1 comments/ 42756 views/ 2 favorites Fatal Mistake By: jthserra Fatal Mistake It was something I never expected, never could have imagined and when Ed explained it to me, I was dumbfounded. He had come over to watch the game, but he didn’t come alone, his wife Sara came along too. I had been pretty down lately, first nearly losing my job and then my wife running out on me, so when they both showed up at my door carrying a couple of six packs, my day seemed to brighten. We quickly pulled out three beers and I put the rest of the beer in the refrigerator to keep cool. Returning to the couch, I clicked on the game and sat down near Ed, taking a sip from my beer. I noticed Sara sitting on one of my chairs, with one leg hooked over the arm, legs opened wide. Figuring she simply had a head start on the drinking I politely tried to avert my gaze from the shorts hiked tight up in her crotch. She began asking questions about the game, keeping me looking back and forth between the TV and her. It was simply getting too hard to keep from glancing down between her legs each time I looked at her. Finally, when I looked over, I watched as she reached down, hooked a finger around the leg of her shorts and pulled it over, exposing a light patch of hair and a glistening slit. I immediately got up and walked into the kitchen, wanting to avoid Ed catching onto what was happening. Strangely, he followed me into the kitchen and whispered something to me, something I didn't hear right. “What was that Ed?” “I said she wants you.” “Who?” “Sara, she has had the hots for you for years.” “I’ve always liked her, but when she married you...” “Mike, we swing. She always wanted to get together with you, but I wanted nothing to do with Barb. Excuse me for saying so, but Barb is a bitch and you’re better off without her.” “But Sara... with me?” “Yes man, couldn’t you see how wet she was?” “You noticed?” “Of course I noticed, she was practically finger fucking herself trying to get your attention. Now let’s go back in there, I think she’s ready for you now.” Stepping back into the living room I saw her still on the chair with her leg propped on the arm, except this time she was completely naked. I froze, not sure exactly what to do, wondering exactly what Ed expected from me. I looked at him, but he simply nudged my shoulder and whispered, “She loves to be eaten. Why not have a taste?” Stumbling, I quickly pulled off my clothes and kneeled down in front of her, moving my head between her legs. I slipped my tongue into her wet pussy, tasting her. This was the only woman besides Barb that I had done this with and I moved slowly, savoring the flavor, trying to distinguish the differences in this faintly familiar, but vastly different taste. I noticed a movement above me and looked up to see Ed easing his cock into Sara’s mouth. I continued, pulling my tongue from her tart pussy up the soft slit until I found her tiny nub. I began sucking her clit between my lips as I penetrated her with two fingers. I heard a muffled moan as she began to move her hips to me with Ed’s cock deep in her mouth. Ed suddenly moaned, grabbing Sara’s head as he arched his back, coming into her mouth. She simply continued moving her hips as she sucked the hot cum from his hard cock. Her attention then changed from his cock to herself and she increased her rhythm, raising herself off of the chair to grind onto my face. The whole strange situation had me so turned on that when I felt a mouth close over my cock, I simply gave into the sensation and I continued eating Sara’s pussy. My head bucked up and down as she thrust against me when I finally figured out that Ed was sucking my cock. Too involved with Sara’s pussy and the intense sensations flowing over my cock to think about what was happening, I intensified my sucking on her clit until she grabbed my head and groaned. Feeling the walls of her cunt closing and then releasing on my fingers I knew she was coming. The suction on my cock was incredible and Ed had started stroking my shaft. It all felt so good, so right that I immediately came, splashing my hot cum into his mouth. Moving my head from Sara’s pussy, I looked down to watch him suck the last few drops from... “Oh this is just wonderful,” I heard Barb’s words screech over us. Looking up I saw a pained look come over her face as she turned and rushed out. The three of us sat silently for a long time, wondering what might happen next. Finally I broke the ice and said, “Damn, I think I need a beer.” We laughed, walked naked into the kitchen and grabbed some beer. We continued through the night, drinking beer and trying out a number of interesting positions and combinations. When we woke the next morning we were still a bit drunk. Looking at the clock I said, “Hey we better get moving her, I got to go to work and then I need to change the locks.” “Yeah, it was a mistake not to change those locks earlier,” Ed said. “If she had a gun it would have been a fatal mistake.” “Yeah, she was pretty pissed.” “The bitch,” Sara replied, giggling. “We better head back home,” Ed said. They quickly dressed, said goodbye and headed out to their car as I went to take a shower. After showering I got ready for work and hurried out to my car, figuring if traffic wasn’t too bad I’d get there on time. I first heard it on the radio and was glad I could avoid the traffic. Several exits past mine a car had left the highway and plunged down into Buffalo Bayou. Later as I watched the news on my TV at work I saw it became an event, as crowds watched and traffic stopped. Helicopters circled the scene like vultures circling the carcass, tearing flesh from bone for the four, five, or six o’clock news. Watching the news I learned the plunge was over sixty feet and I asked myself, “Did she have long to think, to ponder what brought her there? Or did her life flash before her eyes in those last seconds? They didn’t find the vehicle for some time, in fact the search continued all day, as they even had mathematicians calculate trajectories trying find it in the muddy waters. Late in the afternoon they finally located the truck and lifted it out of the bayou. The red truck dripped mud and water as they removed the bodies in two yellow body bags. Two? The helicopters stayed all day, (the money they spent on fuel became a sad tribute to their lives). Seeing the body bags I asked myself, “When did they realize this was their final mistake? Was it when the driver slammed the brakes trying to avoid another car, or was it when they trusted the guardrail, now only a strange twisted sculpture? Or was the entire day a mistake, one of those when they simply should have stayed in bed?” I watched it on the news, saw the red truck bleeding mud and water, saw the bodies loaded on the boats, saw the twisted guardrail and realized all they were to me was a traffic jam I avoided. They became momentary event, feeding the vultures, for the four, five, or six o’clock news. It wasn't until then that it hit me, red truck? I picked up the phone and called Ed, but it simply rang and rang. Fatal Mistake Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 I want to thank grylion for his excellent help in editing this story. * This science based fiction is just fiction. It is, however, based upon good solid science, as opposed to the fluff popular scientific views. Some names are real, and their work is real, but are to be taken as stories based upon celebrities. No disrespect to any identified character is intended. The "experts" had been wrong, as usual. Those of us in the colder climates of the world are familiar with waking up and finding six inches of "partly cloudy" in our driveways. Weather forecasting is still not an exact science. I am only aware of the four of us left at this point. Forty years ago there used to be tens of thousands in our area. Now everyone was gone, all gone! Some migrated south, some were killed for their food and clothes, and some died of starvation or disease. When the real social upheavals came I resigned my job and moved my family to my hobby farm in the Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania. My name is Ken. I am now left with my wife, Mary, and two daughters, Ruth and Gina. I am a physician and my wife has a Ph.D in Botany. Mary had worked extensively with North American plants becoming familiar with the flora that we would later use for medicinal purposes. With eight years experience as a military surgeon, I had spent the last ten years as the chief of surgery for our small hospital. I also hung up my shingle as a GP in our small town. Our youngest, Gina, is nineteen and her older sister, Ruth, twenty-three. Ruth graduated from college as a mechanical engineer. (You can never tell what will interest a woman these days.) I think we may be able to hold out here for a few more years, but I'm not going to guarantee it. *********************** The problem that eventually led to our possible extinction was caused by the "Law of Unintended Consequences". Back in the late 1960s to early 1970s America had been at war in Vietnam. Instead of letting the military do its job, congress and the administration had added all sorts of political limits on what our military could and could not do. Such as, don't shoot at the enemy unless they shoot at you first. Stupid, you bet. Reality, you bet. Anyway, there had been anti-war mobs, fighting in the inner cities, domestic terror, etc. As we know now, from papers released from the KGB archives, the old Soviet Union had been funding the radical activities of the Weather Underground, the SDS, and other such terror groups. The government needed a way to turn the radicals in another direction. When Rachel Carson published "Silent Spring" some brilliant politician had a "bright" idea. Instead of trying the leaders of the radical scum as traitors, which many of them were, our government's idea was to shift the attention from the Vietnam war to something safe. That 'something safe' was the, as of yet, almost non-existent, environmental movement. Department of Defense "black budget" items were earmarked to promote environmental awareness. One of the first big bombshells that helped kick off the nascent movement was the book "The Population Bomb" by Paul Ehrlich, published in 1968. These new, internal propaganda tactics worked well beyond the wildest dreams of those who had decided to used the environment as a diversionary tactic. Now, let me say here that the people who wrote the books and formed the core of the movement didn't know that they were being used. But, used they were. Politicians, who could see a little bit ahead, staked out their fiefdom. They called it the Environmental Protection agency. By the end of the twentieth century the environmental movement had gone through the ideas that we would be soon entering a new ice age, to the idea that all of England being dead from pollution by the year 2000, to the idea of Global Warming. It was the Global Warming crew that finally did us in. Their patron saint, Al Gore, assured us that climate change was going to kill us all by melting the polar ice caps, etc, etc, etc, ad nauseum. All of the clamor surrounding Gore's global warming finally led politicians to do something devastating. The idea was to reverse the effects of the greenhouse gas problem by forbidding the use of combustion as a means of heat or power. Not only did they go overboard with this, under a president with no true scientific training, they decided that they needed to do one more thing to "save the planet". They decided to try reflecting away just a small part of the sun's light. The amount of reduction in solar energy absorption was planned to be about one hundredth of one percent. The gullible politicians from all of the Western hemisphere, the technologically advanced countries, agreed to fire missiles up to about a hundred miles above the earth and fire explosives to disburse colloidal sized particles of aluminum. This was to reflect some of the sun's light away from our earth. On paper it sounded good. Anyone who disagreed was considered reactionary, lacking in vision, and was summarily dismissed as "Anti-Green" or "Anti-Environment" effectively ostracizing them from society. If we had, truly, been going into global warming, it might have been a huge success. Unfortunately, the Russian climatologists, who the mainstream Western scientific community ignored, were proved right. Our heating, measured in the late 1980s through mid 1990s had been due to a peak in an oscillation in the sun's output that had a period measured in centuries. The sun had gone through its maximum heating and was now truly entering the new ice age predicted by the Russians. Unfortunately, it was only clear that a new ice age was upon us by the year 2035. By that time the Western Hemisphere had fully outlawed heating or generating electricity by means of combustion of any material. All oil and gas wells were sealed to prevent any leakage from hurting the delicate environment. The oil refineries had all been disassembled. The larger coal mines had all been collapsed by use of explosives and their entrances filled in and covered over. The giant mining machines had been scrapped. All power plants had been abandoned, except for a few ancient nuclear plants that were needed for the many times that there was not enough wind or sun light to generate the meager electricity that was available. Since aircraft had been flagged as one of the major polluters, they had been abandoned in favor of high speed rail and high speed ships that used the new fuel cell technology. Unfortunately, the United States had been the source of modern electronics ever since the 8.9 Richter scale earthquakes had hit China, Taiwan and Japan. Those temblors had caused tidal waves that put the electronics industry in the Far East out of business. American politicians used this monopoly on electronics as a lever. The European electronics manufacturers had been put out of business by the competition from the Far East. Our State Department used the heavy-handed foreign policy that refused to do business with any country that hadn't outlawed combustion for mechanized transportation and generation of electricity. As a result of this even Russia, China, and India had followed most of the idiocy of the "Green Parties" of the Western hemisphere. It was now the entire globe that suffered from the religious belief that politicians had placed in "global warming". The first warning of the new ice age was heralded by the extension of the polar ice packs. At first, the "powers that be" indicated that the temporary cooling was simply the planet returning to its normal temperature. After ten years of steady cooling, they started to say that it was the result of a brief modification of the sun's output. It was in 2052 that the disaster hit. There was a massive CME (coronal mass ejection) event from the sun. Nothing even near it had been seen since the beginning of the industrial revolution. All solar cells and electronics on satellites and on the ground were destroyed in the first few minutes. The electronic controls that allowed the power grid to work, died. Power distribution transformers shorted out due to ground current effects. And then there was no electricity except from the few remaining simple wind turbines on individual's property. Oh, to be sure the massive wind turbines made by high tech industry were still there. They were, however, useless since the distribution network no longer existed. Some of the unforeseen damage was to calculators, computers, controls for electric cars, medical equipment, and navigational equipment. At this time most people had not learned to do math, by hand. It had been thirty years since manual math was taught in school to anyone who was not on an academic track aimed towards technical subjects like physics, engineering, basic science, statistics or such. By 2052 none of the old petroleum experts and chemists were still around. There were books, obviously. However, as any practicing engineer will tell you the books only get you into the general area of what you need to know. The little "tricks of the trade" aren't taught in the books. Only then did some independent thinking Western scientists dare to indicate the heretical fact. That fact was that the sun's output was now three percent lower than it had been in the 1980s. Now, three percent may not sound like a lot, but believe me, a sustained three percent drop in solar output is more than enough to start a catastrophic ice age. It is now 2085 and there is no question that the new ice age is real. That is where we are now. Since the vast majority of the people, living in the United States, have been living in cities for the last fifty years, almost none of them know anything about taking care of themselves without power, grocery stores, and subways. Fortunately our little family was living in what had been the coal mining areas of Pennsylvania's Endless Mountains. Our county had a population of twenty thousand people before the CME. There are now four of us. If there is to be hope for the future, our little group needs to grow so that there will be enough hands to do the work of growing food and gathering wood and coal for the much longer and harder winters. Fortunately only the large commercial coalmines were closed. There are hundreds of very little mines in our area. They were manually run and when the big commercial mines went on line these mines were abandoned. One of those mines is on, and under, our property. We can manually chip coal from the seam when we need it. Our growing season is now from mid June to very early September. There aren't too many crops that we can depend on to grow in such a short time. As to the division of labor, we haven't seen another person for the last five years. There just doesn't seem to be anyone else alive within a day's walk from our home. Our house was built during the early 1900s. We had left the original convection coal stove and fire place intact, as historical items. Up until the CME we used a heat pump to keep the house warm. There are many things we can no longer get that we used to take for granted. We can't buy toilet paper or razor blades. We can't buy cheese, meat, soap, bread, rice, or vegetables. But, we are alive, and free! Freedom and Liberty are new to us. We thought that being citizens of the USA meant that we were free. Now we know what freedom is like. We will have to survive by using our own judgment and knowledge. We are not dependent upon government help of any sort. It is no longer illegal for us to use guns. I have been told that it used to be an American's right to keep and bear arms. That had changed somewhere around the year 2011. It was outlawed when most of the states voted to hold a constitutional convention. Lots of things became illegal then. Owning a gun that wasn't a black powder muzzle loader that could only fire only a single shot, without reloading, was illegal. That has all changed. The result of the actions of the federal government of the United States was to be the death warrant for most of the people who lived anywhere except for the tropics. We are four of those who have survived, so far. ************** One morning in late fall my wife called a family meeting. "So, Mary, what's the meeting about?" "Ken, a while back I had told the girls that after Gina was born I had my tubes tied. Ruth and Gina came to me with a suggestion earlier this week. They asked me not be mad at them but to consider their idea on its merits. I agreed to consider it, and have reluctantly decided that it makes sense. I'm going to ask Ruth to explain what they have in mind." "Dad, I want you to think back to the early times in the Old Testament. Back then men could have multiple wives. I guess that was allowed because the population was so small that they needed to have a large population growth to provide the labor needed to survive and provide for defense. Am I right, so far?" "Yes, but I'm a bit uneasy with the direction of the conversation at this point." "Well, dad, let me ask you a couple of questions then. You are now in your mid forties. In twenty years you would be in your mid sixties. How will you manage to do the work you have been doing to allow us to live when you are that age?" "I'm not sure that I will be able to, Ruth. But I don't see any way around it at this point." Gina jumped into the conversation. "We think we have come up with a reasonable solution, but we don't want you to get mad at us. Can you promise to hear what we have to suggest without interrupting us?" "I'll try, but it may not be easy for me." "O.K. dad, you know that we know of no other families within a radius of a days walk from here area, right?" "Right." "O.K. given that, where are Ruth and I going to get husbands?" "I don't know." Seeing comprehension dawning in my eyes, Gina rushed ahead with her explanation before I could offer any objections. "Ruth and I want to effectively become your second and third wives. If we end up with sons, they will be in their early twenties when you are getting into your mid sixties. That way there will be hands enough to help us survive. We want you to think about this before giving us an answer. Will you think about it for a couple of days?" My thoughts were whirling. It seemed like I had a jumble of various reactions, or tentative feelings, fighting with each other in my head. This was the most outrageous proposal I had ever heard! "I'll think about it, but I don't like it. This runs against my upbringing and my understanding of the New Testament." The meeting broke up and Mary came over to me and sat on my lap with her arms around me. She knew that I needed to have reassurance that she loved me. "I want you to know that I could live with their solution if you can. I really don't want to share you, but since I cannot have any more children I'm not sure that we can survive without young workers available. After all, if you work yourself to death keeping us alive, we'll all end up dead of starvation or of the cold. Please think about this seriously." I had a lot to think about. This situation was an example of being caught between a rock and a hard place. I didn't feel right about the idea of impregnating my daughters, but at the same time the reality of our situation was also a strong inducement to do what they suggested. I needed to pray about this one! I knew that God is not just a "cosmic Santa" giving us whatever we desire. I knew also that I want to be in His Will. But, how could we find out what His Will really was? Then I remembered the story of Gideon, found in late in chapter six of Judges (In the Bible). I called for a family meeting that evening. "O.K. ladies, I understand the rationale for your suggestion. However, I find myself still highly reluctant to do what you suggest. I am married to your mother and don't want to break our wedding vows. I'm going to suggest that we use a 'fleece.'" (For those not familiar with a "fleece" it is a prayer request made to resolve a conflict. The prayer is that something highly unlikely will occur if the Lord will permit the activity and that if the fleece isn't provided, His answer to the prayer is no.) "What do you have in mind, dad?" "Let me ask you a question. When did the three of you have your last period?" The answers varied from one to four weeks. "How regular are they?" It turned out that they were so regular you could almost construct a calendar from their timing. "O.K. Here's what we will pray for. If I am to do what you want me to do, none of you will have a period during the next two weeks, but exactly two weeks from now all of you will start your periods on exactly the same day. Is that fair?" They looked at each other and agreed that it was fair. We all agreed to pray for direction with an indication given through that highly unlikely event. It was two weeks to the day that my wife informed me that she had just started her period. She proceeded to go ask our daughters about their status. All three had started their periods, exactly two weeks after we started praying. The die was cast. That night we were all sitting at the dining room table enjoying some freshly made venison stew. (I have found that I am a relatively good hunter. We have a fair amount of salt around since my wife has always made her own cucumber pickles. We usually salted the meat, or made jerky. We are using our basement as a root cellar for saving potatoes, beets, and carrots. For drinking water we have built a model of the old chain and diaphragm pump of the late 1800s. For baths we are on the side of a hill that goes down into a valley. We have a small creek that runs down the hillside all year long. I managed to make a hydraulic ram pump, also called a "water hammer pump" that keeps a large tank full of water. It isn't pressurized but it will flow from the faucets in the house. It is just about useless for showers. For baths we divert water from our water tank through a trough that we heat with a wood fire. It takes time to fill the tub, and we can't take showers, but we do have hot bathing water. Boy do I miss real hot water heaters as well as showers. We have insulated the tub to retain the heat so that it doesn't become cold while we are trying to fill it. "O.k. ladies, now that we know that we are going to go down this road, I need to set a couple of ground rules. I am not planning on having sex with you on a regular basis. Our task is to have enough children so that we can improve our chances for survival. With that in mind, how do you want to proceed?" "Ken, since it was the girl's idea, let them suggest what they want to do." "Fair enough. You're the older one, Ruth, why don't you start." "O.K. but this is going to be a bit embarrassing, if you know what I mean." "Oh, I definitely know what you mean!" "O.K. dad, here is what Gina and I thought would be a good opening. As you know, there haven't been any boys in this area in years. Gina and I have worked out some ways of relieving our sexual tensions, together. We want you and mom sitting up in your bed and Gina and I will 'relieve our tensions' on the foot of your bed. We figure that it will get us used to being seen by you, and it will probably put you in the mood, so to speak. We all need to become very well acquainted with all of our family's physical bodies. Is that acceptable to you?" I turned to Mary and we just looked at each other for a few moments. By this time my face had to be bright red. Then I said: "What do you think, Mary?" "I must admit that it sounds exciting. I've never pictured the girls getting together for this type of 'activity', but there is a first time for everything. In fact the idea of this is getting me turned on," Fatal Mistake "When do you want to do this girls?" "We want to start out right. We want dad to wash us, and after we are clean we want to wash you two. It may be a very fun night. I must admit that at this point I already had an erection. "Remember girls, I am not going to have intercourse with you except to try to get you pregnant. For pleasure and communion I want to exclusively be with your mom. I've made vows that I plan to keep." At hearing this Mary face broke out into a radiant smile. Gina spoke up, "I can understand that. However I think we can give you sexual pleasure without intercourse, right?" Mary and I looked at each other and then she nodded her head yes. So, we decided to do things the way Gina and Ruth suggested. This decision led me to a minor realization. It was obvious that the girls had thought this all the way through. Mary and I had given them both baths when they were younger, of course, but this was very different. I hadn't seen either Ruth or Gina nude, except for physical checks when they were injured or ill, since they entered puberty. The tent in my pants indicated how just the thought of that was affecting me. "Dad, I see that at least part of you is eager to see us in the tub!" All I could do was blush. We spent the next half hour heating the water. It was time. "O.K. Dad, undress us and then we will undress you." I did as I was instructed. I'm sure that my face wasn't the only part of me that was blushing. Ruth got into the tub first and I took the washcloth, soaped it up, and proceeded to wash her pubic area. After spending time on her pussy I decided to wash off her beautiful breasts as well. Boy was I getting horny! When Ruth left the tub, I changed the tub water. Gina climbed in. I washed her just as I had washed Ruth. Lastly, Mary climbed into the tub and I washed her very well. She all but purred while I attended to her. "O.K. dad, your turn." My erection was massive at this point. "Oh. I like your equipment dad. It looks delicious." Gina licked her lips after saying this. I was fighting off the need to orgasm. But, it was very hard to avoid. I was sure that I wouldn't be able to survive her washing. Gina said, "Get in the tub dad." I did as I was told. The first thing Ruth did was to gently pull on my balls and wash my scrotum. Oh was that good! Then she had Gina take over attending to my balls while she started to slowly wank my cock. I don't think I lasted more than five strokes 'til I sprayed a fountain of cum. It took me five minutes after that to get enough of my senses to get out of the tub. Mary was waiting for me with a large towel. Mary spoke, "Let's head into our bedroom." Now, our bed is a king sized four-poster bed. It's more than big enough for the four of us to use. Moments later Mary and I were sitting up on the top end of the bed and the girls were kneeling on the foot of the bed, kissing each other. Mary was seated between my spread legs with her back to me. As the girls kissed, they let their hands wander all over each other's breasts and pussies. I was getting hot again, and was playing with Mary's breasts with both hands. All of a sudden the girls broke apart and Ruth lay down on her back with her head on my side of the bed and her feet spread on Mary's side of the bed. Gina then climbed on Ruth with her head on Mary's side of the bed and her feet on my side of the bed. Then they each started to lick each. I was getting super hot and had Mary lay down so that we could sixty-nine while watching our girls go at it. I lost track of time and ended up blowing my load into my wife's mouth as the girls each reached their climaxes. It took us all about ten minutes to come down off the after glow. "O.K. mom, I'm going to pleasure dad with my boobs and having him eat me while Gina brings him to climax with her mouth." Ruth straddled my chest with her pussy lips at my mouth. She reached out and put my hands on her breasts. Gina's mouth contacted my cock and I was beside myself with arousal. I don't know how long I lasted. It couldn't have been long, but I had never come as violently as I did at that time. All external sights and sounds disappeared at the height of that explosion. As I started to become more aware of what was going on, it was obvious all three women were looking at me. Ruth said, "It looks like you liked that, dad." "Yes Ken, I think the girls gave you an incredible orgasm. I don't know about you, but I'm tired, and want to go to sleep." Gina vetoed the idea of going to sleep. "Not quite yet mom. We have something else in store for you and dad." I must have looked as confused as Mary. "O.K. dad, I want you to kneel next to mom and kiss her while you play with her boobs. I'm going to eat out mom and Gina is going to play with your cock and balls." We did as they said. It wasn't long before my wife started a series of orgasms. I don't think I had ever seen her so satisfied in my life. In some ways it made me feel a bit inadequate. As the action subsided my wife said "I've got to go to sleep". "Me too, Mary. " "O.k. mom and dad, Gina and I are going to start sleeping with you. It will be much warmer that way. We won't need to worry about feeding the fire as much during the night. And we are all obviously quite familiar with each other's bodies at this point." It was settled, Gina turned out the light and we all snuggled under the covers. Ruth was on Mary's right, I was on Mary's left, and Gina was on my left. I must admit that we slept wonderfully. Several times during the night I woke up to feel someone gently massaging my balls and I usually found that I had someone's boob in my hand as well. It was wonderful. In the morning we all got up and had a good breakfast. Since there was no electricity my electric car was useless. It had been moved out onto the driveway. The garage had been turned into a chicken coop and barn. We kept a few sheep and a couple of goats. Their wool was, crudely, turned into yarn and then equally crudely turned into cloth. The cloth was fashioned into highly unfashionable clothes that were warm. We had eggs for breakfast. As we were sitting the girls informed us that they had been monitoring their vaginal temperature and were sure that they were going to be ovulating in a couple of days. (One of the drawbacks of being a physician is that your kids pick up on a lot of technical details and since they have only heard the details described in "medicalese" they tend to use it. Ruth made a request. "I hate to spoil your fun dad, but can you keep from having an orgasm for the next couple of days. We want a good shot at getting pregnant." "Yeah, I can do that, but it is going to be hard surrounded by the most beautiful women in the world." Gina asked, "Who says we're the most beautiful?" "Well, tell me the name of anyone who can currently compete with you in that regard." Ruth chimed in, "No fair dad." I needed to clarify the rules a bit. "Now, girls, the one who reaches the peak of fertility first will be the first to be impregnated. I want us to wait two months before the second of you two is impregnated. I don't want to have to deliver two babies at the same time. Is that fair to you two. " Mary nodded yes and both of the girls giggled and said "yes". ************ "Dad?"(no comma here) Gina was getting my attention. "What do you need sweetie?" "I'm in the window. It's time to try for a pregnancy." "Where do you want to do this?" "How about my old bedroom?" "Go wash your pussy and let me know when you are ready." A few minutes later Gina came into the room and said, "Let's go." We moved to her old bedroom, closed the door and hooked it. We didn't need any distractions at this point. "Sweetie, I'm going to get you good and hot first, is that o.k. with you?" "Let's start, dad." I had her sit on the edge of the bed with her legs spread. I started kissing her inner thighs slowly up one and then the other, without touching her pussy. After both legs had been kissed I started to kiss her pussy's outer lips. After a short time I moved so that I was licking her pussy's lips and gently sucking them partly into my mouth and then releasing them. Gina's moans almost sounded like a cat purring. At that point in time I started to work over her clit. Soon she was trying to bounce her whole pussy into my mouth as she reached orgasm. I brought her to orgasm three times before moving up. "Now, honey this may hurt." "No it won't dad. I've been using my dildo and there is nothing left to break." At that point I slowly entered her already dripping vagina. She felt so warm, wet, and tight it was incredible. I put an arm under each of her knees, holding her butt up a bit and started to drive in and out of her. "Faster, dad! Faster and harder. Give me all you've got." I started to pile drive her like a madman. It didn't take me long to reach the point of no return. I could feel my climax beginning to take over. Judging from Gina's moans, she was almost there as well. Then, we both stiffened and grunted almost in unison. I hate to think of what we sounded like to Mary and Ruth. To say that we were vocal would be a severe understatement. I was able to remain in her, while softening, for about five more minutes. "Damn, that was nice! Thanks dad." "You're welcome, sweetie. I'm glad you liked it. You probably won't get pregnant on our first try, but we'll do this again tomorrow. O.K.?" She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into her arms. Her lips opened and she shoved her tongue into my mouth. We kissed for several minutes. "Thank you, dad. This means a lot to me, and the rest of the family." "Let's get cleaned up a little and we can rejoin the others." *************** Two days later Ruth was in the window, but we purposely delayed for two months before trying to impregnate her. We followed the exact same procedure that Gina and I had used. I didn't want to start any family feuds about preferences. There are too many Old Testament stories that indicate that rivalry between wives or between wives and concubines can be a nasty thing. Besides that, I was only married to Mary. She still was the prime love of my life. ************************* As it turned out, both of the girls succeeded in getting pregnant. Since we had intercourse every day during each of their windows I have no idea which time provided the "magic bullet". Mary and I suddenly realized that we needed to come up with diapers. It is amazing how such little details can be overlooked. We, obviously, couldn't run down to the store to buy them. What we did was carefully cut up cotton sheets into both new born and toddler sized diapers. Both of us hemmed the new diapers to help them last. You would be surprised how good a surgeon can be with a needle and thread. We washed them especially carefully. Boy do I miss washing machines, dryers, and disposable diapers! Mary and the girls were busy with the large garden as soon as the winter was over. You don't realize how much work it takes to grow food until you have had to till the soil by hand, without benefit of draft animals or plows. Our garden was on the order of ten acres. It was all we could do to keep up with the planting and weeding. Our seed was from our previous year's crops. We had been careful to purchase some "heritage" seeds. They weren't as nice tasting or as fruitful as commercial hybrids. However, they produced seed that could be used the next year. Most hybrids, as you know, are sterile. As such you can't grow anything from them. We purposely grew a lot of corn. Corn can be used in so many ways. One of those ways provided medicinal, and other, uses. I made a mash from the corn, allowed it to ferment, and distilled it into "white lightning". The cleaned out evaporator coil from our old heat pump made a perfect condenser. There were several things that we were always missing. I couldn't go the pharmacy to buy drugs, or salt, or hydrogen peroxide, or such. Mary, being an excellent botanist could spot particular plants that I told her we would need. I had read a good book on "Medical Botany" and was familiar with what drugs we could obtain from the plants themselves. One of the ones we wanted most was aspirin. As it turns out there is a very good substitute for aspirin that was known to Hypocrites. Certain parts of one tree would provide salicylic acid. Since aspirin is just acetyl-salicylic acid it was close enough for our uses. Among the many things we didn't have were antibiotics, and anesthetics. We made our soap using fat from animals and lye from boiling wood ashes in water. It was simple lye soap, but it did clean things. The delivery of our grandchildren is the story for another day. *************** Well, kids, that is the beginning of the story my great grandfather told me. That is why our area is called Stewart Shire and all of the people here have the last name of Stewart. We are the Stewart clan and can all trace our ancestry back to those four people. It is also why we all are believers in God's providential intervention for His people. I'll continue the story tomorrow. Anyway, it is now your bedtime, and I'm also going to go to bed very soon. Don't forget to talk to God before you go asleep. I love you all.