"

The look on Stephanie's face became strict again. "That girl is not your daughter," she said. "She's Tanya's daughter, and it's Tanya's choice how to raise her daughter. If she decides you're not a part of that, then you're not. Can you accept that?"

"That's... harsh."

"But that's how it is. Can you accept it?"

Mark sighed and looked down again. "If the other option is never seeing Tanya again, then I suppose I have to," he said. "I mean... Tanya could always choose to let me raise the kid together with her, couldn't she?"

Stephanie nodded. "She could."

"Alright, then I accept." Mark took a deep breath and looked at the woman before him. "What's the final rule?"

"The one you're going to like the least," Stephanie said, but with a very strange undertone in her voice. 

Mark thought he saw the hint of a smile creep on Stephanie's face. "Okay...?"

"As you're now one of the few people outside our own kind who knows of us," she explained, "and the only man, you are a very valuable resource for us. Our secrets are safe with you, and we needn't hide our true nature from you. You're the only man who understands what we're capable of."

"Um, yeah..." Mark was starting to feel a little uncomfortable again.

"And thus," Stephanie calmly continued, "the final rule is this: Whenever one of us asks you to, you will impregnate her."

"W-what?"

Stephanie smiled and relaxed her stance again, resting one hand on her hip. "You will give your sperm to any of us who asks you to," she said, her voice having lost all of the strictness and seriousness it had had before. "Not more than once, of course – remember rule two. It applies to all of us."

Mark had to swallow again. "You mean, any of you can just come to me and demand that I impregnate her, right on the spot?"

"It needn't be 'right on the spot'," Stephanie chuckled, turned to the side, opened her jacket and hung it over the back of one of the armchairs. "You choose an appropriate time, and an appropriate occasion, and it can be in any way you're comfortable with. But you can't just refuse."

"Hm." Mark considered that for a moment. "That sounds at least a little better."

"Also," Stephanie continued and slowly walked towards Mark, "you will find that most of us don't mind having sex even when it's not about getting pregnant. So if you're ever in need of a little relief, you know who you can turn to."

Mark couldn't help noticing how Stephanie's hips swayed as she approached him, and for the first time, he realized what an attractive woman she was when she wasn't shouting, or making menacing remarks, or demanding obedience of him. Her hair was much darker than Tanya's, of such a dark brown tone that it almost looked black, but the highlights the afternoon sun left in it through the windows shone brightly. Her eyes, frightening when she had glared at him, had a beautiful hazel tone and were full of warmth.

"So all in all," Stephanie said, "I think it's not too bad a deal," and she leaned forward, rested her hands on the arms of the chair Mark was sitting in and looked directly into his eyes, her chest almost touching his. "What do you think?"

"Yeah," said Mark. "I think it's not too bad a deal."

"You're willing to take it?"

Mark nodded. "I am."

"Good," smiled Stephanie, stood up again and started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Um..."

"Oh, and by the way," she said, "as you've now accepted our rules. I also want you to give me a baby."

Mark's eyes widened. "What – right here and now?"

"You don't have to," Stephanie smiled. "Theoretically, you could name another time and occasion for that, as I told you in Rule Five. But..." She opened her blouse wide before him. "Do you really want to keep me waiting?"

One look was enough to assure Mark that he did not. He loved white lace lingerie, especially when worn by curvaceous women, and hell, Stephanie was one of those. His gaze went from her full, large breasts down over her smooth belly and to her very feminine hips – damn, how had she hidden that sort of figure underneath a simple skirt suit?

Mark stood up, smiled and walked towards Stephanie. He resisted the urge to directly go for her beautiful breasts and instead took her into his arms, gently running his hands over her lower back. Stephanie smiled at him and ran one hand through his hair. "I suppose that means I don't have to wait," she said.

"Definitely not," smiled Mark and moved his lips closer to Stephanie's.

Stephanie immediately put one of her fingers on Mark's lips. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Who said you were allowed to kiss me?"

"Uh – I thought..."

"I want your baby, not your love." Again, she tousled his hair. "Though I don't mind you kissing the rest of me. But my lips are off-limits, okay?"

Mark nodded "Fine with me."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Stephanie huddled closer to Mark, and he could feel her warm, big breasts pressing against his chest as she whispered "I'm ready" into his ear.

Well, that was definitely hard to misunderstand, thought Mark, and so he took the cue and moved his hands downwards, feeling for the zipper to Stephanie's skirt. He found it and opened it, and he could feel Stephanie move in his arms as she slowly wiggled her hips from side to side until the skirt slid to the ground. Reaching further down, Mark cupped his hands around her soft and smooth buttcheeks, and to his satisfaction, he could feel lace under his fingers. Unlike Tanya, Stephanie wore underwear, and it was of the sexy kind.

Stephanie's hand found their way under Mark's shirt, and as she ran her fingers over his back, she started nibbling at the side of his neck. Mark gently ran his own hands up her back and up to the clasp of her bra, undoing it with nimble fingers. Stephanie responded by digging her fingernails into his back for a moment, just enough so that it didn't become painful to him.

Then, she slipped out of his arms, put her hands on his hips and looked at him as if to judge his reaction. Mark moved a strand of Stephanie's long dark hair out of her face, then gently put his hands on her shoulders and slid the straps of her bra off them. Stephanie smiled and lowered her arms for a moment. Her bra dropped to the floor.

Mark's eyes widened as the full splendor of Stephanie's breasts was now before him. Even underneath the bra, they had already looked large, but he couldn't have guessed how firm they actually were. They hardly needed any support, it seemed; even now as they were swaying freely before him, they weren't sagging at all. And her nipples, dark and large, stood up as high and perky as Tanya's, who was two cup sizes smaller. Damn! Mark wanted to touch them...




Daughters of Darwin Ch. 02



However, before he got to that, Stephanie reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. Throwing it to the side, she moved for his belt, unbuckling it and immediately continuing by unbuttoning his jeans. They slid down to Mark's knees, and Mark stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.

"Nice," said Stephanie, running her hands over his chest, and then she moved in close again, grabbing Mark's butt as her breasts in their now naked glory pressed against him again. "So, you're ready?"

Mark pretty much didn't have to answer; the bulge in his boxers was already answering for him. However, he felt that it was now his turn to take the initiative, and so he put his hands underneath Stephanie's thighs and lifted her up. Stephanie made a small, surprised yelp and quickly grabbed Mark's shoulders as she crossed her legs behind him.

In this position, Mark carried her over to the armchairs and sat her down on the back of one of them, her legs pointing away from the seat. Stephanie laughed and leaned back, putting her hands on the armrests as she spread her legs. Mark reached for her lace panties, and she raised her hips slightly to help him pull them off her.

Underneath her panties, Stephanie was clean-shaven, though like her sister, she had left a bit of hair standing on her lower belly. In her case, it formed a small dark triangle apparently pointing at her clit. Her labia formed a neat, straight slit from which wetness glistened.

Mark couldn't wait any longer. He went to his knees and kissed Stephanie's tender cunt.

Stephanie gave off a moan of delight as Mark started licking her and dug a hand into his hair. Like her sister, she was very responsive towards having her labia caressed, and her skin down there felt even softer than Tanya's. Mark's tongue quickly made her shiver and squirm, and when he eventually got to her clit, she was so aroused that her fluids were freely running out of her. Mark was more than happy to lick them up.

"Please... I'm ready... unnnh, give me your cock," Stephanie soon urged him. "I can't – unnh – I can't hold out... much longer..."

Mark would have loved to take her over her peak with his tongue as he had done with Tanya, but he had always respected the wishes of his partners, and so he withdrew, watching with fascination as even without his stimulation, Stephanie's juices continued running from her. Yeah, she was more than ready. Mark quickly took off his boxers. His cock was as stiff as it would get – eating out a pussy made him hornier than anything else. Gently putting one arm around her waist, He stepped towards Stephanie, used his free hand to guide the tip of his cock between her folds and slid it in.

"Oh yes," whispered Stephanie, wrapping her arms around Mark's neck and closing her eyes. Mark waited for a moment until he was certain she was sitting in a stable position. Then he started to fuck her.

Only three thrusts were enough to take her over the threshold, and she climaxed with a loud moan, her fingernails digging into Mark's skin. He could feel her pussy pulsating around his cock. It felt much softer than her sister's, and she didn't squeeze down on him even closely as hard as Tanya had, but her orgasm was long. He fucked her for a good thirty or forty seconds, and Stephanie still seemed to be coming around him.

Eventually, her waves subsided, and her eyes opened again, and she smiled at him with reddened cheeks as he continued to thrust into her. "You're good", she whispered with a slightly hoarse voice. "You really want to please a woman. No wonder Tanya likes you."

Mark couldn't really think of a good answer. Instead, he leaned forward and, as he continued to fuck Stephanie, took one of her breasts into his hands and softly began to knead it. Stephanie gave off a small moan of pleasure, which quickly became louder as Mark wrapped his lips around her nipple and started to play with it.

"Ooh, yeah, that's good..." Again, Stephanie dug her fingers into Mark's hair as he sucked her soft tit-flesh. Where Tanya had refused him that pleasure, her sister definitely loved it, and under his pumping cock and his demanding lips, she seemed to be on her road to another climax.

This time, though, it took her a lot longer to actually reach her highest peaks, or maybe she held herself back more than before. Her body shuddered a few times, and during each of these times, Mark could feel her pussy tighten around him a little, but she didn't seem to be quite there yet. Which was starting to become bad news – he was quickly approaching a climax himself, and he had hoped to give Stephanie at least one more before that. But at that rate, that was becoming increasingly unlikely.

Stephanie must have noticed his condition, and she softly put a hand on his cheek. "You're almost there?" she panted.

Mark reluctantly released her nipple from his lips. "Yeah," he moaned, "not much longer, and..."

Without a warning, Stephanie shifted her weight, and on his next thrust, Mark slid into her even more deeply than before. The very next moment, her pussy suddenly tightened around him – every bit as powerfully as he had already felt it inside Tanya. Mark stopped thrusting in surprise.

"Now finish it", Stephanie whispered. "Finish me!"

As Mark moved again, Stephanie sighed. Her eyes closed, and she let her head fall back as she gave off a deep, loud moan. Her body started shaking, more and more with each of his thrusts, and within seconds, her arousal seemed to have surpassed his. Stephanie clenched her teeth, and her moans became increasingly louder and higher.

And eventually, with a little scream, she came, and at the same moment, Mark could feel her pussy release the grip on his cock and instead start to pulsate around him again. Now that he was close to his orgasm himself, it felt absolutely heavenly – as though Stephanie's pussy was melting around him.

That was more than enough to send him over the top. With a grunt, he came, and his cum shot into Stephanie's warm, soft pussy, and she closed her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeply as she milked the sperm from his balls with the gentle waves of her orgasm.

Mark's orgasm wasn't the strongest he had ever had, but it was certainly the longest. Stephanie's pussy throbbed around him for another good half minute, and during all that time, he could feel himself coming, and only after she sighed and relaxed did that feeling subside. It was as though she had drawn him into her own orgasm, allowing him to experience what she had felt.

"And now," whispered Stephanie, "now you're allowed to kiss me."

Which Mark did. And it was every bit as wonderful as he had expected.



Daughters of Darwin Ch. 03



The weekend went by really, really fast.

Mark didn't get to do the long walks he had had in mind when he had left his apartment early Saturday, but he got plenty of exercise anyway. Tanya and Stephanie both made sure of that. In their presence, Mark somehow felt extra motivated. He hadn't fucked that much since that one last weekend of summer vacation back in high school, and he seemed to be less drained now than he had been back then. If he could remember correctly.

Stephanie shared Tanya's voracious appetite, not just sexually but also regarding food. When they weren't sleeping (be it with or without him), they were constantly eating, in Stephanie's case, or gulping down protein shakes, in Tanya's case. It had been a mild turnoff to him at first until Tanya had covered herself in various kind of food and invited him to "dig in". After that, he could no longer deny the sexiness inherent in the consumption of food. 

Tanya had denied him a taste of her swelling tits, though, explaining that "these belong to our daughter", and Mark had accepted that, reluctantly. At least Stephanie didn't mind him sucking her nipples. She was very responsive to having her boobs caressed and seemed to be able to get close to a climax just from that, and she lost a bit of her dominant attitude when Mark focused his attention on them, so he did that often during the weekend.

Eventually, though, Sunday evening came, and if Mark didn't want to miss work the next day, he had to leave.

"So, can I meet you again next weekend?" he asked Stephanie who had accompanied him to the door.

"Sure you can," Stephanie said, "though Tanya won't be here. I will, though, and also someone else from our family. So if you don't mind making a few new acquaintances..."

Mark grinned. "More people like you two? Hell, yeah! I..." He stopped as he realized something. "Tanya - she's going to..."

Stephanie nodded. "She'll have her daughter somewhere around next weekend."

"Oh," Mark said, looking at his shoes. "I thought maybe I could be there too."

"Did Tanya invite you?"

"No."

"Then you know the answer."

Mark looked up. "I didn't ask her, though," he said. "Maybe I'll just go back in and..."

He turned back to the mansion, but Stephanie barred his way with her arm and shook her head. "That's not how we do it," she said. "Rule four."

"Your daughters are yours," Mark nodded, "I know, but..."

"It'll be easier for you if you're not there when she's born." Stephanie was back to her calm, no-nonsense personality. "You're going to have less personal attachment. Trust me, that helps a lot later on."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean," he asked, "later on?"

"When she's older," Stephanie explained. "The less you think of her as 'my little girl' and the more you think of her as 'Tanya's daughter', the easier it will be to accept what will happen."

"Well, what WILL happen?" Mark wanted to know.

Stephanie's face was expressionless. "She'll grow up", she said. "She'll be a young woman, like her mother. And she's going to fuck men and have children of her own. And she can't have a daddy standing around somewhere and worry that what she does may not be the best for her."

Mark sighed. "Sheesh, you're really into long-time planning," he said. "She isn't even born and you're already thinking of the day when she'll be all grown up."

"That's the way it is," Stephanie replied with a cryptic look in her eyes. "Children grow up. Girls become women. And there's nothing you can do about it."

***

Over the course of the next few days, Mark started to do a bit of research. The rules Stephanie had given him maybe forbade him to ask questions, but there had been nothing in there telling him he couldn't try to get a few answers by himself. He had pretty much nothing on her or Tanya, not even a last name, but at least he had the mansion where they lived - Stephanie had called it the "safehouse" - and he was pretty certain there were a few clues attached to that place. He only had to find them.

His job in marketing left him plenty of time to do things at his own pace, so he found out the mansion's address to send a request for information to the local registry of deeds and find out the owner. To his surprise, even getting the correct address was more difficult than he had thought - all online maps he checked had only large blank spots where the forest surrounding the mansion had been, and the road leading through it didn't even have a name. Only through the GPS coordinates had he been able to eventually determine where exactly he had spent his last weekend.

When the owner information arrived on Wednesday, Mark was quite disappointed. The "safehouse" belonged to a Patricia Harland, which didn't ring a bell, and there was no contact address given other than an attorney's office in Boston, MA. The mansion had looked like a few million bucks, so that wasn't much of a surprise, but Mark had thought that the name behind it would be a little more prestigious than that. Unless...

Another few hours of online search eventually gave him half a lead. Apparently, there was one Patricia Harland who had been married to some Kuwaiti billionaire named Hassim Al-Foraih. Al-Foraih had died about ten years ago, childless, and there was no mention what had become of his wife after that, but if she had inherited at least a small fraction of his fortune, that could have been an explanation for her owning a place like the mansion. If she now lived by her maiden name again, that would have explained the entry in the registry of deeds.

Still, Mark didn't see how knowing this would take him any closer to understanding what these women were. He had a name now, maybe even the right name, and a bit of a history behind it, but where would he go from here? Try to contact this Patricia Harland? And tell her what? That he wanted to find out more about the women who now lived in a mansion she owned, and why they were able to do things normal women weren't?

Mark decided to contact a few friends of his over the next few days, friends in the news business who had better access to information that he did. Maybe they would be able to dig up a little more that he had been able to. Maybe he'd meet them on Friday evening, after work, sitting down for a beer or two and then asking them for help on his research - without explaining too much, of course. Tanya and Stephanie trusted him, and he wasn't intending to break that trust. He was just... curious. Yes, curious was the right word, and no one could blame him for that.

It was Thursday when he had come to that decision, and when he returned home from work that evening, he immediately sat down at his computer to dig out his friends' contact information. He hadn't talked to them in years and their numbers weren't even in his current phone, but he was certain they wouldn't mind meeting him.

Just as he was about to write down the first phone number, his doorbell rang.

Mark looked up in surprise. He wasn't expecting anyone, or anything, for that matter. No packages, and he didn't have much contact to his neighbors on the same floor, so there was little reason why they would come over. Strange. Had he forgotten something?

He stood up, walked over to the door and pressed the button on the intercom. "Yes?"

"Can I please come in?" a voice on the other side of the door said.

Now that was strange. Mark lived on the eighth floor. Apparently, someone had let themselves into the house, without ringing his bell from the outside. Not that it was impossible, but it maybe did say something about the intentions of that person. Just to be on the safe side, Mark decided to peek through the peephole in his door.

A cop stood on the other side of the door. A female cop.

"What the..." Mark couldn't have a police officer standing in front of his apartment - if his neighbors found out about this, they would gossip about that for weeks! He quickly opened the door a few inches. "What is it, officer?"

The cop nodded to him. "My name's Holly," she said. "Can I please come in?"

"What is this about, officer?" Mark kept the door as it was, setting a foot behind it to make sure it couldn't be opened any further than that. "Is there a problem?"

"There is a problem," the cop agreed, "but none that we can discuss out here."

"And I can't let you in," Mark insisted, "unless you show me proper identification and give me a reason. I know my rights. What's your name, officer?"

To his surprise, the cop smiled. "My name's Holly," she said again, "and I'm not here as an officer right now."

"Oh?"

"I'm here one of Tanya's family."

"You..." Mark's eyes widened in surprise, and he studied the woman's face closer. Her skin was pale and freckled, and a strand of copper-red hair peeked out under her police hat with the badge on it. "But you're a cop."

"I work as a cop," Holly said, "but right now, I'm not doing cop business. I'm doing family business. So, please - the door?"

Mark still wasn't sure it was a good idea, but he nodded and allowed Holly into his apartment. As she walked in, she took off her hat and put it on a hook, and Mark could see her hair was an almost metallic shade of copper-red in which the reflections of the lights in the room shone. She wore it in a short ponytail though this seemed to have been done out of practicality and not for fashion reasons. Compared to Stephanie and Tanya, she looked a few years older, maybe about Mark's age - late twenties.

"So," Mark said, closing the door behind her, "what is this about?"

"Family business," Holly repeated, looking around the room. "Your place is beautiful. Marketing pays well, doesn't it?"

Mark didn't answer, he was still wondering what Holly was doing here, though he was starting to get an idea. "You're invoking rule five, right?"

"Rule what?" Holly turned around with a confused look on her face.

"Rule five," Mark repeated. "Stephanie said that if any of you asks me to, I have to..."

"Oh, THAT!" Holly laughed. "No, Mark, no, I definitely didn't think of that. The rules - of course. Please forgive me for making that impression. I'm still quite new to the rules thing."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "You are? I thought you all are a part of one big whole, and that the rules are a part of it."

"They are a part of it now", Holly nodded, "but that's only since Stephanie invented them last weekend."

"Huh?"

"Before, there was no reason to have those rules," Holly grinned. "Before you came, there was no man who knew of us."

Mark's eyes widened. "So you're saying, Stephanie..."

"Made the rules up on the spot. And later told us about them. And about you." The amused expression on her face remained unchanged. "And you thought these were some ancient, traditional rules we lived by, didn't you?"

"Pretty much, yes." Mark managed to pull off a wry smile. "Alright, so it's not the rules. What is it, then?"

The amusement on Holly's face faded. "It's something Stephanie didn't mention so far," she said. "You may want to be careful about snooping around in Patricia's private life."

"Who?"

"Patricia."

"You mean..." Mark suddenly realized what she was getting at. "Patricia Harland?"

Holly nodded.

"Whoa," Mark said and took a step backwards. "You... I was only... How did you find out?"

"We have our ways," Holly said. Her tone was neutral, but Mark couldn't help noticing that the words themselves could have easily been meant as a threat. What was she up to?

Mark had to find out. "So," he said, "and what do you want from me now?"

"Nothing," Holly replied, her tone as calm and neutral as before. "I want you to know that we know what you have been doing so far. That is all."

"And you want me to stop doing it," Mark said.

Holly shook her head. "That's not what I said, and that's not what I meant. What you do is entirely up to you, as long as you're not breaking the rules Stephanie set up for you."

"And Patricia..."

"Patricia's not a part of the rules," Holly said. "But if you keep on doing what you've been doing - well, you may just break one of those rules. Inadvertently, but still breaking them."

Mark squinted his eyes. "Which one."

"The most important one. The one about not telling anybody about us."

"Rule one?"

Holly nodded. "Yeah, I think it was rule one."

Mark thought about that for a moment. "So I am on the right track," he said. "Patricia Harland is a part of your secrets."

"She is," Holly confirmed him. "She's even more than that. Patricia is the first of us."

"The woman who..." Mark was stunned. "And you're - you're just telling me this?"

Again, Holly nodded. "I am."

"Why?"

"So that you stop investigating." Holly walked closer towards him. "So that you stop bringing any further attention to her."

Mark blinked, unsure what she meant. "Attention?"

"In order to help us," Holly said, "Patricia needs her privacy more than anything. She needs to be able to conduct her business undisturbed. She's handling delicate matters. And someone asking too many questions about her might give other people the idea to ask their own questions - and that could put everything at risk."

"Hm." Mark thought about that for a moment. "So, what is Patricia's business?"

"I can't tell you." Holly took another step towards him and was now standing right before him. "It's to the benefit of all of us, though, and also to your benefit."

"Says you." Mark turned away from her. "You're basically telling me to trust you, and Patricia, but like Tanya and Stephanie, you're giving me little reason to. They forbid me to ask you any questions, but when I try to find a few answers of my own, you show up and tell me that I should stop doing that either."

Behind him, he could hear Holly take a deep breath. "So what is it you're hoping to find out?" she asked.

"What the deal with you is," Mark answered. "You're... different from normal women, and Tanya says that's just evolution at work, but you're doing what you can to keep it secret, and to be honest, I see no reason why you would. Yeah, it's amazing that you can give birth to children nine times faster than any other woman, but - that can't be all there is to it, or you wouldn't be that careful about it. Am I right?"

Holly didn't answer. Instead, she put a hand on his right arm. "We're the good guys," she said. "All we're doing serves only to protect ourselves."

Mark turned towards her. "Funny words coming from a cop," he said. "Isn't your motto 'To serve and to protect'? Since when did it become 'To serve and to protect ourselves'?"

Holly wrinkled her nose. "Would you have preferred me to show up here as a cop, flashing my badge, kicking down your door and telling you to keep your nose out of Patricia's business while I tase you?"

"Um..." Mark suddenly wasn't feeling so confident any more. "You couldn't have just done that, could you?"

"Mark," Holly said, looking at him intensely, "I consider you one of us. Stephanie made the rules so that you could be one of us. When I say we're protecting ourselves, that means we're also protecting you. And I know you have no reason to believe me when I say that, but your best protection at the moment is not knowing any more about us than you need to."

Mark looked into her dark-green eyes, and he didn't see anything in there but clarity and sincerity. "You mean it," he said. "You honestly believe what you're saying."

"I am."

"Still..." Mark shook his head. "To just trust you like this - you're asking for a lot, you know that."

Holly slowly nodded and took his hand. "I can't tell you any more than you already know," she said, "but if there is anything else I can do for you - or we can do for you - to show you that we consider you dear to us, please, tell me."

"Like what?"

"If you need money, for example, that can be easily arranged. Or..." Holly put Mark's hand on her belly, smiling at him. "If you'd like me to give you a child too, I wouldn't mind that either."

"Um..." Mark felt a little uncomfortable. "Isn't that... problematic? With your job, I mean."

"I'd have to take a bit of a vacation," Holly smiled, "but that wouldn't be much of a problem. I'd only be gone for a few weeks - my overtime alone could cover that." She moved his hand over her belly a little. "You seem to be into babymaking, if I understood Tanya right."

Damn that Tanya - why would she tell the others about that? Not that she was wrong - Mark could feel his cock harden at this very minute just from talking about the subject - but it just didn't feel right that she would reveal his intimate secrets when he wasn't supposed to reveal hers. Still, the idea itself...

"You could just demand I give you a baby," Mark said. "Why ask me whether I want to?"

"You said you didn't know whether you could trust us," Holly replied, still smiling at him. "Let's consider this the first step of establishing trust. I'm amending the rules."

Mark raised an eyebrow in mild disbelief. "Amending the rules?"

"Yeah. Rule five." She moved closer, huddling against him. "So far, it only applies to you. From now on, it also applies to us."

"Meaning?"

"When you want to impregnate one of us, we can't refuse either."

Mark's expression of disbelief didn't change. "And you can just decide that, for all of you."

"I just did," Holly smiled. "So what do you say - do you want to make a baby with me?"

Instead of answering, Mark pulled her close, looked at her and returned her smile. Holly put her arms around his neck and ran her hands over his shoulders.

"Where's your bedroom?" she asked.

***

It was much less complicated to undress someone in a police uniform than Mark had thought.

The belt had been the only difficult part. Once that had been taken care of, it was simply undoing a tie, unbuttoning a shirt and opening the button and zipper of some pants, and the woman underneath the police officer would become visible.

In Holly's case, that woman was surprisingly small and slender - Mark thought she had looked somewhat bigger in her uniform, but that was probably what police uniforms were supposed to do. Holly was about Tanya's height, though not of her build. Where Tanya had feminine curves, she had muscles, starting with the six-pack underneath her sports bra and ending with the well-defined calves of someone who regularly worked out her legs.

"Like what you're seeing?" Holly smiled as she stepped out of her pants.

"You look badass," Mark said. "Like someone who's at the gym regularly. Hard to believe you're pregnant several times a year."

Holly laughed. "Oh, you've got that wrong. I'm not pregnant that often. In fact, it's been a few years since I've had my last daughter."

"Oh? But I thought you..."

"Not all of us are the same," Holly explained as she turned around and bowed, giving Mark a good look of her small, firm butt. "Some of us devote their lives to having as many daughters as they can. Tanya certainly does, for example. But most of us lead perfectly normal, inconspicuous lives." She slowly circled her hips before Mark. "And that has its perks as well."

Mark grinned. "Yeah, I can see that," he said, moved forward and put his hands on Holly's butt. It felt every bit as firm as it looked, and as he ran his fingers up her back, he could feel the play of her muscles underneath her skin. Slowly, he stepped behind her and pressed his crotch against her, and she rubbed her butt against his hardening cock, coaxing it into rising even faster.

Eventually, Holly rose, allowing Mark to take her into his arms. As he ran his hands over her breasts, she turned her head and allowed him to kiss her, and then she reached back and undid her bra. Mark slid it off her shoulders then took her breasts into his hands and gently squeezed them. They definitely felt like A-cups and were as firm as Tanya's, and her nipples felt even harder between his fingers. He could feel them press against his palms.




Daughters of Darwin Ch. 03



Holly allowed him to hold her for a few more moments then turned around in his arms and reached for his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. She slid her fingers underneath and ran them up his chest, and then she unbuttoned his shirt from the inside out, starting with the top button and slowly working her way down. It felt a little strange to Mark, but Holly seemed to know what she was doing, and it was certainly not uncomfortable to become undressed that way.

As Holly reached the final button of the shirt, the next one she opened was the one to Mark's pants, and only after she had done that, she unbuckled his belt and started kissing his chest, and Mark slid out of his shirt. Holly worked her way down over his upper body, and when her lips had arrived at his bellybutton, she was done with his belt and pulled down his pants. She looked up at his face and smiled, and Mark smiled back.

Then she dug her teeth into the hem of his boxers and pulled them down.

Mark's eyes widened. Women had undressed him before, sometimes a little rougher than usual, but he had not expected that. His erection popped out as his boxers slid to his knees, and Holly immediately let go of the fabric and went straight for cock instead, almost wolfing it down in the hungriest display of a deep-throat that he had ever seen.

"Whoa, baby," Mark moaned as Holly sucked him hard. She seemed to have no gag reflex whatsoever; her lips were touching his underbelly, and he could feel the tip of his cock slipping into her throat again and again. He gently caressed Holly's copper hair, which only made her suck harder, and she grabbed his butt with both hands and dug her fingertips violently into it - good thing her fingernails were neatly cut.

In record time, Mark approached his climax. "Stop," he groaned, "I can't hold it any longer - ugn, if you keep doing it, I'll..." But Holly showed no mercy; she sucked and sucked, taking his cock deep into her mouth again and again, entirely absorbed in the act of pleasuring him.

Mark stood no chance. Moments later, he came, and Holly didn't even stop sucking when his sperm came shooting down her throat. Not a single drop escaped her as she sucked his cock dry, slurping loudly and shamelessly as if demanding more and more of his cum. Mark didn't count the number of loads, but it had been a damn good blowjob.

When he finally sighed and relaxed, Holly continued sucking him for a a few more seconds as if to make sure she missed nothing, then let his cock slip out of her mouth. Licking her lips, she looked up to him and smiled. "Yum," she said. "Been a while since I tasted cum. You don't smoke, do you?"

Mark shook his head. "I don't."

"Good," Holly grinned, "smoking gives cum a really rotten taste." She looked at his slowly shrinking cock as if pondering something, then grabbed his boxers (this time with her hands) and pulled them down to his ankles. "Come on, get these off!"

"Um..."

"I'm not done with you," she said and smiled up at him. "Or do you think your cum will make my stomach pregnant?"

Mark had to laugh. "No," he replied, "but I doubt I can get another load off anytime soon. If you want to stay overnight, though..."

"Nah, I've got the early shift tomorrow." Again, she tugged at his underwear. "Now get that stuff off, will you?"

Shrugging, Mark stepped out of his pants and boxers, and Holly threw both into a corner of the bedroom. Still squatting down, she took off her own slip and threw it after Mark's clothes. Then she stood up, her body brushing against Mark's as she did, smiled, put her arms around his neck and gave him a tiny peck on the lips. "Catch," she said.

"Catch?"

And then she jumped at him and slung her legs around his waist.

Mark had fallen over from the sudden impact had her body not been both light and well-trained. She helped him keep his balance by leaning back a little, and Mark quickly put his hands on her butt to hold her up. He had to use almost no strength - Holly was staying up pretty much by herself. "Good catch," she said and gave him another peck on the lips.

Mark smiled back at her. "And where do we go from here?"

"What do you think?" Holly replied, reached down with one arm, took Mark's now-limp cock and directed it towards her crotch. She moved the tip up and down her slit - Mark could feel from the tickle that she definitely wasn't shaved down there - and eventually pushed him inside her.

And Mark felt her cunt suck him in almost as violently as her mouth had before.

He gasped in surprise, and Holly quickly covered his lips with hers, this time not simply giving him a peck but going for a full french kiss, tongue and everything. She put her arm back around his neck and clung close to him, and as she continued kissing him passionately, her cunt started kneading his cock in a way he had never felt before. Both Tanya and Stephanie could clench down on him good and hard, that much Mark already knew, but Holly had an additional level of control over her pussy muscles that he wouldn't have thought possible. It almost felt as though she had a hand inside her which was now stroking him.

Mark didn't stay limp for long. Blood rushed back into his cock faster than he would have thought possible, and within minutes, he was hard and ready again. Holly probably felt that too, and she released her pussy muscles a little and let his lips go for a moment, smiling at him. Her face had reddened and there was a bit of sweat on her forehead - obviously, doing what she had done right now had been pretty exhausting for her.

"You're amazing," Mark said.

"I know," Holly replied, panting slightly. "So, you're ready for another load now?"

Instead of answering, Mark walked over to his bed, Holly still in his arms and his stiff cock still inside her, smiled and gave her a slight peck on the lips.

Then he let himself fall over backwards, on the bed, and as he landed on the mattress and Holly on him, he rolled over so that he was on top now, and she under him, and again, both kissed passionately.

Running her hands through his hair, Holly slowly opened her legs, and Mark began thrusting into her. The moment he started, he already felt her tightening around him, and she gave off a deep moan and closed her eyes in delight as he plunged his cock into her pussy again and again. The more she became aroused, the more her inside muscles contracted, and eventually, it felt like an absolutely perfect fit to him.

Holly slightly raised her hips, allowing Mark even deeper inside her, and he felt the tip of his cock touch something, which, by the way it made her moan, had to be her cervix. Slightly alarmed, he tried to pull back a little, but Holly immediately closed her legs around him, pushing him in deeper, and he realized that this had to be one of her kinks: Either going in that deep didn't cause her any pain, or she didn't mind a little pain - or rather, she loved it, as the sounds she was now making left no doubt that she was rapidly reaching a climax.

When she orgasmed, Holly clenched down on Mark so hard that he thought she'd squeeze his cock right off, and she screamed incoherently. Each of his thrusts made her shudder now, and and with each of these spasms, her pussy contracted violently once again. It was only a single orgasm, but there seemed to be no end to it. Every explosion that ran though her seemed to spark another. Was there no end to this woman's arousal?

Mark had been able to hold himself back rather well until now - after all, he had only come minutes before - but Holly's climaxing, bucking body underneath him and her squeezing insides around him were too much. A minute into her orgasm, he couldn't hold it any longer, and moaning loudly, he shot another load of cum. The second his sperm flooded Holly's pussy, he felt her legs tighten around his waist again, and he felt the tip of his cock touch her cervix again, and the rest of his cum spurted directly against it.

Holly continued to hug him with both her arms and legs for several minutes even though her orgasm subsided the moment Mark had finished coming inside her, and the comfortable numbness he usually felt after sex felt even better with her warm, strong and now equally satisfied body close to him. Her fingers still ran through his hair, and he could feel her hot breath on his shoulder.

"Happy?" she eventually whispered into his ear.

Mark nodded and gently kissed her shoulder. "That was great," he murmured. "I've heard that redheads are supposedly more passionate than others, but that..."

"Who was better," Holly giggled, "Tanya or I?"

"Huh?" Mark looked at her. "I - I don't know - I mean, you two are quite different."

Holly grinned. "Not as different as you think," she said.

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely." She gave him a little peck on the lips. "But maybe you'll figure that out yourself some day."

"You think so?"

Holly nodded. "Yeah, you're pretty smart, " she said. "But for today... Shall we see whether you're good for a third load?"

And Mark started to sweat as he felt her tighten around his cock again.