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All My Children?

By: Dr_Know



Chapter 1 - I Learn The Awful Truth

My name is Dan Fanning. I'm an average thirty-one year-old male. My wife, Kimberly, is twenty-eight years old, five foot seven, blonde with a killer shape. We met in college during my senior year, dated for two years, and got married upon her graduation. Rocketdyne Servos, a manufacturer of airplane parts, already employed me when we married. 

My best friend, Brian, met Kim's older sister, Betty, at our wedding. They began dating and within a year were married. Betty was one year older than Kim with more of auburn hair color and about two inches taller than Kim. Brian was my size at about six foot, and one hundred and eighty pounds. 

Brian had obtained work at a up and coming software company located on the other side of town from my office. 

We bought homes next to each other in a really nice neighbor that was between our two places of employment. Betty and Kim took part time bookkeeping jobs for several businesses at the local shopping mall. 

Brian and Betty had three children in the first five years of their marriage. We had not been so lucky.

In our fifth year of marriage, Kim announced she was pregnant with our first child, Megan. Kim was so happy, we had tried for five years to have a child. We had been tested and my sperm count was very low. But the doctor indicated that given the right circumstances, even my low sperm level could produce an offspring. 

I'll never forget that day when Kim told me she was pregnant. She walked in to the family room and jumped in my lap. She had hugged me tightly and delivered a huge wet kiss to my lips. She grabbed my face with her hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and announced, "Well, Mr. Fanning, I would like to announce that you are going to be a Daddy!" 

I was elated. I grabbed her waist tightly and asked, "Are you sure, Hon? I mean we have been trying for so long. Is this for sure?" 

Kim just smiled at me and nodded her head. "Yes, I found out today! It must have happened that night we watched the porno films with Betty and Brian. I know we were really hot for each other that night!" 

I thought back to that night and nodded. "Oh yeh, we were two animals that night weren't we?" I laughed and hugged her again. 

The pregnancy was normal and Kim gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. We named her Megan and for the next three and half years had a wonderful life together.

That all ended when Megan was getting ready to enter pre-K head start classes. We had to get her the various vaccinations required by the school, and perform other various tasks. One of these tasks caused our family's downfall. 

I had to take Megan to the school for a blood testing day. This test was to ensure the school had an accurate record of each child's blood type in case some emergency arose that required immediate blood transfusions. This was now common practice due to the rising foreign and domestic terrorist actions around the country. 

We arrived and Megan cried when the nurse took the small blood sample. We both comforted Megan afterward and she soon stopped whimpering. The nurse looked at me and said, "Mr. Fanning, I can take a sample of blood from you and put it in the database also. This will let us know if we should use you or your wife as a blood donor for Megan if the needed ever arises." 

I thought it was a good idea, so I allowed the nurse to draw a sample of my blood. Rolling down my sleeve and taking Megan's hand, I gave it no more thought and left the school. Megan and I went and had ice cream together.  

Two days later, at my office, I received a call from the nurse. It took me a second to place her when she gave me her name. She said she was the school nurse who had drawn the blood samples. I said, "Oh Hi. Is everything OK with the samples? I'm surprised to hear from you."

"No everything is not alright with the samples. I don't really know how to tell you this. It happens once in a while to either the husband or wife of a child we test." 

"What happens?" I asked.

"Megan has type O+ blood. You have type AB blood."

"So, what? That just means my wife, Kim, is the future blood donor, right?"

"Well, Mr. Fanning, no. It means that you cannot possibly be Megan's biological father"

The light in the room dimmed around me, my ears had a tremendous roaring sound, and my hand holding the telephone receiver began to shake violently. 

"Whaaat. I. I mean... What! What the hell do you mean I am not Megan's father?" I gasped. 

"There is no medical way that a Type AB can be the parent of a Type O child. Blood just does not work that way. I was hoping you would tell me that Megan was adopted, but I can tell from your response that that is not the case. I am so sorry as to the implications of this are to for you," the nurse said apologetically. 

I don't remember if I replied to her. I just remember later becoming aware that I still held the telephone and a dial tone was buzzing into my ear. 

This means Kim is screwing around on me. Or at least she was screwing around with someone when she got pregnant. She never changed her attitude or disposition toward me. I never noticed anything that would indicate she had been fucking someone else. 

How can I find out who she was with? Is she still seeing him? Can she cheat so easily as to never give me any indication that anything was amiss? 

I stewed over this for a couple of hours at the office and then called it day. I did not want to head home yet because I was still seeing red. I drove to the park and began walking around the lake path. I had walked about a half mile when it hit me. Megan is not my child! Yet, I have been paying for her care and upbringing while some asshole Don Juan was sampling Kim's merchandise and leaving me with the expenses. 

I loved Megan to death, but she was not my daughter any more. 

How could Kim lie to me for so long about something this important? Why would she use me this way? I got madder and madder the more I thought about this whole situation. 

I calmed down and began thinking about what to do. A plan. I needed a plan. 

Ok. First thing, I will take Megan to cross town clinic and get DNA tests done on her and myself. That would be the final proof of Kim's cheating.

The second thing to do is figure out if this cheating has ended or still going on. I'll need a recording device for our home's wireless phones. Let's see if she talks to the asshole about 'their daughter." Let's see if she makes dates with him even now. 

If they are meeting, I can figure out later how to get audio or video evidence of the meetings. And then I can decide what the appropriate response is for both my cheating wife and the asshole sleeping with her. But, first things first. 

I drove to the nearest Radio Shack and found a small recording device that would activate when any of the house wireless phones were activated. So, if she were talking with him, I would catch it. The audio was captured to a memory stick. I could play the memory stick contents on my laptop PC. 

With the recording device and a dozen memory sticks in my shopping bag, I drove home. This was Kim's day at the mall shops doing the books. I beat her home by several hours. Enough time to set up the recording device and call a cross-town clinic to set up the DNA tests. 

Kim got home about five minutes after I completed my sleuthing chores. She had picked Megan up from day care on her way home. She was her normal loving self. She embraced me and kissed me. I pulled back from her because I did not want any intimacy with her. I was still boiling mad inside. 

She stopped and looked at me. "What's wrong? Are you mad about something?" 

"No, I am just very tired tonight." I lied. 

"Well then, why don't you go sit down and play with our beautiful daughter until I get dinner ready?" Kim suggested.

I was seething at this point. "Our beautiful daughter? Who was she kidding?" 

As I sat in the family room with Megan in my lap, I began studying her features really intently for the first time. Maybe something in the facial features would give me an indication of who the father is. I took note of her chin, nose, and eyes. Maybe I will see a guy with one or more of those features. In fact I swore I knew someone who had the same upsweep on the nose and the same intense brown eyes. But, from where? 

Somehow I made it through dinner and went to bed several hours before Kim did. I pretended sleep when she came to bed. Se touched my shoulder but I did not respond. She sighed and rolled over. Soon I could hear her deep breathing. I tossed and turned most of the night. I was still nagged by the lingering thought that I knew those eyes from somewhere. I became icy cold in my desire to find out who Megan's father was and to punish both my cheating wife and the miserable asshole that had fathered my supposed daughter. 

Morning came. At breakfast I told Kim that I had the morning off and wanted to take Megan to the park. She instantly agreed. The speed of that agreement gave me pause. Was she going to contact her lover while I am out with my supposed daughter? 

I drove Megan and myself to the clinic where the swabbed our mouths for the DNA test. I then took Megan to the park and made sure she had so much fun on the rides that the clinic had completely been forgotten. 

That evening Kim said she had a meeting at church on some committee and would go with Betty and Brian. She left the house at seven and walked next door to Betty and Brian's. 

As soon as Kim left, I got Megan ready for bed, tucked her in and went to the basement corner where I had installed the phone recorder. 

I removed the memory stick from the recorder and inserted a new one. I took the memory stick to my basement workbench. I had taken my laptop down and placed it on the bench earlier. 

With shaking hands I clicked the play icon on the laptop screen. The first few conversations were normal household duties. Talking with the painting contractor, arranging for Megan to join a ballet class, and stuff like that. 

The fifth conversation was between Kim and Betty. 

Betty said, "Hey Kiddo, are you ready for tonight?" 

"Yes. I can hardly wait." Kim replied.

"Well, I hope it takes this time. The last four times were sure duds. Brian is getting worn out too."

"Brian's a good guy and you are lucky to have him," Kim said.

"Are you sure Dan suspects nothing?"

Kim giggled, "Not a thing. He has no idea! And I want to keep it that way!" 

"No sweat. He didn't find out from us the last time, so he will not find out from us this time." Betty replied.

"OK, see you this evening."

What the hell? Was Betty in on this also? She condoned Kim's cheating? Brian was also aware of it from the sound of it. In fact, it sounded like they were involved in setting up the illicit meetings with Kim and her lover. 

I had been so down the last few days I ad almost gone to Brian as my oldest and dearest friend for some advice. Now after hearing this conversation, I am glad I didn't. Of course, I had no idea who I could trust at this point. 

I was humiliated by the idea that my best friend and my wife's sister seemed to be part of the conspiracy against me. 

I was mad as hell at the idea that they condoned the whole affair. 

I needed time to sort this whole thing out more.  

The DNA results took three days, then two more days for the results to be mailed to me at my office. On the fifth day, the clinic results arrived at my desk at work. 

I steeled myself and opened the envelope. It was as bad as I thought. Megan could not possibly be my daughter. I dropped the report and cried into my hands for several long minutes. 

Getting a grip on myself, I called my supervisor and said I was not feeling well. I left for the day and drove to my neighborhood. I was surprised to see Brian's car parked in my driveway. The rear end of Kim's car was visible through the open garage door. 

I parked the car about half way down the block and dialed my home number from my cell. Several rings went by before Kim picked up the phone. She should be able to tell from the caller id that it was me calling from my cell.

"HI Hon! I'm really busy right now. Can I call you back in about 30 minutes?" Kim sounded like she was out of breath. 

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" I asked.

"Yes, I've got wallpaper striping paste all over the third bedroom walls. I'm going to remove the paper and put up some new. I can't let the paper dry out right now." 

In the background I thought I heard a male voice whispering, "I can't let you dry out either, sweetheart. Get Dan off the line and let's get busy!" 

I could tell that Kim stifled a giggle and after a moment's hesitation said, "Dan, I really have to run. Let me call you in half an hour OK?"

All I could say was "OK."

As I was about to hang up I heard Kim voice, "Dan, make it an hour instead! Thanks Hon."

I sat in my car despairing over this fresh evidence. Brian's car was at my house. Kim was obviously entertaining somebody from the whispers and giggles I had heard. Could Brian be so crude as to actually bring Kim's lover to our house? Was she fucking him in our bed? 

Suddenly I thought even worse thoughts. Was Brian more involved in this than just being an instigator? Could he be a participant? 

This didn't seem possible because obviously Betty was aware of the whole thing Kim was doing. Betty certainly would not condone Brian screwing Kim. Gees, that was so sordid to even think that one sister would knowingly allow her husband to use another sister. 

But, what is Brian's involvement? He obviously knew a lot about what was going on. 

I was deep in thought about all of this when I saw Brian exit my house and get in his car. He went the other direction and disappeared around the corner. 

What the hell? Where is the other guy? Is still in there? How much screwing can Kim take in an afternoon. 

A few minutes later Kim came out the door and retrieved the mail from the mailbox. She wore a robe and her hair was wet like she just got out of the shower. 

Could it be? Brian was doing her? I can't believe it. I must be wrong about all of this. But what other answer could there be? I was totally demoralized at this point. My best friends, my wife, my daughter are all a sham. 

I drive back to the Radio Shack and bought a sound activated audio recorder. As I was driving to make this purchase my cell phone rang. It was Kim. 

"Hi Hon. I'm done with the wall paper for the day. I'm going to run and get a haircut and pick up Megan. I'll bring some pizza home. I just don't feel like cooking tonight."

All I could respond was "OK, see you at home later." 

I got back to the house and found the master bedroom bed devoid of sheets. Apparently they were in the washer that was still running. "So the bitch and the asshole are using our marital bed for their fornication?" I thought. 

I placed the new recording device under the bed. It used the same memory sticks that the phone recorder used. I also replaced the memory stick in the phone recorder and took the stick with me when I left the house.

I left the house and drove to the park.

I placed the memory stick in the laptop and heard the first phone conversation my wife had of the day. It was with Brian. 

"Hi Kim."

"Hi Sweetie." Kim replied.

"Is it safe to come over?"

"Oh yes, Dan has left for work and we have the whole morning to make a baby." 

"Great. I'll be there in twenty minutes. Get good and hot for me."

"I'll start masturbating right now!" Kim giggled. I heard the phone hang up.

So Brian is doing Kim. I wonder what Betty will say about this? I'll bet she will be some kind of piss-. What a minute! Based on other conversations I've heard Betty does know about this. What the fuck is going on? My confusion was complete at this point. 

I stayed at the park until it was my normal time to come home from work. I arrived at the house and found my wife and supposed daughter making dinner and laughing about some cartoon that was on the kitchen TV. It saddened me to hear that laughter. It would soon be gone. 

One more piece of evidence and I would initiate divorce proceedings and sue whoever Megan's father is for back and future child support. I'll will bide my time until then. 

Chapter 2 – Dealing With The Truth

I waited four days until the weekend to change the memory stick in the recorder under the bed. I had to wait until Kim went to the grocery store on Saturday. On at least one of the four days, the sheets on the bed smelled fresh and clean as if Kim had washed them again. 

I took the laptop and memory stick to the basement, plug it in and clicked on play.

The conversation and sounds I heard tore my heart out. It was definitely Brian talking. It was definitely Kim panting and moaning, and then her voice carrying on a warm and loving conversation with Brian afterward. It was her obvious wish that Brian be the father of all of her children. Their conversation confirmed that Megan was Brian's and not mine. 

This conversation sealed their fate. It would take me until Tuesday to prepare my revenge, but it would be worth the wait.

On Monday, I briefed my attorney on the facts. He began divorce papers and certain other civil legal papers for delivery on Tuesday. I went to the bank, took out half of the funds and opened new accounts in another bank. I canceled all of the credit cards. I informed Kim's car loan company that I would no longer be responsible for her debts. I wrote a check for $100,000 from the home equity line and put it in my new account. 

As of Monday night I was financial cut from Kim and ensured she had half of the marriages assets, as my lawyer had told me to do. 

The recorder under the bed had indicated one more liaison between the cheating spouses had occurred on Monday. The phone recorder had indicated they planned to do it again on Tuesday. 

I picked up all of the papers from the attorney at 3 PM and drove to the park. I simply sat and stared straight ahead for over an hour. Yes, this was it. If I did not end it today, I don't think I could stand another humiliation. I'd break apart and do something I would be sorry for. 

I drove home and sat in the kitchen waiting for Kim to arrive. The divorce papers were in my car and I would get them as soon as Megan was down for the evening.

Kim bounced in at 5 PM with Megan in tow and said "Megan, honey, go to your room and put your stuff away, I have to talk to daddy for a minute." 

Megan gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek and dutifully went to her room. Kim looked at me and smiled. She broke out laughing and gave me a hug. She said, "Dan, I have some wonderful news. We are going to be parents again!" I went numb. I could not believe what I had just heard. Kim was trying to pass Brian's bastard off as mine again. Brian was going to enjoy all of the fringe benefits and leave me to raise his bastards? And Kim was going along with it. It was obvious that she no longer loved me and probably hadn't sent at least nine months before Megan was born. 

By god, I am not going to take this humiliation this time! 

I jumped up and pushed Kim away from me with all of my strength. She hit the wall hard and slid down to the floor. Staring at me with wide eyes, she said, "Dan, what is wrong? Why did you do that? Aren't you happy about our new baby?" 

I started laughing hysterically. "Our new baby? OUR new baby? Who the hell are you trying to kid, you whoring bitch? I know that bastard you're carrying is Brian's! And I know Megan is not mine either. Did you think you could whore your way through life and leave me paying the bills for the bastard kids? Did you think I was so stupid that I would never find out?"

Kim had her head in hands rocking back and forth. "Dan, please let me explain, it is not what you --." 


All My Children?



"Shut the fuck up, you bitch! I've had enough of your lying. You've been lying to me for at least four years now. No more."  

Kim tried to rise and slipped back down. "How did you find out. We were so careful. I never wanted to hurt you or --."

"What part of shut the fuck up didn't you understand? You're nothing more than a whoring slut. If it wasn't for the fact your kids are all bastards, I'd take them away from you as an unfit mother." Kim recoiled in shock. 

"It wasn't supposed to be this way. Brian said ---." 

"Don't say his name again. Ever. Not in my presence. I want to know one thing. How many times have you two fucked? Hundreds probably, eh? 

Kim shook her head and tried to respond between her sobs. "We only did it maybe ten times." 

"I didn't ask for an estimate did I? HOW MANY TIMES?" I screamed.

"OK, a dozen times in the last four and half years. Does that make you happy to know?"  

I saw red again. Brian was actually trying to push another one of his bastards into my care. Kim had been servicing him for almost half of my whole married life. Enough was enough this man deserved a beating. I looked around and saw my baseball glove and bat next to the kitchen door. .    Cutting Kim off in mid sentence, I rushed to the door and grabbed the bat. I looked at my watch. Brian should be pulling into his driveway any minute. I ran out of the backdoor heading to Brian's house. 

Kim was yelling at me from the doorway to please wait and let her try to explain and to please not to hurt Brian. All I heard was her saying Brian's name. Don't hurt him? Hell I want to kill him right now. That would feel good.

She ran back in the house. I heard Brian and Betty's phone ringing as I neared their driveway hedge. Kim was trying to give them a warning that I was coming to get a piece of the asshole. 

I saw Brian's car turn the corner, and he pulled in the driveway. Just then their phone stopped ringing. Betty must have answered it. 

Brian opened his car door and got out. I came out from behind the bushes He saw me and smiled. "Hey Dan, how's it hanging?" 

He suddenly froze when he saw my face. He knew that I knew. I raised the bat and ran at him. He tried to say something like "Dan it is not what you think, I was just trying to ---- OOHHH!" He never finished the sentence because I hit him with the bat as hard as I could. 

He had put up his right arm in an attempt to block the swing of the bat. The bat landed on his lower arm with a delicious sound of snapping bone. He wailed in agony. Dropping his broken arm, he tried to back pedal but was blocked by his own car. 

I swung the bat at his head and heard another delicious sound of bone breaking. He went down in a heap.

About this time Betty came running from their house yelling at me. "Dan please, let us explain, it is really not what you ---'. Se never finished because I caught her with the end of the bat right in her solar plexus. Down she went on the driveway unable to breath. 

I stepped over top of Brian and positioned myself between his legs. I hit his groin with bat using all of my strength. I felt the bat impact him. He curled into the fetal position. 

"Brian, you bastard. You screwed Kim at least a dozen times I know of. For that I am going to beat your baby making equipment a dozen times. Let's see if you ever make a baby with anyone else's wife." 

I pulled his legs apart and swinging the bat as hard as I could, I hit him right in the balls. Over and over... twelve times. By the sixth or seventh time, his crotch started bleeding a lot. By the tenth time, he threw up. I grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled him on to his side. 

"You're not going to strangle on your own puke, you bastard. I'll not go to prison for killing you, even though I would like to send you to hell right now."

Betty had struggled to her knees but was still unable to speak due to lack of air. She was holding up one and beseeching me with her eyes to stop. She kept shaking her head no. 

About the ten swing of the bat in good old Brian's gonads, Kim ran up. "Dan, oh please stop. Don't hurt him anymore. Please, we all need to explain this mess to you. Can you please get a grip on yourself?"

"Get a grip? You lying bitch! You get pregnant by this bastard not once but twice and try to pass the kids off as ours? And you want me to get a grip? Screw you. You probably have been screwed by half of the men in county anyway. I'm sure you and your sister have both enjoyed sharing him."

Kim could only shake her head at this outburst. She looked down at Brian and began crying again. 

"So you feel sorry for this shit head, you whore? Let me show you what happens to cheating friends." With that he hammered Brian's crotch two more times. Brian's crotch was now crimson and a pool of blood surrounded his hips on the ground. The seat of Brian's pants indicated that he had shit himself and pissed at least a quart. 

I looked from Kim to Betty. "I hope you two got your fill of your joint lover, because he will never ever again service either one of you. He looks pretty sexy right now doesn't he? All covered in blood and his own piss and shit and vomit." 

"He'll never screw anybody else with that equipment." I said as I threw down the bat in front of Kim. "I heard you say how much you liked his baby maker balls, so take the bat. There are some pieces of what is left of those balls on the bat. You can treasure it forever." 

With that I walked slowly back to the house. 

I went upstairs and took a shower to get Brian's blood and shattered balls off of me. I threw the clothes I had been wearing on the bathroom floor and went downstairs and poured myself a beer. 

I sat down at the kitchen table and drank my beer. I heard sirens and tires screeching to stop next door. I heard both Betty's and Kim's voices shouting and then later screams again just before an ambulance pulled away with sirens blasting. They must be telling the authorities what a madman I was. Who gives a shit? 

Eventually two policemen entered the kitchen door with their guns drawn. The larger of the two pointed his gun at me and commanded me to drop to the ground and don't move. The other one cuffed me and read me my rights.

They didn't say a word the entire way to the county jail. I never said a word about what happened. If the police asked me a question, I either answered yes or no. I did give them my name and address. I asked for my attorney. 

What would tomorrow bring, I wonder? I suppose I will do time for assaulting Brian. I'm sure the women will concoct a story to explain my rage without giving up their joint lover. 

Chapter 3 – They All Meet One Last Time

I was arraigned the next morning for assault and attempted murder. I look around the courtroom and there is Kim and Betty sitting in the front row. They look like they have not slept all night. I laughed to myself, "Welcome to the club. I didn't sleep much last night either." 

My attorney pleads me not guilty. He wanted me to consider pleading to temporary insanity as we near a trial. I told him, I'd think about it because I knew had to be insane at the time I did Brian all of the physical damage. I really don't remember much of it now.

The judge sat my bail at $150,000. Kim and Betty whispered to each other and then nodded in agreement. They got up and left the room. I was taken back to detention while my lawyer tries to round up bail for me. 

I'd been in lockup for four days. All of my anger was gone. It was replaced with cold empty void of not feeling anything for anyone. My lawyer had said Kim had contacted him on the third day and wished to meet with him. I told him fine, but don't commit me to anything. 

The lawyer shows up this morning and tells me that Betty and Kim wished to post my bail. Brian and Betty and her will drop all charges and refuse to testify if I will simple meet with them in Brian's hospital room. So if I will agree to the meeting, I can be out of jail by 3 PM and the meeting can be held at 5 PM. 

I agree but wonder what kind of bullshit the three of them will try to sell me. I doubt if Brian will talk much since his jaw is wired shut from the blow I landed to the side of his head with the bat. 

My lawyer escorts me from the jail at 3:30 and suggests we go to my house for me to grab a change of clothes and a shower. Kim gave him the key and guaranteed the lawyer that no one would be home to cause me any problems. 

I showered, shaved, and dressed in a comfortable pair of slacks and golf shirt. 

I went to my car and retrieved the audio recordings of the bedroom conversations and my divorce and lawsuit papers. These I placed in my laptop bag with my laptop. 

We now left for the hospital. We arrived just before five o'clock and went right to Brian's room. When we walked in the hushed conversation that had been going on in the room ceased. Brian simply stared at me, the women tried to smile. 

There I stood at the doorway looking at my soon to be ex-wife, her immoral sister, and my once best friend. They looked back at me with sad eyes. I did not see any anger in any of them. I saw sadness. What the hell was this all about? Why are they sad that I found out just what a pack of liars and cheats they are? 

There was dead silence for a long time. Finally my lawyer cleared his throat and said, "You ladies asked for this meeting, so do you want to explain why we are here?" 

Kim rose from her chair next to Brian's bed. She looked ashamed and unsure how to start. Finally she said, "Dan, I – We are so sorry. There was sex between Brian and I but it was solely for making a baby. There was and is no love between us. Betty knew about this whole thing and it was even her idea. Please forgive us all for lying to you. We never intended for you to find out. We hoped you would go to your grave thinking Megan and our new baby were yours. That was my hope and prayer." 

"Making a baby? What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

"Well, after so long it became apparent that with your low sperm count, we were never going to conceive a child. I was becoming desperate for a baby. I had many long soul wrenching conversations with Betty about it. She was the one that came up with the idea that obviously Brian was a really fertile guy. You and he look a lot alike so a baby by either of you could easily pass for the other's child." 

"It took her a while to convince Brian that if he helped me conceive a child, our marriage would actually be stronger and more complete. She played on his deep feelings for you as his best friend and he finally caved into the idea. "

"So about five years ago, we started meeting for sex during my ovulation period. Betty allowed us to use their bedroom for these sessions. She was wonderful about it." 

"After six attempts, I became pregnant with Megan. Brian was really happy that he was going to be a father again but understood he could never let you know that. Betty was happy that she had given us such a wonderful gift, too." 

"I wanted you and me to have a child; Dan and I did my best to accomplish it. The sex was simply to make a baby. It was not for enjoyment or love or lust. It was for our Megan. Recently, I decided I wanted one more child, a boy if possible, so we conspired to create another baby. I'm so sorry that you found out and jumped to the wrong conclusions." 

"So the sex was just to make a baby?" I asked. 

"Yes."

"And you only did it until you knew you were pregnant?"

"Oh, yes." 

I looked at Betty. "And you knew about this and it was OK with you?"

Betty smiled sadly and nodded her head. "We tried to give the ultimate gift to you two. I'm so sorry it was received so badly. We should have brought you in on it and hoped that you would understand. I can see why you are so upset." 

I looked hard at Betty and let out a sigh. "Betty, I am no longer upset about anything. After beating the carp out of Brian, I lost all anger. I'm just sorry that you have been suckered into this, too." 

Betty looked questioningly at me. "What do you mean?"

"Betty, I have proof that this was more than sex to make a baby."     Brian's eyes showed concern, Kim started drying again, and Betty looked at me curiously and asked, "what evidence."   Kim sobbed, "There is no evidence. I'm not like that! I did this for the children!"

Brian nodded his head in agreement with Kim.

I shook my head and sadly replied to Kim. "No Kim, you may have thought that but an objective person hearing you two talk would think otherwise. It may have started that way, but it is not that way now. Is it?"

"I don't know what you mean." Kim glared back at me, now mad for her motives being questioned. 

All right, if you must prolong this farce, then let's just her the evidence and ask a few simple questions. Your answers to those questions will determine everyone in this room and all of our children's future." 

I reached in my laptop bag, pulled out the laptop and the memory stick from the under the bed recorder. "This conversation was taped in our bedroom the last time I know they screwed each other. It occurred a few days before the beating I gave Brian. This was the straw that broke my back for ever forgiving Kim or Brian."    

The first sounds we heard from the recording were almost animalistic grunts and moans. 

"My god, you get my hot, Babe." We heard Brian partially moan.

"Me too, big boy. We certainly know how to turn each other on!" Kim panted. 

You could hear them both laugh between inhalations of their breath. 

"It's a real shame that Dan's equipment is so defective. He could be enjoying this hot box of yours!" Brian laughed.

"No way, my baby making hunk, this hot box is now all yours. And always will be!" Kim groaned. "Just do some more of that to me please. Yes, right there. Oh, Yes!"

Seconds later the sound of a woman having an intense organism was plainly heard on the recording. 

"My God, Brian, you sure know how to eat pussy!" Kim laughed. 

With this last statement, I shut off the tape. Betty 's eyes had gotten larger and larger as the tape recording replayed. 

"Well Kim, This conversation appears to indicate that you have given your pussy to Brian any time he wants it and in any way he wants it. Yes or No?" I asked her.

"No! You have to understand, we got sexually excited during these sessions and said many things we never meant. It just heightened the sexual response. That is all." Kim stated.   

Betty said, "I don't know, it sure sounded like you two had become true lovers. I'm not happy with what I heard. I have to think about this some."

"And I guess the oral sex was just to establish a higher level of responses from you two?" I asked innocently.

"Absolutely." Kim replied.

I punched the play button again and the voices returned.

"Kim Baby, get down there and do that super blow job that only you do. I've always loved getting sucked off by you." We heard Brian moan.

Betty's eyes were now burning holes through her sister and Brian. 

The sounds of movement and then the sounds of sucking were heard. A few minutes goes by and we hear Kim say, "I just love nibbling on these wonderful baby making balls of yours. Are you ready to cum now?" 

"Yeh, just a few more strokes with that loving mouth of yours and you can have all of the baby juice you want."

Seconds later we hear Brian apparently orgasm. 

Kim sounded like she was talking with her mouth full. "I've always loved the taste of your cum. It is so much sweeter than Dan's. It must be all of those wonderful little baby makers swimming around in it." 

I turned the recording off again. "So Kim, I guess you two have figure some new way for oral sex to cause you to get pregnant?" 

Kim just hung her head at this point. Betty walked over in front of Kim. She grabbed her sister by the shoulders and shook her. "I give you the greatest gift one sister can give another and what do you do with it? You turn it into a dirty sordid sex orgy." 

Betty released Kim and stepped back and then slapped her face with a full round house right hand. Kim fell backward and the impression of Betty's hand was clearly visible on Kim's cheek. "You lousy bitch."

I interjected, "Now I am going to ask this once and only once. Did you screw around after you found out you had accomplished your baby making goal?"  

Kim sobbed, "No! Never! " 

I sighed and flipped on the recording again. 

We heard Brian ask Kim, "When are you going to tell Dan that you are pregnant again? I'm glad we have been able to get together a couple of times since you found out. It has been nice to be with you and know we have made a baby."  

Kim sighed, "Probably on Tuesday, that will give us one more chance to be together."

Betty sobbed and ran from the room at these last statements on the recording. 

I turned off the recording. "Well Kim, apparently you did screw several times after you found out you were pregnant."

Kim cried, "You don't understand. When two people make a wonder like a baby, you share some affection and bonding. But it was never to replace either you or Betty in our lives. We did it to feel close to each other for the wonderful thing we had --." 

I stopped her. "You slut. You screwed this guy for sake of screwing him. Don't give me this bonding crap." 

Now if you are finished with this meeting that you asked for, I would like you to at least be honest and faithful enough to stand by your agreement to drop the charges and refuse to testify against me. 

Brian and Kim nodded in agreement. 

I reached in the laptop bag and pulled out the divorce papers. Handing them to Kim I said, "You were a good wife but not an honest wife. You lied, cheated, and made me a cuckold. You are hereby served with notice for divorce action on 'irreconcilable differences'. If you contest it, you will hear this recording and others in court. Your call it you whore." Kim nodded and took the papers. I also told her about the change in bank account status and credit cards. It seems that Betty and Brian had put up the bail, so Kim was not yet aware of the changes in her financial status. 

I turned to Brian. I handed him papers. "Asshole, these papers indicate that I am suing you for back child support for your bastard kid. You will pay me $50,000 and establish a college trust for Megan and this new bastard you have on the way. We will have the trust administered by Reverend Fuller, our church pastor, and you will tell him exactly why you have to provide the trust. I want our church members to know just what a slime both you and Kim are. You will also acknowledge to Megan that you are now her 'Daddy'. Got it?" 

Brian nodded. 

"I'm sure Betty is going to have a few more things for you to do, but that is between you and her. As far as Betty and Kim are concern, I hope she can someday forgive you, Kim. I now have to run and pick up Megan. I have to tell her that I am not her Daddy any more." 

Kim looked in near panic. "No! Please, Don't do that. She is only four, she will not understand! Can't we wait for a few years and then tell her?"

"You just want to keep lying don't you, you pathetic piece of trash. NO! It stops now. I will tell her today and be done with it. Whether you two want to step up to your responsibilities in this is your business, not mine." I roared at her.   

With that I left the hospital room and never looked back. Brian tried to back out of our deal about not testifying and dropping the charges. I skipped out on the bail and did not show at my first court appearance. 

As soon as the judge had revoked bail and issued a bench warrant, I returned to served three months. Of course, Betty and Brian lost the money they had put up for my bail. 

Eventually Brian dropped his charges and refused any further interaction with the DA's office. But his actions had cost him his wife (Betty divorced him within a year), his children, his home, half of his assets, and the future use of his sex organ. Things just never healed well. As far as I know, Kim never saw him after that day in his hospital room.   




All My Children?



Just a few weeks and Kim's happy home is now a shambles. At this juncture Kim has lost her husband, her lover, and her sister. Who is next? 

Continued in 'All My Children - Part 2'. Kim's situation continues to spiral down.



All My Children? Pt. 02



To all of you who wrote comments after All My Children - Part 1 was published. I thank you for your positive comments. To those of you who wrote negative comments, screw you. Don't read my stuff if it offends you.  

Chapter 4 - After The Meeting

My name is Dan Fanning. I've aged a few years since I wrote the first part of my life story when I was thirty-one. I'm now thirty-six and divorced from my ex-wife, Kimberly. 

I guess I should pick up the story where I left off. If you remember, I had just left a meeting with my wife, Kim, her sister, Betty, and the asshole brother, Brian. I had discovered that Brian had fathered my daughter, Megan, and had knocked up Kim again. 

I had also discovered that Betty had been a willing participant in this farce and had actually been the one that came up with the idea that her husband should impregnate my wife since my sperm level was so low. After this whole ugly situation, I had started calling them the "Three Musketeers". 

The Three Musketeers had posted my bail after I had spent a few days in jail for beating up Brian. They had requested that I attend a meeting with the three of them in exchange for them posting bail and promising to both drop the charges and not assist the DA in developing a case against me. 

The meeting was to be in Brian's hospital room. Brian was recovering the beating I had given him.  

I had attended the meeting where I heard Kim's lame excuse that she was only using Brian to simply make babies and that she loved only me. She told me I was only true father to our daughter and as of yet unborn child.  

Betty had come unglued when I played an audiotape of Kim and Brian's last sexual encounter in my marital bed in my house. She had let Kim use Brian to conceive a child, but was enraged to find out that Kim and Brian apparently did more than just have sex to conceive a child. And that they continued to have sex after Kim was aware that she was pregnant.  

I had left the meeting after handing Kim divorce papers and Brian a lawsuit to recover my expenses for supporting Megan since her birth. 

I went to the pre-K class and picked up Megan and drove her home. While serving divorce papers on my wife had been tough, this conversation I was about to have with Megan was going to break my heart. 

I asked Megan to sit down at the kitchen table and I served her a bowl of ice cream. She sat there, picking up small bites of ice cream in her spoon and licking the spoon clean. She looked at me with those bid innocent blue eyes and waited for me to say something. 

Why do the innocent ones have to suffer for mistakes of the guilty? I wondered to myself. I shook off the feeling and started in. 

"Megan, I have to talk to you about something very serious. I want to make sure you understand this whole thing and I want you to know right up front nothing I am going to tell you is in anyway your fault. OK?" I managed to get out before I had to dry my eyes.

"Yes, Daddy. I understand. What's wrong? Where is Mommy?" Megan said looking around.

"Mommy is with Aunt Betty and Uncle Brian. Mommy and Uncle Brian are the reason I need to talk to you. Honey, please stop eating your ice cream for a second and listen to me." I looked Megan straight in the eyes and continued. 

"You Mommy decided a while back that Uncle Brian is your Daddy. So from now on you are to call him Daddy. From now on, you call me Uncle Dan. OK?"

"Why Daddy?"

"Well, just because your Mommy made a decision that Uncle Brian... I mean your new Daddy Brian was to be your real Daddy. So I can only be your Uncle Dan from now on. This does not mean I love you any less. I will always be there for you but not as your Daddy." I had to stop at this point because my voice was cracking badly. 

"But Daddy, I want you for my Daddy!" Megan wailed.

"Stop Megan. That just can't be any more. I am not your Daddy. Brian is. Now please go up stairs to your room and wash up." 

Megan ran up the stairs in tears. I could hear her crying as she went to the bathroom to wash her hands and face. I was mentally destroyed. I had nothing in the way of emotions left. I was drained. 

I sat at the kitchen table just staring at the floor. I didn't even hear Kim's car pull in the driveway.

She entered the house and saw me sitting at the table. She could tell by defeated look that I had told Megan that Brian was her father. 

"Dan, how could you! She is only four years old. She can't possibly understand this whole thing." Kim cried.

"Kim, just shut up. You brought this on yourself and have impacted innocent little Megan and me. I have told Megan that Brian is her father and it was your decision. And by God, it was your decision the first time you spread your legs for that asshole."

"Oh Dan, you just don't understand why I did what I did or how little Brian means to me."

"I guess I don't and I really don't care to know at this time. All I know is YOUR child is upstairs in tears and there is nothing I can do to make it better. I suggest you go tend to Megan's emotional needs and I will go tend to mine." 

With that I had left the house and never sat foot in it again. I heard from some friends that Betty had filed for divorce from Brian, and Brian had left the area. He was too embarrassed by the way our good Reverend at the church had spread the reason that Brian was setting up trusts funds for Megan and the yet unborn child. 

I also heard that Betty had told her parents why she was divorcing Brian and that her own sister was the whoring slut that caused the whole thing. Betty and Kim's father refused to have anything to do with Kim. Their mother was at least civil to Kim, but stayed far away from her because of the father's reactions. It appeared that their mother took to the bottle to reduce the stress of dealing with her two daughters and her husband. She would occasionally sneak out of her house to do things for Kim when Kim needed help. But she had to sneak because father dearest wanted no part of Kim or her wanton ways. 

Chapter 5 - Kim Tries To Explain

Kim contacted me about two weeks after I had had my talk with Megan. She said she wished to meet me at a local pub we used to frequent. She said she just had to explain herself to me and beg my Christian forgiveness. 

I was not a devout Christian but I did believe in the Christian teachings. So I agreed to meet her and at least listen to her side of things.

I walked in the pub about 2 PM. It was very dark inside compared to the brilliant afternoon sun. IT took me several moments to have my eyes adjust. There was Kim sitting at our favorite booth wearing a bright yellow sundress that I loved on her. 

I walked slowly to the booth. "OK Kim, this is your meeting." I put up my hand and got the bartender's attention. I made a motion with my hand to show I wanted two-fingers of Maker's Mark. He nodded and brought the drink to the table. 

"Nice seeing you two again!" he said as he set the drink down.

"Nice seeing you, Frank." I responded with a sad smile.

He walked away, leaving us in stony silence. 

Kim finally said, "Dan, I have to explain to you what you heard and why you heard it is not really anything to be upset about."

This farce was already irritating me. "Let me see. You sleep with your sister's husband. You make two babies with him. You try to pass them off as mine. You tell him his cum is better than mine and your pussy is all his. Have I left anything out?" 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for my opening remark to come out like that. I know I did wrong in your eyes. I know you feel betray. I know you heard things that seems to make things worse than they truly are. Please give me a chance to explain! Please!"    "You have ten minutes. Explain away." I said glancing at my watch.

Kim started.

"You know how much I wanted a baby. You know when we found out that your sperm level was so low, how devastated I was. I would have done anything to have a child." 

"And you obviously did." I said dryly.

"Enough with the sarcasm please. Give me my ten minutes, eh?" Kim snapped.

"OK, you got nine minutes, get on with it." I snapped back.

"I was so distraught over the situation, that I cried on Betty's shoulder every day. I was so jealous of their apparent ease in having children. I used to tell her how wonderful it most be to a virile man like Brian to make babies with." Kim said.

"Betty finally came to me and said she and Brian had decided to offer me the greatest gift in the world. Betty offered me the use of Brian to make a baby. Brian was not for it for a long time. Brian worried about his friendship with you. Betty had to browbeat him into submission. 

It took me another two months to agree with Betty's idea." Kim sighed.

"The first two times we tried to make a baby were very clinical. It was straight missionary position with no kissing or fondling. Brian had to use lubricant because I was so dry. "

"Well that obviously wasn't a problem later from what I heard, was it?" I snapped.

"No it wasn't. No shut up and let me explain." Kim snapped back.

"I had been reading everything there was to read on how to get pregnant. The doctor had given me a pamphlet that said that the sexually hotter a couple was in their sex, the better the chance of conception. I took that to heart." Kim went on.

"The next time Brian and I were together, I told him that he had to do everything he could to make me sexually aroused to my absolute limits. He just nodded and set to work. He tongue kissed me, slowly undressed me, licked my whole body, and basically aroused me to a height you and I had never achieved. When he came, I knew it was 'the time'. We did it one more time and this time I did things to him to heighten his sexual responses. And he in turned heightened mine. We then did it one more time and we both were wet noodles when it was over."

I squirmed in the booth seat as my loving wife admitted her lover got her hotter than I ever had.

Kim went on, "I became pregnant with Megan at that point. Brian and I met two more times after I knew I as pregnant. This was really not so much for sex as it was to celebrate that we had created a new life. The sex was just a byproduct."

"I thought that was the end of it. I gave birth to Megan. You were the loving father I knew you would be. Brian was happy to be a proxy father again. Betty was happy that she could help us. All was well. That was until I decided to have another baby."

I looked at her and shook my head. "You really thought I would accept being the sham father of a bastard child? You don't know me very well do you?" 

Kim smiled. "Oh dear one, I know you very well. I know you have extremely Christian values even if you don't go to church every Sunday. I never expected you to find out about Brian and me."

"Any way, I decided to have another baby. Brian and Betty were all for it. Brian started plowing me the very night that I talked to them about it. We used Brian and Betty's bed. We did it there the next three nights. I was fertile and did not want to miss an opportunity. 

I guess you heard Betty's telephone call to me about getting together for the fourth try. 

Brian and I had an extra aroused session that day. When I got home, I was still aroused. 

Do you remember that night when we had the best sex we ever had?" Kim asked.

"My god, yes. It was great. I thought you were a wild woman." I reminisced. Suddenly it struck me. "You mean you had been with Brian earlier that day and I was getting sloppy seconds?"

Kim nodded but immediately said. "It was not sloppy seconds. I cleaned up and it was many hours afterward when I basically attacked you! I wouldn't do that to you."    

"You let me eat your pussy after Brian had cum there just hours before?" I stammered. "How could you think so little of me?"

"My love, I did not think so little of you. I wanted to have you everyway I could that night. I loved you and wanted you to experience the same sexual heights I had earlier that day." Kim cried. "None of this is coming out like I intended it to!"

Kim then went on. "It was several days later that I found out I was pregnant again. Brian and I met two more time to celebrate our creation. Then it was over."

Kim tried to explain the audio tape content. "As part of our sessions, Brian and I started talking 'trash' to each other to stimulate an ever higher level of sexual response. That is what you heard on that audio tape you made."  She just sat there staring at me. Letting her words sink into my brain.

"Kim, you may call it celebration, but I call it fucking. You may call it sessions, but I call it cheating. You may still think that what you did is OK because you had good reasons. But it is not OK. Did you ever stop to think what might have happened if you and I had experimented with those heightened sexual responses? My sperm count is low. That does not mean it doesn't exist! Maybe if we had had to the chance to experience those sexual heights you Brian did, you might have gotten pregnant by me. Did you ever think of that?"

"The marriage is over Kim. I could never screw you again even if I wanted to. All I can think of is Brian getting there first. Good bye." 

I turned once more and stared at her. "You asked for my Christian forgiveness. I cannot give that to you. What I will do is forget I ever knew you. It may take years, but I will forget you. So go ask your god for forgiveness. You will get none here."   


With that I stood up and left Kim sitting in 'our booth'. She had her head in hands as I left the pub.

Chapter 6 - The End, Or The Beginning   

I took up residence at a small condo I could rent by the month. I was only a short walk to my office. So, I normally left the car in the driveway and walked to and from work. I was still stinging from the way Kim had seemingly thrown away our marriage. Did she really think I would never find out or maybe would not care when I did find out?  

One evening I was returning home from the office, I saw someone sitting on the front porch step at my condo. It was Kim. She looked very tired and wore no makeup. She had on an old set of jeans and a sweatshirt three sizes too big for her. She stood as I approached.

"Dan, can I talk with you for a minute?"

"About what?"

"Betty has renounced me as a sister. My own mother and father treat me like I am a leper. And most people at our church are treating me as an unclean heathen. I have no one to turn to right now. I know I don't deserve it in your eyes, but can I ask a favor?"      

"What about the asshole Brian? Get him to help you!" I roared at her.

"I can't. He has left town and will not come back here." Kim started crying. "I need you. Whether you like it or not, you are Megan's true father. Brian was only the vehicle I used to conceive Megan. He is not her father. You are! Can't you see that?"

"No, and I never will!" I shot back at her.

"I can tell you why you heard those thing on the tape. You are wrong about a lot of things involving Brian and me. If you let me explain, I am sure we can work this out and be happy again." She pled. 

"You say I am wrong that you got pregnant by Brian? Not once but twice? And I am wrong you tried to pass the child off as mine! You certainly have balls woman. I guess one of you should have balls, eh?" 

I recollected the satisfaction I got in beating Brian's baby making equipment to a bloody pulp. "Let me say this once slut. I do not ever want to talk about your cheating. Never. I am slowly healing and I certainly don't need you around opening up the wounds and scars again."

Kim dropped her head and whispered, "I'm sorry. I will not bring it up again. But I need some assistance with Megan and you are the only one I can turn to."

"What's wrong with Megan?" I asked.

"She has been a real handful since you told her you were not her Daddy. She gets into fights with other children in her class. She rebels against any babysitter I try to use. So much so that no one in the area with sit with her any more." Kim confessed.

"Can you watch her for a few hours two days a week? I know this is a lot to ask, but Megan loves you and I know you love her." Kim pleaded.

"What are you going to be doing while I am babysitting Megan? Go out and get some more strange dick?" I snapped at her.

Kim sighed. "I'm not even honoring that question with an answer. I have to go to the doctor's office for a checkup for the new baby."

"And you want me to watch Megan while you go get checked out for Brian's latest bastard child? You really do have balls Kim. What gives you right to ask me to do such a thing?"

Kim dropped her head in defeat and turned to leave. 

I thought for a second and then yelled to her. "Kim, I will watch Megan because I do love her. This is for Megan and not for you, understood? Maybe I can help get her over this misbehaving she is doing."

Kim turned and a hint of a smile played on her mouth. "Thank you Dan. You are still a good man at heart. I'm so sorry of what I've turned you into."

Two days later Kim delivered Megan for me to watch. Since I was so close to home from the office it was easy to take a couple of hours off early and baby sit. 

Megan came running to my front door when I opened it and jumped in my arms. She hugged me and mumbled "Oh Daddy, I've missed you so much."

I got her settled and talked with her about her acting so badly around other people. She looked at me and nodded her head and then said, "Daddy, can you come home now? I miss you." 

I almost cried. I touched her lips with my finger and said, "Megan, you can't say that. I am not your Daddy. Brian is. Remember our previous talk?"

Megan frowned and said, "But Mommy says that Uncle Brian was there only to get me born, but you are my real Daddy. She says you are my real Daddy in everyway that really counts."   

I shook my head, "No sweetie, that is not right. I am no more than an Uncle to you. Your Daddy is Brian."

Megan cried her self to sleep on my couch. 

"What kind of crap is Kim filling this child's head with?" I wondered. No wonder the kid is acting up, she has got to be confused by all of the important people in her life telling her conflicting things. 

When Kim returned from the doctor, I had a loud argument with her over what she was still telling Megan. 

"Kim, you still cannot be honest can you? Brian is Megan's father, not ME! So quit filling her head with nonsense that I am her father." 

Kim shook her head. "Dan, you are Megan's father in every way, shape, and form that is important for a little girl. She is your daughter even if you refuse to acknowledge her as such. Brian was just a convenient insemination method." 

I began to laugh. "Give me a break. I heard you two whispering sweet nothings to each other. I heard you admit that you were screwing around even after the insemination. So don't give me that bullshit." 

This same scene was played out for the next six weeks straight. Megan was still being told by her mother that I was her father. Megan was getting more and more confused and hostile.

I finally addressed the whole situation when Kim cam to pick up Megan on the sixth week. "Kim, I cannot watch Megan any more. This crap you are filling her head with about me being her father is just poisoning her and me. Get someone else to watch her because I just can't see her being pulled apart like this any more. "           Kim sad eyes now showed a sadness I hadn't seen before. "OK Dan, you win. I will tell her tonight that Brian is her father and you are not. Happy now?"

"No Kim, I am not happy. But what has to be done, has to be done. Maybe we can set up some more visits with me after the shock of you talking with her wars off. I still do love ___"

"I don't think so." Kim stopped me. "You either are in her life or you are not. I can't go on like this either. I'll get mom to watch her."




All My Children? Pt. 02



"Don't do that! You know your mom is drinking way too much these days. I don't trust her to watch a small child." I said. 

She just looked at me, turned and walked away.

With that she took Megan home and that was the last time I ever saw Megan. 

You see. The next week, Kim had her mother watch Megan since no one else would. 

Kim had a late day appointment with her OB/GYN. She was not carrying the fetus well due to the stress of lack of sleep, emotional trauma, and not eating properly. 

She asked her mother to pick Megan up at pre-K and sit with her at my former home. As I mentioned earlier, her mom had apparently taken to alcohol caused by Kim and Betty's falling out. 

Her mom was drunk when she picked Megan up. She drove right through a red light and was hit by an eighteen-wheel truck. Her mom died instantly. Megan lingered in a coma for three weeks before dying. 

I went to see Megan every day. I held her hand, read her favorite stories to her, and brushed her hair. I was her Daddy for those three weeks. 

I stood on one side of Megan's casket and looked at Kim on the other side. She looked at me through her tears and I mouthed the words, "You killed her. You made more wrong decisions."

Kim collapsed and sobbed uncontrollably. Kim was committed to a psychiatric institution within a month of funeral. 

Her own father refused to go see her. He ranted that Kim was responsible for the loss of his wife and granddaughter. He shot himself two months after the funeral. He left a note accusing Kim of being the single reason he was so depressed. 

Betty never forgave Kim for her part in taking away their mother and father.

Kim and Brian's baby, a boy, was born, but Kim never even realized what was happening. She was mentally living somewhere else; in another time and place. 

Betty accepted custody of the child. He was named Daniel Brian Fanning. Obviously, Betty had kept her sense of humor by naming the kid after her ex-husband and me.

Three years later, the child was blood tested prior to pre-K enrollment. Guess what? His blood type is AB. Apparently that one night that Kim had brought me to the sexual heights she had enjoyed with Brian was enough to make my little sparse swimmers into supermen. 

Too bad Kim will never know it. The institute says she recedes further from reality every day. I wonder what she dreams about every day? I wonder if she is dreaming of our life together or her times with Brian?   

Betty has ensured that Daniel (or Danny to us) is a big part of his Uncle Daniel's life. I thank her for that. We started taking Danny to dinner together once or twice a week. 

Betty is a good woman.



All My Children? Pt. 03



To all of you who wrote comments after All My Children - Part 1 and Part 2 were published, thanks! So many of you folks were polarized over the story that I thought I might try a follow on and see if the readership would approve or disapprove of the conclusion.

So, the vote is in your hands. 

I'd like to think Age Sherman for editing this chapter. 

My name is Kimberly Fanning. My husband is (or was) Dan Fanning. Dan wrote two chapters about how our marriage ended and how I ended up in a long term care facility totally out of my mind. Much of what he said in those chapters was true. Some was truth as he saw it. Let me tell you truth from my side. Understand that some of this truth is not pretty. You will probably hate both of us when the story is finished. But then, I guess we hate ourselves too. 

If you remember Dan had found out that my sister's husband, Brian, was the true father of our little girl and our yet unborn baby. He had come totally unglued and beaten Brian almost to death. 

I'll start my story from the time when my sister, Betty, made the suggestion that eventually led to the destruction of both our families and marriages. 

Dan and I had been married for five years. Try as we might, I couldn't get pregnant. We tried all kinds of procedures, but when all was said and done, we couldn't have children. The problem was that Dan's sperm was very weak. Not non-existent, but just too weak to actually fertilize my eggs. After two rounds of failed in vitro, I was desperate for a baby. 

I dumped all of my grief on my sister for months. I so much wanted a child and was actually jealous of how easy it appeared she and Brian conceived their two children. She listened patiently and gave me what support she could. Finally, one day she dropped the suggestion that would eventually be our undoing.

Betty was making soup as I ranted about how unfair life was. She suddenly stopped and came over to where I sat at her kitchen table. She dropped down in the chair next to me and grabbed my hands with hers. 

"Sis, I've been thinking. I want to offer up a possible solution. Hear me out before you say anything, okay?" Betty said.

I just nodded in response and she continued, "You know that Brian is very fertile. He loves you and Dan as much as I do. He looks a little like Dan..." Betty stopped and took a deep breath and said, "Here's what I suggest. Brian can be a surrogate father for your baby. Dan need never know. You can have the baby you so desperately want, have Dan as a loving father and husband, and have an even more solid marriage."

I shook my head, no. "Dan would never go along with it."

Betty replied, "He wouldn't have to know." 

"How would he not know? The cost of doing in vitro is twenty thousands dollars. Health insurance doesn't pick any of it up. How could I hide that amount from him? " 

Betty answered with a small grin playing at the corners of her mouth. "Who said anything about in vitro? I'm suggesting that you get pregnant the old fashion way. Brian is actually a very good lover." 

I was shocked and said so. "You are suggesting that Brian, YOUR husband, and I start fucking? Have you lost your mind?"

Betty laughed and shook her head, "No, I'm not daft. I just can't think of any way to hide this whole thing from Dan without you and my husband doing the nasty. You're so close to complete breakdown over being childless, I'm just trying to solve the problem in the most practical way possible. If you and my husband simply screw to conceive a child, I can live with it. After all it is not like an affair or you two loving each other. Dan need not know. So, no harm, no foul."

"I can't do that!" I snapped back at her.

"Well Sis, just think about it." 

I went home and tried to continue my life as before, but Betty's words kept intruding my thoughts. "You simply screw to conceive a child – no harm, no foul."

After a few more months, I was beyond hope. I walked slowly to Betty's house and plopped in the kitchen chair. "Okay Sis, I want a baby. I need a baby. So, how do we pull this off?"

Betty came over and hugged me. "Good girl! Now you let me convince Brian and then we will set up the logistics of this whole thing. You'll be barefoot and pregnant in no time!"

Betty was true to her word; she had to convince Brian to do it. At first he rebelled and even refused to discuss it. Betty wore him down until he finally saw that what she was asking him to do would help my marriage and my mental health. He talked with Dan and found out how desperate Dan was for me to be pregnant. He saw that Dan would be so happy to be a dad.

Brian finally told Betty, "Okay sweetheart. If you want me to give Kim a baby, I will."

Betty called me and let me know Brian was onboard. Betty suggested that I come over to her place on the first night I was sure I was ovulating. That happened to be two nights later. 

I arrived at her house about ten in the morning. Brian had taken the morning off at betty's request. Betty met me at the door and said, "Brian is upstairs in the guest room. Go on up. And don't come down until you're pregnant." She hugged me and pushed me toward the stairs.

I entered the bedroom and saw Brian lying fully dressed on the bed reading a magazine. He looked up as I entered and smiled. I smiled back and sat down on the edge of the bed. "So, what do we do now, Brian?" 

He laughed out loud and replied, sounding somewhat embarrassed, "Well I guess we get naked, Kim." And so we did. He was first out of his clothes and he laid down on the bed just watching me undress. His breathing seemed to become faster as I slipped out of my bra and panties. "Kim, you are one beautiful woman. Not as beautiful as your sister, but damned close!"

I was more than a little embarrassed. Other than Dan, I'd never even seen another penis. Brian seemed as embarrassed as I was. He cleared his throat a few times and said, "Come here, Kim. We might as well get acquainted."

I slipped into the bed and he took me in his arms. For a few minutes we simply held onto each other. I finally dared to begin the action by slowly raking my hand down his stomach to his groin. I cupped his semi-hard penis in my hand and slowly stroked it. Soon it was rigid. It seemed a little thicker than Dan's but not as long. I was amazed how clinical I could be in the current situation. Here I as inspecting his equipment while I slowly pumped it to full erection. 

I wasn't actually turned on by the experience, but Betty had thought of that and there was a tube of K-Y on the side table. Dan reached over and grabbed it. He squeezed some out and massaged it into my nether region. I slowly began to get wet from the manual machinations he was performing on me. 

I laid back and sighed. He took that as an indication that I was ready and he climbed on top of me and slowly mounted me. His strokes were sure and powerful. I was soon into the experience and came to small orgasm. He followed a minute later with a grunt as I felt his cum shooting into me. 

The whole process was over in less than fifteen minutes. 

We dressed in silence and came down stairs to find Betty quietly sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of scotch in her hand. She smiled and said, "I know this was my idea, but it is a little tough to actually know it has happened."

I burst into tears thinking of her pain and Brian ran over to her and hugged her. They both had tears in their eyes. Brian said, "Not again. Okay? I can't do this again!" 

Betty pushed Brian back with her hands and holding his shoulders, she stared into his eyes and smiled. "Brian, I love you to death. This was my idea remember? Until Kim is pregnant, we continue. We'll be fine, my dear sweet man."

Brian just nodded dumbly and looked down at the floor. 

Betty and I exchanged glances and she winked at me. I nodded my head and turned and left their house. 

I almost died when Dan got home from work that evening. I just knew he would know that I cheated on him. Well, maybe not cheating in the classic idea of cheating, but cheating nonetheless. I did my best to act normal and loving as always. In fact, it was not an act. I loved this man to my very depths. He was my rock. What I did today, I did for both of us. Well, maybe more for me than him, but still for both of us.

As the night progressed he apparently saw nothing amiss and I began to relax. We made love later that night and we wished each other a goodnight. We fell sleep in each other's arms. He didn't know! He would never know! We could make this work! I fell asleep with visions of holding a baby in my arms and Dan standing behind me looking lovingly at our baby while he kissed the back of my neck. 

The next day I went back to Betty's and replayed yesterday's events. Brian lubed me up with K-Y and we almost mechanically did the deed.

I dressed and left the house. Betty had gone to the supermarket while her husband tried to impregnate me. 

I had been reading books on getting pregnant and one doctor had an approach that required both partners to get as hot as they could during lovemaking. His statistics showed that a woman stood a thirty percent better chance of pregnancy if she was actually quivering from the lovemaking when her partner ejaculated into her. The doctor also indicated the partners were more at ease when they were so aroused.

I was getting comfortable with Brian after our second session and saw no reason that being aroused wouldn't be acceptable. This would be acceptable just as long as we didn't start falling for each other or diminish our love for our spouses. 

I brought the book in my purse to the next session with Brian the next day. As we lay in bed, I had him read it and then said, "Do you think you can make me hot? I mean boiling hot? It may make me conceive quicker."

Brian just smiled and said, "I was going to suggest something similar. I'm having a hard time staying aroused with the way we have been so clinical about this."

I smiled and said, "You're having a hard time staying hard? Well, I'll guarantee you that you will not have that problem today!" With that I got up on my knees and leaned over placing my breasts on his bare chest. I slowly moved back and forth just letting my nipples touch his skin. I then lowered my head and kissed him with my tongue seeking his. 

I lowered my hand to his penis and lightly stroked it with my fingertips. It sprang to life and was rigid as steel in what seemed like seconds. 

Brian rolled me over onto my back and began kissing his way down the center of my body. He started at the small hollow at the base of my neck, and down between my breasts. He stopped there and nipped lightly at each nipple and then taking one in his mouth swirled his tongue around the nipple until I gasped. 

He lowered his head and continued kissing my body down to my belly button. He stuck his tongue into it and licked my stomach for several inches around my navel. As he did this he gently pinched my sensitive nipples with his fingers. 

He continued kissing me down to my pussy. Here, he slowly began to lick the lips, and ever so slowly moved his tongue into my canal. He slowly licked me from my rectum, over my slit and onto my clit. He did this for at least ten minutes until I was writhing in ecstasy. I was ready to cum at any second. My pussy was boiling with desire. I needed at dick and I needed it now. 

I pulled his head up and French kissed him with our tongues wrestling each other for supremacy. I reached down and found his cock. It felt like it was on fire. I splayed my legs and guided his fiery rod to my entrance. He rose up on his elbows and looked at me for an instant. He placed a finger to my lips and I immediately began sucking it. He gasped once, and then with one motion slid his shaft into me. I was so wet that my cunt just opened and accepted his whole length.

He began those sure, powerful strokes he had used previously, but now I rocked back and forth trying to counter his every thrust. Soon we were slamming together with absolute abandon. I felt my juices flowing and could smell the sex filling the air. 

Brian pumped faster and faster. I orgasmed twice before he shot his seed into me. When he came he arched his back and groaned as what seemed to be gallons of sperm entered my body. He collapsed on top of me and we both attempted to catch our breath. I held him tightly as his cock slowly deflated in my pussy. He finally rose up on his knees and pulled out of me to lie by my side. A thin ropy string of white cum still attached his penis to my pussy. He rubbed my clit as I moved my fingers up and down his softening shaft. 

He leaned over and we kissed again. This time, the kiss was prolonged and intense. I knew at that instant that we were going to fuck again before I put my clothes back on. And I wanted to. I wanted to be on fire again. I wanted him to impregnate me. At this moment, I wanted his baby. 

I moved down the bed and took his glistening dick into my mouth. I sucked him back to a full erection and slinging my leg over his body, dropped myself down on his erect baby maker. 

We worked each other to another sexual peak and he pumped another load of his potent juice into my awaiting womb. 

With that, we lay side by side for a few minutes not saying a word. He finally lifted his had and leaned over my face. He kissed me like I was his long lost lover and I returned it. 

He smiled and toying with my right nipple said, "Damn Kim. That was hot. I – I've never been so turned on. You're a wonderful lover." 

As soon as he said that work "lover", I felt a chill. "Brian. We're on a mission. I'm not your lover, nor will I ever be! Please never say that again!" 

Brian looked both saddened and confused. "Oh. Oh, I'm sorry Kim. I was so carried away by the mind-blowing sex that I kind of forgot what this is all about. I'm sorry."

As I struggled with my clothes I just nodded at him and said, "No problem. But remember what this is all about. A baby. Nothing more." 

I ran home, cleaned up and waited to fall into Dan's arms. When he came in, I did just that, and dinner was several hours late that night. I felt so guilty about what us three conspirators were doing behind his back but it was for a good cause. 

I didn't get pregnant that month so I was forced to wait for ovulation the next month. Neither Brian nor Betty said a word about the events of those first three days during the entire waiting period. 

The next month's ovulation arrived and I found myself in Betty's bedroom with Brian. Brian's mother had come to visit them and was using the guest room. We had no choice but to use their marital bed for our sessions. Betty had maneuvered Brian's mom to an afternoon of shopping while her husband and I brought each other to wave after wave of sexual heights. 

By the third day of this cycle I was looking forward to the time with Brian. He was a very good lover and seemed to have unlimited reserves of cum. We were now doing things that I never had even thought of. Brian had rented a couple of porno flicks to aid our sessions and we began trying everything they did in the movies. I found that Brian's cum tasted much saltier and sweeter than Dan's. It must have been the sperm that gave it that taste. He found that I responded much more than Betty did.

Between us, we were like two teenagers exploring their first experiences with sex. In our last session I had just licked his asshole and then frigged myself with my fingers on one hand as I slowly stroked his dick with the other.

He had poured at least a pint of cum into my waiting womb. I knew as soon as he blasted his load into me that we had succeeded. I just knew I was pregnant. One week later, I took the home pregnancy test and it said positive!

I ran next door to Betty and fell into her arms. "Oh Betty, we did it! I'm pregnant! I can't thank you enough. I can't thank Brian enough! Where is he? I have to tell him!"

Betty was bursting with joy. Her gift had been successful and she giggled like a silly young girl, "Oh Kim. It's wonderful! Brian will be so pleased. He's at the office. Do you want to call him?"

"No. I think I'll just go down to his office and break the news to him. Then I can go to Dan's office and tell him!" I smiled as she thought of the happy afternoon ahead.

Betty just smiled and nodded. I ran home and grabbed my purse and headed for Brian's office. I hummed the entire drive downtown. The main parking lot was full so I pulled into the Marriott hotel lot next to Brian's office building. I felt a little naughty and thought Brian might get a kick out of holding the mother to be of his baby in his arms. But he certainly couldn't do that in his office. It would cause too many questions. 

I made a split second decision and went into the Marriott. I booked a room and then went to Brian's office. I had his secretary announce me and I swept into his office. He looked up somewhat startled to see me. Seeing how radiant I appeared he asked, "It's happened, hasn't it?" I just grinned and crooked my little finger at him. I said, "Follow me. Tell your secretary you have an appointment. I'll wait in the Marriott lobby."

He got up and grabbed his coat and gave me a full five-minute head start. I waited for him as promised and shortly after he swept through the hotel's front door. I walked up to him and simply said, "Room 1256." I walked passed him to the first open elevator and pushed up. Just as the door was about to the close a hand reached in and pushed it open. Brian jumped aboard and seemed to be beaming. He pulled me to him and kissed me. He pulled back and looked level into my eyes, "It's true? You're pregnant?" 

"Yes, I'm pregnant! I'm carrying your baby. Our baby." I all but cried as I held tightly to his neck and covered his face in kisses.

We fell through the door into the room and immediately fucked like two horny rabbits, our clothes littering the floor. It wasn't that I loved him. I adored him for what he had given me and we did do things to each other that we never attempted with our spouses, but I didn't love him. We had just made something wonderful together and I wanted us to enjoy it and each other at least one more time as we celebrated our accomplishment.

Later that afternoon, after two more orgasms and my first anal experience, I showered and dressed and then watched Brian do the same. We held each other and kissed deeply one more time. I thought this would be the last time we would be together and I was almost sorry it was over. Brian just looked deep into my eyes, patted my butt (which was now a little sore), waved and walked out the door. 

I smiled and waved back. A few minutes later I left the hotel and drove to Dan's office about three miles away. I whispered the news to his secretary and she announced me by saying, "Dan? There's someone out here you must see. I'll send her in." She smiled broadly as she waved me into Dan's office. 

I swept through the door and danced over to his desk. He rose looking confused. "Kim? What's wrong?"

"Nothing my dearest darling husband. Nothing at all." I reached out and pulled him to me and kissed him. 

"What is it Kim?"

"Oh, nothing much. It's just you're going to be a Daddy. I thought you should know and we should go celeb-" Dan yelled interrupting my little speech. 

"Pregnant? Are you sure?" Dan questioned.

"Yes my darling. We are having a baby!" I chuckled at Dan's confused expression.

Dan's face broke into a huge smile. "A baby. My God, finally. It's a miracle. I love you." He embraced me in a big hug. 

For the next nine months life was wonderful. Dan was the typical doting father-to-be and I was in heaven. Even the morning sickness was welcomed. The only thing was I sometimes got nostalgic for the baby's father, Brian. 




All My Children? Pt. 03



A week after I had made my announcement to Dan he had to leave town for a two-day business trip to Atlanta. I helped him pack and sent him off as he kissed me and rubbed my stomach with his big innocent grin. 

That night I had just finished talking with Dan. He had called to say he had arrived safely and missed my "surprise package" and me as he put it. 

I told him I missed him too and we wished each other a good night's sleep and lots of love and hung up.

The phone rang almost immediately and I thought it was Dan calling again to tell me something he forgot.

I answered, "Hey baby."

I heard Brian's voice reply, "Hey to you to Baby."

I was surprised. "Brian, what do you want?"

He was blunt, "Kim, I need one more night with you. After what we have done together, and what we have done to each other accomplishing it, I just can't stop cold turkey like we have. Can we celebrate together just once more?"

"Brian. I can't. I'd love to but I can't. Having you get me pregnant is one thing, but fucking you after I knew I was pregnant is something else. It, it feels like cheating."

"It's not, Kim. I'm the baby's father, damn it. I'm not an unfeeling bastard. I'm a man with feelings. I need to end this on terms that I can live with. And just stopping cold turkey left me hanging with emotions I don't know how to deal with. I helped you. Now, can you help me?"

I thought for a moment. I, too, had some unresolved emotions involving Brian that needed to be dealt with. As the baby's father, he did have some emotions that Betty and I had caused. He would never have felt this bad if it hadn't been for us. 

I finally replied, "Okay Brian. Where can we meet? When?" 

Brian said, "I'll be at your house at 1 PM tomorrow. Betty is getting an afternoon and sleepover at the Canyon Ranch Spa. I bought it for her yesterday when I heard Dan was going to be away on a business trip."

I felt a tingle go through my body. Brian was sending Betty away for the afternoon and night so he could be with me. I thought, we're going to fuck again. Oh shit. I've got to stop it. Tomorrow is it. No more. Tomorrow we celebrate our baby for the last time.

And so we did and so it was. I did things with Brian that day that I was totally embarrassed about. He made me do things that made me so hot I was ready to be fucked by anybody that happened to be around. Lucky for Brian he was the only one around. We did our screwing in Dan's and my bed. Actually we fucked all over the bedroom. We also did it in the kitchen, family room, living room, and over the dining room table. 

This was the time when we started talking dirty to each other. Brian started it with comments like, "Kim, I love that hot pussy of yours. Tell me its all mine." He was plowing me with abandon as I replied with things like, "Yeh baby. This pussy belongs to you now. I'll always think of you when Dan is doing me." And it got raunchier from that point on.

I didn't mean a word of it. I'm sure he didn't either. But it made us both extremely hot. We could never say things like that to our loved ones. They would think we were perverts. But to each other we could say anything and do anything of a sexual nature. And we did. Over and over, again and again. Well into the early evening. He finally had to leave to get home to feed the kids. 

By the time Brian had his fill of me, we had passed a hidden line of some kind. We both knew we would not do this again. But we both knew we had loved doing it to each other. Saying those wicked things and doing sexual acts we never could ask our spouses to do would forever be our secret. 

I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Megan. She did look like both Dan and myself. Of course she really had Brian's features, but they were close enough to pass for Dan's. 

Brian would watch her from afar and feel pride at the wonderful daughter he could never admit having. He sometimes wished he could shove this knowledge down Dan's throat when Dan boasted about something Megan had done. But he would look at Betty and me and just laugh at the story Dan was telling. 

I worried for a while but as time went by, things smoothed into a normal routine and all was well. 

It was a while later that I decided Megan needed a brother or sister, I hesitantly approached Betty about it. She said she needed to think about it for a while. Then she called me to come over for some coffee. Once we were seated she said, "Okay Kim. This is the last time. I felt very uncomfortable with Brian's relationship with me for a few months after you got pregnant last time. I was afraid you two had real feelings for each other. But I appeared to be wrong. I guess Brian just had a hard time dealing with all of it. It's okay with me if it is with him. He gets home early tonight so we can find out then. Just wait with me and we can talk sister stuff until then." 

Brian showed up about forty-five minutes before Dan was due home. When he walked in, I just stood up and announced, "Brian, I want another baby. Can you? Will you father another child for me?"

Brian looked floored. He stammered, "W-What? Again? Jesus, I don't know. I-I had a real hard time getting over last time. Seeing my daughter living so close and not be able to hold her or be the Dad that I know I am has been tough. I - I don't know if I can go through it again. Let me sleep in it. Let me have some time to think this over. Please?"

Betty and I could say nothing except that he should do what he thought right. 

Two days went by. Dan had just left for work when there was knock on the door. I opened it and there stood Betty and Brian. I let them in and after settling in the living room I awaited one of them to say something. I couldn't help but notice that Betty was sitting in the exact spot on the couch where Brian had ass fucked me all of those years ago when we had met for the last time. 

Brian cleared his throat and said, "Okay Kim. I'll make a baby for you one last time. This is it. No more after this." 

Betty nodded without looking overly happy about it. She said, "Kim, this is Brian's decision. I'm not real happy about this second child, but it was my idea originally and I guess one more time will not cause any more damage than last time. At least I hope not."

With that we fell to arranging the liaison dates. My most fertile period was in one week. Brian agreed to start then. We would meet at our house during the day while Dan was at work. Betty felt more comfortable this time with us doing it at my house instead of hers. 

True to form, Brian arrived right on time and we fell into bed. Immediately we took up where we had ended it. We talked trash to each other, we did things that we would never do with our spouses. I was sore in places I didn't know I had when Brian left my house over the next three days. But he left gallons of virile baby making juice in my willing womb. 

I was still so hot from that session with Brian that when Dan got home, I literally attacked him and we had the hottest sex we ever had for most of the night. It was so much better than with Brian. Not only was it hot it was with love. Nothing could surpass that night.

I checked the test strips one week after our last session. Sure enough, I was pregnant again. It had only taken three times to ensure my belly would swell with new life again. 

Over the next month I planned out some things. First Brian and I would get together a few more times. Just so we could both ease out of the intense sexual relationship we had developed. Brian set up a friend at a radio station to announce to Betty she had won three-night stay at Canyon Ranch Spa. Actually Brian had bought the three night package for Betty so we could get her out of the picture while we weaned ourselves from each others sexual grasp. 

We met all three days while Betty was away. On the first day, we talked our normal trash to each other. 

"My god, you get my hot, Babe," Brian partially moaned.


"Me too, big boy. We certainly know how to turn each other on!" I panted. We both laughed between inhalations of our breath.


"It's a real shame that Dan's equipment is so defective. He could be enjoying this hot box of yours!" Brian laughed.


"No way, my baby making hunk, this hot box is now all yours. And always will be!" I groaned. "Just do some more of that to me please. Yes, right there. Oh, Yes!"


Seconds later, I had a very intense organism and gasped loudly. 


"My God, Brian, you sure know how to eat pussy!" I laughed.

We screwed in several places that first afternoon. And our raunchy conversations continued.

"Kim, baby, get down there and do that super blow job that only you do. I've always loved getting sucked off by you," Brian moaned.


I dropped down and took his prick into my mouth. I sucked on it for few minutes and then I said, "I just love nibbling on these wonderful baby making balls of yours. Are you ready to cum now?" 


"Yeh, just a few more strokes with that loving mouth of yours and you can have all of the baby juice you want."


Seconds later Brian exploded in my mouth. 


I tried to talk with my mouth full. "I've always loved the taste of your cum. It is so much sweeter than Dan's. It must be all of those wonderful little baby makers swimming around in it." 

This bullshit continued as we tried to make each other hotter and hotter. Each time we came down from an erotic high we knew it was one less time before we parted ways again.

Brian asked me, "When are you going to tell Dan that you are pregnant again? I'm glad we have been able to get together a couple of times since you found out. It has been nice to be with you and know we have made a baby." 


I sighed, "Probably on Tuesday, that will give us one more chance to be together."

The next morning, I decided on how to surprise Dan with my news. I'd tell him when he got home tonight. Then tomorrow with Brian would end it. From then on it would just be Dan and our babies. Yes, that would be the way it would be. 

That night I bounced in at 5 PM with Megan in tow and said "Megan, honey, go to your room and put your stuff away, I have to talk to daddy for a minute."

Megan gave each of us a hug and ran upstairs. I said to Dan, "Dan, I have some wonderful news. We are going to be parents again!" 

Dan jumped up and pushed me away with all of his strength. I hit the wall hard and slid down to the floor. I stared at Dan and wailed, "Dan, what is wrong? Why did you do that? Aren't you happy about our new baby?" 

Dan started laughing hysterically. "Our new baby? OUR new baby? Who the hell are you trying to kid, you whoring bitch? I know that bastard you're carrying is Brian's! And I know Megan is not mine either. Did you think you could whore your way through life and leave me paying the bills for the bastard kids? Did you think I was so stupid that I would never find out?"

I had my head in my hands rocking back and forth. "Dan, please let me explain, it's not what you-" 

Shut the fuck up, you bitch! I've had enough of your lying. You've been lying to me for at least four years now. No more!" 

I tried to rise and slipped back down. "How did you find out? We were so careful. I never wanted to hurt you or-"


"What part of shut the fuck up didn't you understand? You're nothing more than a whoring slut. If it wasn't for the fact your kids are all bastards I'd take them away from you as an unfit mother." I recoiled in shock. 


"It wasn't supposed to be this way. Brian said-" 


"Don't say his name again. Ever! Not in my presence. I want to know one thing. How many times have you two fucked? Hundreds probably, eh?"

I shook my head and tried to respond between sobs. "We only did it maybe ten times." 


"I didn't ask for an estimate did I? HOW MANY TIMES?" Dan screamed.

"OK, a dozen times in the last four and half years. Does that make you happy to know?"

Dan jumped up and looked around and grabbed his baseball bat. He headed out the door. I yelled at him, "Dan, please, wait. I can explain all of this. It's not what you think. Brian and I are not lovers. Please wait!" 

But it was too late, Dan stood in the driveway waiting for Brian to arrive. I yelled again, "Dan, don't hurt him! He's nothing. He means nothing! He was just a means to an end. Don't hurt him!"

Dan turned and looked at me as if I was some crazy person. I ran back in the house and dialed Betty's number. She answered. "Hello?" 

"Betty, Dan knows! He's going to hurt Brian! Call Brian and tell him not to come home, yet. Maybe we can calm Dan down." 

Betty was taken back. "Dan knows? How? It's been over for weeks. How did he find out?"

I couldn't tell my sister that her husband and I were still meeting to taper off each other. I just yelled, "No time now. Dan will kill him if he shows up!"

With that I hung hoping she could contact Brian before it was too late. But just then I heard Brian's car come in the driveway. Too late! Oh god, too late.

I ran to the door just in time to see Dan lay into Brian. I heard Brian's arm snap as the bat hit it. I heard the sickening thud and crack of Brian's jaw breaking under the attack of Dan's bat. 

I saw Betty run out and try to stop Dan. I saw Dan poke the end of the bat into Betty's solar plexus and Betty go down gasping for air. Contrary to other reports, Dan never hit Betty with the bat. 

I stood frozen as Dan began pounding Brian's groin with the bat. Betty had made her way up to a sitting position, I ran out yelling for Dan to stop. "Dan, oh please stop. Don't hurt him anymore. Please, we all need to explain this mess to you. Can you please get a grip on yourself?" 

Dan looked at me in some sort of crazed face and yelled back at me, "Get a grip? You lying bitch! You get pregnant by this bastard not once but twice and try to pass the kids off as ours? And you want me to get a grip? Screw you. You probably have been screwed by half of the men in county anyway. I'm sure you and your sister have both enjoyed sharing him."

At this point I knew all was lost. He was completely out of control. I thought he would kill Brian and all I could do was break into tears. 

Dan looked at me and yelled, "So you feel sorry for this shit head, you whore? Let me show you what happens to cheating friends." With that he hammered Brian's crotch two more times. Brian's crotch was now crimson and a pool of blood surrounded his hips on the ground. The seat of Brian's pants indicated that he had shit himself and pissed at least a quart. 


Dan looked from me to Betty. "I hope you two got your fill of your joint lover, because he will never ever again service either one of you. He looks pretty sexy right now doesn't he? All covered in blood and his own piss and shit and vomit.


"He'll never screw anybody else with that equipment." He said as he threw down the bat in front of me. "I heard you say how much you liked his baby maker balls, so take the bat. There are some pieces of what is left of those balls on the bat. You can treasure it forever." 


With that he walked slowly back to the house. He heard me say how much I licked Brian's balls? Where had he heard that? I couldn't take any time to try to work that out. A neighbor must have seen what was happening and called the cops. I heard sirens approaching. 

The cops pulled up in a matter of seconds and jumped out demanding to know what was going on. They saw Brian on the ground and called for the EMT. Betty was next to Brian trying to comfort him oblivious to all around her. The cops asked me what had happened. I was in shock and couldn't speak. All I could do was moan and rock back and forth as I saw my marriage disappear. 

The police finally pieced together the story and, with weapons drawn, went to our house to subdue my crazed husband. I sobbed as I watched them haul Dan off. He never looked right or left. He simply stared straight ahead and ignored the still gristly scene with Brian's blood and testicles spattered all over the driveway.

I was totally lost at this point. My Dan hated me for what I had done. He had done serious bodily injury to Brian. Betty was hysterical at what had happened. 

I made arrangements for my parents to watch Megan for the next couple of days. I simply told them that Dan had seemed to have a nervous breakdown and he had hurt my brother. It was easier to lie to them then to tell them the truth. The truth that their daughter was putting out to their son-in-law and had been caught. 

I slept at Betty's that night as we tried to comfort each other in our miseries. I had managed to contact Dan's attorney and find out that he would be kept overnight in county jail and arraigned in the morning. 

First thing in the morning, Betty and I went to the hospital and were allowed to see Brian. His face was a mess and tubes hung everywhere. The doctor told Betty that he might never be able to have sex again because of his severe groin injuries. We cried together. She cried for the devastating injuries to her husband, and I for being the cause of those injuries. 

We left the hospital when Brian fell into a drug induced sleep and headed for the courthouse. We found the right courtroom and waited for Dan's arraignment. He was finally led in to court. He looked awful! He glanced up and saw me and made no sign of recognition. 

His lawyer pled him not guilty and the judge set his bail at $150,000. Where would I get that much money? I needed Dan out of jail so I could attempt to smooth over the problems. 

Betty leaned over and whispered to me, "We can put our business up as collateral for the bail. I'm as much to blame for this mess as you are. Dan can't rot in jail for something we planned and kept secret from him."

I nodded my head and looked up to see Dan being taken back through the door that led to the county lockup. I sobbed and ran from the courtroom with Betty right behind me. I think he saw me run out, but I'm not sure.

It took us three days to put the bail deal together. Betty had to convince Brian that it was in all of our best interest to get Dan out of jail. He finally relented and agreed to the terms we were going to propose to Dan's attorney. Dan had to give Betty and me a chance to defend what had happened and why. He had to be made to see I only screwed Brian to have children. 

I contacted Dan's attorney as soon as we had the bail lined up and went to see him that same day. I told him that we would provide the bail and if Dan would be willing to meet with us at Brian's hospital room. He called me the next morning and said that Dan had agreed and we would be at the hospital at 5 PM. Betty immediately posted the bail. 

I dressed in an outfit that I knew Dan liked and got to Brian's room about ten minutes before Dan was due there. I was a nervous wreck. I had to convince Dan that there was nothing between Brian and me. 

Dan opened the door at exactly five o'clock. He looked from one to the other of us without actually acknowledging any of us. A smile seemed to pull at the corner of his mouth as he inspected Brian's bandage face. 

Dan just stood and waited. Finally his lawyer said, "You ladies asked for this meeting, so do you want to explain why we are here?" 

I rose to my feet a little unsteady and replied, "Dan, I – We are so sorry. There was sex between Brian and I but it was solely for making a baby. There was and is no love between us. Betty knew about this whole thing and it was even her idea. Please forgive us all for lying to you. We never intended for you to find out. We hoped you would go to your grave thinking Megan and our new baby were yours. That was my hope and prayer." 

Dan looked disgusted and simply asked, "Making a baby? What the hell are you talking about?" 

"Well, after so long it became apparent that with your low sperm count we were never going to conceive a child. I was becoming desperate for a baby. I had many long soul wrenching conversations with Betty about it. She was the one that came up with the idea that obviously Brian was a really fertile guy. You and he look a lot alike so a baby by either of you could easily pass for the other's child.




All My Children? Pt. 03



"It took her a while to convince Brian that if he helped me conceive a child, our marriage would actually be stronger and more complete. She played on his deep feelings for you as his best friend and he finally caved into the idea.


"So about five years ago we started meeting for sex during my ovulation period. Betty allowed us to use their bedroom for these sessions. She was wonderful about it." 

"After six attempts, I became pregnant with Megan. Brian was really happy that he was going to be a father again but understood he could never let you know that. Betty was happy that she had given us such a wonderful gift, too.


"I wanted you and me to have a child, Dan. I did my best to accomplish it. The sex was simply to make a baby. It was not for enjoyment or love or lust. It was for our Megan. Recently, I decided I wanted one more child, a boy if possible, so we conspired to create another baby. I'm so sorry that you found out and jumped to the wrong conclusions.

"So the sex was just to make a baby?" Dan asked. 


"Yes."

"And you only did it until you knew you were pregnant?"


"Oh, yes."

Dan looked at Betty and asked, "And you knew about this and it was OK with you?"

Betty smiled sadly and nodded her head. "We tried to give the ultimate gift to you two. I'm so sorry it was received so badly. We should have brought you in on it and hoped that you would understand. I can see why you are so upset." 

Dan looked hard at Betty and let out a sigh. "Betty, I am no longer upset about anything. After beating the crap out of Brian I lost all anger. I'm just sorry that you have been suckered into this, too." 

"What do you mean?"

"Betty, I have proof that this was more than sex to make a baby."

"What evidence?" I sobbed. "There is no evidence. I'm not like that! I did this for the children!" 

Dan sighed and looked tired as he replied, "No Kim, you may have thought that but an objective person hearing you two talk would think otherwise. It may have started that way, but it is not that way now. Is it?"

"I don't know what you mean." I almost yelled at him. I was getting so angry.

"All right, if you must prolong this farce, then let's just hear the evidence and ask a few simple questions. Your answers to those questions will determine the futures of everyone in this room and all of our children."

Dan reached in his bag and pulled out that infamous memory stick with audio recordings he had made in our house. He had taped the conversations I had with Brian when we were screwing there over those last three days! 

At that moment I knew I was lost. Dan and Betty both heard that bullshit stuff that Brian and I used to say to each other to heat up the passion. 

Dan's taped conversations showed that I lied with each answer I tried to make to Dan's questions. 

He asked me if the sex was just to make a baby and I said yes it was. He played part of taped conversation between Brian and me that when listened to, seem to imply we were actually true lovers. Brian and I both knew the real truth, but Brian couldn't talk and any thing I said sounded trite and unacceptable to Dan. Hell, it even sounded that way to me. 

He played part of Brian and my taper off session where I gave him a blow job. That sealed my fate with both Dan and Betty since no way in hell is a blowjob part of clinically getting pregnant. 

Finally, he played the tapes to completion that showed Brian and I had gotten together several times after I found out I was pregnant. This truly sealed my doom. 

Betty walked over to me and slapped me hard on the face and yelled, "You lousy bitch!" She stormed out of the room 

Dan reached in his bag and pulled out some papers. He handed me a set of papers and said in a very deflated voice, "You were a good wife but not an honest wife. You lied, cheated, and made me a cuckold. You're hereby served with notice for divorce action on 'irreconcilable differences'. If you contest it, you will hear this recording and others in court. Your call, whore." All I could do was nod. He then told me that my credit cards were now invalid and our bank accounts were closed. In the papers was a cashier's check for half of our liquid assets.

Dan threw a set of papers on Brian's bed and with hatred in his voice said, "Asshole, these papers indicate that I am suing you for back child support for your bastard kid. You will pay me $50,000 and establish a college trust for Megan and this new bastard you have on the way. We will have the trust administered by Reverend Fuller, our church pastor, and you will tell him exactly why you have to provide the trust. I want our church members to know just what a slime both you and Kim are. You will also acknowledge to Megan that you are now her 'Daddy'. Got it?" 

All Brian could do was nod. 

Dan turned back to me and spat, "I'm sure Betty is going to have a few more things for you to do, but that is between you and her. As far as Betty and you are concerned, I hope she can someday forgive you, Kim. I now have to run and pick up Megan. I have to tell her that I am not her Daddy any more." 


I was near panic. "No! Please, Don't do that. She's only four, she will not understand! Can't we wait for a few years and then tell her?"


"You just want to keep lying don't you, you pathetic piece of trash. NO! It stops now. I will tell her today and be done with it. Whether you two want to step up to your responsibilities in this is your business, not mine," Dan roared at me. 

Dan turned and left the room. All that could be heard was me sobbing and Brian moaning in a state of shock and physical pain.

Betty came back in and stared at us for a moment. She walked over and slapped me, again. She said, "We're done as sisters." She turned to Brian and said, "When you get out of here, find somewhere else to live. I'll cut what's left of those nuts off myself if you come home."

The next morning, Brian tried to renege on the agreement with Dan and have him prosecuted. I couldn't let Dan go to jail for something that I'd caused. Megan couldn't have a jailbird as a father. I worked on Brian for days and days to get him to relent. 

When Dan got wind that Brian was going back on the deal we had made, Dan skipped bail. He didn't skip it to run away. No, he skipped out to cause Brian extra pain. As soon as he skipped, the bail was revoked by and lost to the court. Since Brian's business had been put up for collateral, the bail bondsman, to recover his money, placed the business in receivership. 

Brian finally just gave up after seeing his marriage die, his business taken from him, and me bitching at him everyday about how he was as much to blame for this whole mess as I was. He just wanted to leave town and try to forget any of this ever happened. 

When Dan left the hospital room he had declared he was going to tell Megan, our little four-year-old daughter, that he wasn't her father. I couldn't imagine him actually doing that. But he did!

He actually told her that Brian was her real father and he, Dan, was just her uncle. The poor little thing was so confused and sad. 

I knew he had done it when I walked in the house and saw the look on his face. I yelled at him, "Dan, how could you! She is only four years old. She can't possibly understand this whole thing." 

Dan raised his hand and yelled back, "Kim, just shut up. You brought this on yourself and have impacted innocent little Megan and me. I've told Megan that Brian's her father and it was your decision. And by God, it was your decision the first time you spread your legs for that asshole."

I fell to my knees and tried to reason with him, "Oh Dan, you just don't understand why I did what I did or how little Brian means to me."

Dan stood up and walked to the garage door. He opened the door and then turned to me and said, "I guess I don't and I really don't care to know at this time. All I know is YOUR child is upstairs in tears and there is nothing I can do to make it better. I suggest you go tend to Megan's emotional needs and I will go tend to mine."

He left the house and never set foot in it again. 

Betty had told our parents what I had done with Brian and now they thought I was trash. Sleeping with your brother does not endear yourself to a straight and narrow set of parents. Actually my mom still had some contact with me but my father refused to allow me in the house or anyone in the family to talk to me. So my mom had to sneak around to get some time with me and to help me out from time to time. 

It was really rough on her and she started drinking to "calm her nerves" as she put it.

I convinced Dan to meet me at a local pub a few weeks later. I told him I needed a chance to explain and to seek his forgiveness. It was a disastrous meeting. Every time I tried to explain what had happened and why he threw it back in my face. By the time the meeting was over I really understood how he saw my actions. 

Megan was becoming more and more of a discipline problem since Dan had made his announcement to her and left her life. I had gone through all of the available sitters and none would even return my calls now. My family had basically disowned me except for those rare occasions when mom could sneak away and spend some time with me. Brian had left town and I didn't know where he had gone. But then, I really didn't care about him anyway. 

I was several months along on the pregnancy now. What with the stress of Dan's discovering the truth, my sleepless nights of guilt, no appetite, and Megan's rebellion against me, the pregnancy was not going well. I had to visit the doctor almost weekly because I was afraid the baby would suffer from my problems. 

I finally got up the nerve to approach Dan about sitting Megan while I had my doctor's appointments. He at first balked because I was going to the doctor to tend to "Brian's bastard baby" as he put it. 

I almost gave up and started to walk away when he relented and said he would sit her and maybe help get her emotionally stable again. I think he felt some regrets for exposing poor little Megan to the whole sordid mess. 

I have to say I was still hoping against hope that Dan would come around and forgive me. So I did the very worst thing I could do to the situation, I tried to use Megan to turn Dan back to us. I kept saying to her, "Uncle Brian had only helped Mommy make you and your new brother or sister. He helped me a lot to get you born. But, your Daddy will always be Dan. He's your real Daddy." 

I knew she would throw that up to Dan at every opportunity. I counted on his anger melting away when he looked into those innocent eyes pleading with him to be her daddy. 

I dropped her off and heard her calling Dan 'daddy'. I smiled to myself as I drove away knowing she would be working on Dan the entire time I was at the doctor's office. I'd win him back with her help!

I was stunned when I returned to Dan's to pick her up. I was immediately blasted by Dan, "for filling her head with such bullshit." 

I didn't relent. I kept telling Megan that Dan loved her and was her daddy. He kept telling her it wasn't true and that Brian was her daddy. Megan spiraled further down into rebelling against both of us because she was now so confused. But I screwed up again and failed to see how scarred our little girl was at getting over Dan and my faults. 

This finally came to a head in the sixth week of Dan watching her while I went to the doctor. Dan announced, "Kim, I can't watch Megan any more. This crap you're filling her head with about me being her father is just poisoning her and me. Get someone else to watch her because I just can't see her being pulled apart like this any more."

At that moment I knew all was lost. He rejected Megan to save himself. He refused to forgive me or even acknowledge there might be a chance someday. 

I angrily turned to leave with Megan in tow and vowed, "Ok Dan, you win. I will tell her tonight that Brian is her father and you are not. Happy now?"

"No Kim, I am not happy. But what has to be done has to be done. Maybe we can set up some more visits with me after the shock of you talking with her wears off. I still do love-"

"I don't think so." I stopped him. "You either are in her life or you are not. I can't go on like this either. I'll get mom to watch her."

Dan got a concerned look on his face and said something like, "Don't do that! Your mom's an alcoholic! Megan isn't safe with her when she is drinking!"

I sniffed at him and left. 

And now I made my last big mistake. In fact, it is the worst mistake I ever made. I gave the care of my little girl over to my mom while I went to the doctor. 

And, I have to confess this, I knew she had been drinking when she picked Megan up that last time. I just didn't want to admit it. 

As you already know if you read the two chapters of this story that Dan wrote, Mom drove through a red light and was hit by a large truck. She was killed instantly and so was my little girl. My baby girl, my reason for living, was gravely injured and in a coma for almost a month. 

I couldn't bear to go to the hospital to see her because I knew it was my fault. My world crashed down as I finally got it through my head that this whole sad story was my fault. I knew Dan was spending every day with Megan. He read to her, brushed her hair, washed her face, and just loved her. Loved her as a father should. I think at the moment she died in his arms that he knew he had thrown away a chance of always being her father. 

I was crushed at her death and was teetering on the edge of a black abyss. At the funeral Dan stared at me with venom in his eyes. Dan, still angry at me beyond words for my failure to keep Megan safe as well as my "affair" with Brian mouthed some words at me from across our Megan's coffin. He said, "It's all your fault. You killed her." 

I totally broke down and had to be helped away from the gravesite. Yes, I had killed her, just as I had killed Dan, just as I had killed my mom. 

It was just a few days later that I looked inward and saw that calm place. That place had a beautiful pond, pastures with golden flowers, ever radiant sun drenched skies, and a beautiful home with Dan, Megan, our new baby boy, Jonathan, my mom and dad, and Betty. We were all happy and always laughing and hugging. 

I went to live there in my mind. I don't remember anything of the real world for what they tell me was almost six years. I do remember fragments of dream world. I remember making love to Dan only to have his face and body morph into Brian. We would begin those hot sexual sessions again. After it was over and I came down from the sexual high, he would morph back into Dan who would be holding me and stroking my hair. Why is Brian injecting himself on my wonderful life? I used to ask myself in that dream world. 

I vaguely remember that one day while I was playing with my children Dan approached and said, "Please forgive me. I was wrong. And I forgive you for everything." 

At the time, it made no sense to me. 

One day I was making love to Dan and he changed into Brian and I asked him. "Why are you here? I don't want you, I want Dan." 

He laughed in reply and said, "This is your dream, not mine. I'm here because you still think about me. And about what we used to do to each other."

I bolted up and yelled "No! Dan and my children are my life. You've nothing to do with it now! Go away!" And he faded into nothingness with those words. 

I actually didn't say those things. I tried to, but it had been years since I said anything and my vocal cords just wouldn't work yet. But I did sit straight up in the bed and suddenly found myself back in reality. 

Needless to say the doctors were amazed that I had found my way back after so long. They slowly exposed me to the world again. 

One day, I remembered all of the hurt and pain with Dan and Megan and mom, and I cried in great sobs. The doctors said that was good. I had to let it out and let it go. 

A week later, they told me my Dad had committed suicide after my mom had died. I was extremely sad about that. They didn't tell me until almost two years later that he had left a note blaming me for my mom's and my daughter's deaths. By that time I was emotionally strong enough to handle it and I actually agreed with him. I had long since forgiven myself for my errors in judgment that led up to the disastrous life I had when I "went away". 

About four days after I returned to the real world, it suddenly dawned on me that I had been pregnant the last thing I remembered. I asked the doctor about my baby. He cleared his throat and said, "Yes, you gave birth to a baby boy. He is now a little over five years old and lives with his father."

"Brian has my baby?" I said in a panic. "Where is he?" 

The doctor looked confused. "No. I don't know any Brian. The baby is with your ex-husband, Dan." 

"Whaaat? I - I don't believe it. How did Dan end up with my baby?" I wailed.

"Well, he is the father. So he claimed his right to take over raising the boy."

"What do you mean? Brian is the father. Dan walked away. It's not Dan's!"

The doctor looked almost amused. "Kim, calm down. I don't know what has you so confused, but unless DNA testing is totally inaccurate, your ex-husband, Dan, is 99.99998% likely to be the father!"

I was totally confused. How could Dan be the father? Brian was the one that pumped all of that potent seed into me. 

I steeled myself and asked, "Is there any way I can see my baby boy? What's his name? What does he look like?" 

The nurse accompanying the doctor stepped forward and said, "His name is Daniel Brian Fanning. He looks just like his father." 

"Daniel BRIAN Fanning? Who named him Brian?"

"Well I believe it was young Daniel's step mom. Her name is Betty. You know she looks a lot like you." The nurse replied. 

"B – Betty married my Dan? My sister married my husband?" I shook my head trying to grasp what I was being told. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know about your sister. But, yes, I believe that is what happened." 

"You never answered my question. Is there any way to see my son?" I asked cautiously. I was afraid I knew the answer already.

"Well, yes. We've just been waiting for you to recall the fact you had a baby and come to grips with him being over five years old now." The doctor stated.

He continued, "Mr. And Mrs. Fanning actually have brought Daniel to see you on every one of his birthdays since you had him. They point to you and tell him that you 're his real mother and that you love him but you are very sick. He's actually kissed you each time and said that he loved you." 

I was thunderstruck. 

The doctor moved toward the door and stated, "I'll call Mr. Fanning right now and see if I can arrange a visit. He and his wife have been very interested in your recovery and since they are assigned as your medical surrogates they have every right to be kept abreast of your status."

"My medical surrogates? They've been making medical decisions on my behalf? Why would they do that?" I just couldn't figure out what was happening.

It was two days before a visit could be arranged and I was on pins and needles awaiting their arrival. The nurse had brought in her makeup case and we had worked all morning for me to look presentable. I was now dressed in a nice looking running suit that hid my skinny body. The doctors had kept me alive but I had lost tons of weight while I was "away". 

It was two in the afternoon and they were due to arrive any minute. I was jumpy and nervous and terrified. What could I say to Dan? Or say to Betty? Or say to my child I had never met? 

I was still pondering these questions when the door burst open and entered a small bundle of pure energy about three and a half feet tall. He looked exactly like Dan. He bounded in yelling "Mommy! Mommy! Are you really awake?"