Another Tiara
mc; Mg; preg; inc
When Raphael Ragsdale arrived at his sister Mary's house for Christmas, he was not the first of his nieces' uncles to arrive, which was perhaps fortunate. Otherwise he would have never been greeted by his oldest niece. Abby hadn't been at Christmas last year. So he hadn't seen what The Tiara Room and his sister's brother-in-law Jeb had done to her.
The last time Rafe had seen his oldest niece, Abby had been playing soccer. She'd been dressed in her green uniform shirt with the number eight on it, black shorts, and long green socks. When Rafe saw her for the first time on her eleventh Christmas, she was naked, trying to get her baby to stop crying. Her belly seemed to already be swelling with another child, and her once pony-tailed hair was only restrained by a silver tiara.
"Uncle Rafe!" Abby called out, spotting him. "Come meet your new grand-niece ... if she'll ever stop crying."
"Perhaps I can try," a man that Rafe recognized as his sister's brother-in-law Jeb. The man was dressed in farmer's clothes, and had a possessive gaze over both his niece and her baby. Abby carefully handed over her baby, who almost immediately stopped crying.
"Just wanted her father, again," Abby said with a smile. Then she turned, and picked up where she usually did when Rafe arrived, jumping into his arms to hug him.
"A little big for that now, and are you pregnant again?" Rafe asked his naked niece, as he disentangled himself carefully from her.
"Yes, five almost six months," Abby said, kissing her uncle on the cheek and allowing him to find a seat. "What did you bring me?" She took a seat on his lap.
"That's going to have to wait for Christmas, young lady," Rafe replied, as his brother-in-law Malachi entered the room. "Where are Mary and the rest of my nieces?"
"Mary took Delilah and Medina shopping," Malachi replied. "It seems that what ever they got for Abby wasn't right, and they wanted something for little Bethany, not that my granddaughter will remember her first Christmas, at seven months."
"Didn't take you long to knock up my niece, Jeb," Rafe said. "And it looks like you're keeping her that way."
"Yep," Jeb said. "Long as I keep the batteries working in her tiara."
"So, you ready to take Delilah to The Tiara Room, Rafe?" Malachi asked.
Rafe spotted the picture of Delilah on the end table. She was her mother's daughter in looks, reminding him of his little sister when he was growing up. He'd so wanted to get into his sister's panties when she was ten to his fifteen. Unfortunately he hadn't had the time or the ability to convince his sister to have his babies, before his mother had put his sister on birth control. Somehow once he'd learned that Mary was protected from having babies, the urge went away. Still, he'd had many a fantasy of his sister's belly swelling with his child, just like his oldest niece was having her uncle's. Thanks to his brother-in-law's efforts and The Tiara Room, he'd be getting the next best thing. "Yes."
"Good," Malachi said. "Mary will be staying home to watch Medina and Bethany and wait for your brother Gabriel."
"Too bad he drew the short straw," Jeb said. "He'll have to wait a few years for Medina. Oh, Malachi, am I right in seeing that Mary's pregnant again?"
"Yep," Malachi said. "We can afford more children now. Maybe this time we'll have a boy."
"I live on a farm with a wind farm lease," Jeb said. "Not my problem"
"Yes, I should of stayed in the Smokies, Jeb," Malachi shot back.
Delilah, or Dee to her friends, was happy to be going to The Tiara Room. Every one said it was the best place in town, even if it did things to you. Not that you'd notice. Everyone else did, though. Dela had seen what happened to her older sister's best friend Brittany a couple years ago. Brittany had been the first girl she'd known go to The Tiara Room. The once tomboy started to only wear baby doll dresses, and she'd had two babies since. Then there was Dee's sister Abby who had come home naked from a post soccer championship dinner, and then moved in with her uncle Jeb, who'd knocked her up twice.
Dee knew it wouldn't happen to her. She was strong, and nothing could convince her to strip and let some boy into her body. She was not going to end up naked and pregnant, like her sister. She'd still go to The Tiara Room, though. The food was supposed to be really good, and this was the first time her father and her uncles were going to take her to a high class restaurant.
Her mother had let her pierce her ears last week, and she was wearing a pair of sliver studs. Abby had said that it would go perfect with the tiaras they handed out. Abby was still wearing the tiara, even as she nursed her baby, and that was all. Dee put on her first real bra and matching panties, before putting her best winter dress. It was made of red silk and green velvet. Dee loved it. She also put on her first pair of high heels, but couldn't find her stockings, so she went without them.
Then they got into the back seat of Uncle Rafe's truck, and headed over to The Tiara Room. It didn't take long to get to The Tiara Room, and when they did, Delilah discovered that it had valet parking, allowing her uncles to open the back doors of the Suburban and help both of them out. Delilah needed a bit of help from Uncle Rafe, as she wasn't quite used to the high heels. Abby's pregnancy pretty much mandated that Uncle Jeb help her out, as Dad opened the door for his daughters.
"Hawthorne, party of five," her father said, as they stood before the waiter. The waiter was dressed in a suit coat with tails, and a bow tie. Her father and uncles were nowhere near as well dressed.
"Oh yes, the one-thirty reservation for booth six," the waiter said. "One returning girl, and one new one. Miss Delilah, please have this tiara with The Tiara Room's compliments."
Delilah immediately put on the tiara. It was almost exactly like her older sister's, save that the jewel was a bit brighter. Then she started to follow the waiter to booth, only to totally forget how to walk in heels. She tripped, and was caught by the waiter, before she could hit the ground.
"Perhaps you should forgo the heels, Miss Delilah?" the waiter said.
Delilah found herself removing her heels and handing them over to the waiter. Then she followed him to the booth, her bare feet enjoying the feel of the thick carpet. When they got to the booth, Uncle Jeb and Abby sat on one side, and her father and Uncle Rafe on the other, leaving Dee to decide which to sit with. She chose to sit beside her Uncle Rafe.
Delilah had no idea that she was following right along to plan, just like her older sister had. As she looked at her naked and pregnant again sister sitting across from her, she resolved that she was not going to end up like her sister, naked, and pregnant again after barely a couple months between the end of her first pregnancy and the start of her current one.
The waiter handed out the menus, and Delilah began to look through them.
"Number three was good last time," Abby commented.
Delilah found herself agreeing with that it sounded like a good meal, even though it wasn't anything she usually ate. "Number three for me," she said, and then in an unintended rhyme, "I have to pee."
"The young ladies is over there," the waiter said.
Dee got up and walked to the young ladies, past the men's and woman's restroom's. She had to rush, as she really had to pee. She barely got her dress up and panties down before she couldn't stop from peeing. She wiped when she was done, and left her panties on the floor.
When she stepped out of the stall, she discovered that she wasn't alone in the young ladies. One of her friends, Cecilia, from class was there, and she'd lost her pants and panties. "Hey, Dee. Who finally brought you here? My older brother brought me."
"Hey Cee. Uncle Rafe wanted to go after Uncle Jeb and Abby gushed about it," Dee said, as her hands went around her back to unbutton her dress. "What happen to your pants?"
"I was wearing them a few minutes ago, and my panties are gone, too," Cecilia said puzzled, moving to dry her hands "Hey, why are you unbuttoning your dress?"
"I don't know," Dee said, as her dress slid to the floor. She stepped out of it as she went to wash her hands. "I guess I don't need it anyway."
"Pants and dresses just get in the way," Cecilia professed as the girl exited the restroom.
Delila only had her bra left, after she washed her hands and returned to her table. No one seemed to notice that she was nude in every way that mattered, including Dee. When she sat back down, she sat on Uncle Rafe's lap. Her bare bottom found that her Uncle Rafe had freed his cock from his pants.
Delilah squirmed against her uncle's cock. By the time the food was delivered, it was already poking into her pussy. It felt so good, and Dee had forgotten that she wasn't going to let her uncle have sex with her. Her uncle's hands found their way under her bra, and began to raise it, as Delilah squirmed to force his cock deeper into her. The bra bunched up under her arms, until her uncle decided to remove it, as Delilah began moving up and down on her uncle's hard cock, seeking completion.
The tiara demanded her nudity and acquiescence to the program that her uncle had demanded for her. The thought that it was the best time of the month for her to become pregnant passed through her mind, setting off her first orgasm. She cried out with pleasure, telling her family, "Oh, he's putting a baby in me!" Her resistance to the tiara was gone, as her uncle shot his load into her.
Delilah did not remember her belief that she was strong enough to resist the tiara and her uncle. She now wanted her uncle's cock and baby. Her uncle lifted her off his softening cock, and placed her up against his side. Delilah turned to eating, feeling her uncle's seed leaking from her pussy, wondering how long it would take for him to do it to her again.
Christmas Day, Delilah opened presents with Uncle Rafe's seed leaking from her naked body. There were no clothes as presents. In fact, most of her presents seemed to be jewelry. One of her presents was a tube, and in it was a test she'd taken, but hadn't been shown the results until now. Delilah was pregnant. Somewhere, deep inside her mind, Dee cried, but outside, Delilah cheered, hugging her Uncle Rafe.
