Long Time Member, First Time
mc; mf; bg; bdom; preg; inc
The late Sargent Major William T. Jones had been the one who had first bought memberships at Titan Swim Club for the Jones family. There had only been three of them then, the Sargent, his wife Deanna, and their newborn baby boy William junior. He'd chosen it because it was clothing optional, and he liked to show his naked wife's body off as much as possible.
When he found out about the lifeguards, and what they did to fertile young girls, he had no problems. In fact he hoped that his son would be a lifeguard there, some day.
This didn't change, even when three years later his wife gave him a baby girl, Elizabeth, the first of three girls. If the boys could get past the Sargent Major, meeting his standards, he had no problem. He was fairly certain that most of them wouldn't, she was his precious little girl, but they were lifeguards, the only job a teen could have that was anywhere near as honorable as being a United States Marine.
Unfortunately, just a couple years back, the Sargent Major had given his life to serve his country. He'd been given medals and a place of honor at Arlington. His widow had been given a generous pension, suitable for the wife of a soldier up for the Medal of Honor. The bank had paid off the house. The Knights had promised full scholarships to any catholic university for his five children. And the Pool had given the family life time memberships.
The Widow Jones was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She'd taken all the offers, even though she was a bit worried about what might happen to her daughters someday. Of course that was a long time in the future, and being clothing optional, she didn't have to purchase swimming suits, and that was not an insignificant savings for her. Money didn't grow on trees, after all. The Pool was even in walking distance!
So the day after school let out, she led her family off to the Pool. They filed in through the entry arches behind her. There was just-turned-twelve-year-old, William Junior, Will to his friends, who had just put on shoes and a pair of shorts to get to the pool. Behind him was Elizabeth, age eight, in flip flops and a light pullover dress. Mary, age six, followed in a very similar outfit. Then there was five year old Thomas, Tommy Tee to his mother, who wore a t-shirt and jeans. Bringing up the rear was little Anne, who was two, having been born six months after her father's death. She had little red sundress on.
As they walked though the arches, the colors changed as they passed. Most of the time Deanna was nice yellow, though sometimes she was green. When she was pregnant, the arches had been blue for her. Most of the time her children were yellow too, but sometimes when they'd snuck a snack in, or went too close to lunch, it would be red. For the last week, Will had been orange, and the lifeguard manning the gate had made a joke that he was now qualified to be a lifeguard.
Aside from the red and blue, Widow Jones didn't know and really didn't care what the color meant. She thought the red for needing to wait to swim was a rather neat device, and that was all that mattered.
At the front desk, Window Jones wrote down her member number on the sheet, along with the number of people with her. Manning the desk was one of the older lifeguards, Jeremy, a strapping young boy of sixteen, she thought. He wore only his whistle on a orange rope, though there was a swimming suit, orange with lifeguard written in white tossed over the back of the chair he sat in.
"Will, my man," Jeremy said. "It looks like we can teach you the ways of a Titan Lifeguard now."
"Really?" Will asked.
"Well, as long as your mom doesn't mind," Jeremy said. "You don't mind us teaching Will how to be a lifeguard, Missus Jones?"
"Just as long as he's getting all the qualifications before he starts doing any rescuing," Widow Jones said.
"Oh, it will be quite a while before he gets that far, and the Pool will pay for his certifications," Jeremy said. "Will, come see me after I get off the stand next. I'm due up in a couple minutes."
"Okay, Master Jeremy," Will said. All the children called the lifeguards master. It was a quaint tradition.
The family headed for their regular picnic table under the shelter, where all the children stripped before heading into the pool. Widow Jones didn't intend to swim. She had a good book to read, instead. She ignored the young girls waddling around the pool. She ignored the nursing young mothers. And she most especially ignored the lifeguards having sex with young girls, leaving them leaking seed from their pussies. It was a good book.
It wasn't the first time that Will had been in the lifeguard break room, but he still found the room amazing. There wasn't much to it really. There was the leather-covered bench that Jeremy called the seduction bench, six matching chairs, a table, two computers, and a big screen TV. The TV could play the greatest hits of the lifeguards, or be running through the cameras around the pool, like it was now. There was a well-stocked fridge too.
There was a basket in one corner filled with discarded girls' swimming suits. Even though the pool was clothing optional, a lot of girls still came to the pool wearing one, and lost it when the lifeguards took them. Pinned to the wall above the basket was a female lifeguard suit, belonging to the one girl who had applied this year. Looking at the TV, Will could see that Cindy was up on the lifeguard chair, naked. It was only a month into the pool season, and being a month into her pregnancy, Cindy wasn't showing yet.
"Will, tell me the colors," Jeremy quizzed.
"Yellow is default," Will recited. "Purple send out the door, Red cannot swim for a half hour, Crimson is on their period. Orange is a boy who can fill a girl's womb. Green is a girl whose womb can be filled. Blue is a girl who's pregnant."
"Blow me a control," Jeremy said, handing Will a whistle.
Will blew a long soft whistle, unlike the sharp and loud ones that the whistle was capable of and were used in real lifeguarding.
"Good," Jeremy said. "You've passed the written tests, so we'll start putting you through the physical tests this summer. Meanwhile, I want you to start working on the real test for a lifeguard at this pool, with your sister, now that she's ready. If you pass the physical tests, and you prove to be able to control and fill Elizabeth, I'm sure that the manager will hire you next year."
Will smiled. "Does that mean I get to take my little sister today?"
"Well, the arches were green, I just gave you the whistle that the manager told me to, so what do you think?" Jeremy asked.
William pumped his fist, "Yes!"
"Go take your sister, Will."
Elizabeth was on the swim team, so she began her day at the pool swimming laps. Her brother Will was on the team too, but he said he liked to ease into it, and did his laps after the first rest period. At the moment, she was doing the butterfly stroke. The Titan Swim Team didn't do the best, mainly because so many of the girls were working through various states of pregnancy.
Unlike some of her fellow team members, Elizabeth wouldn't be showing any signs that she had worn a swimming suit. Elizabeth had never owned a swimming suit, and it had never been a problem. It certainly wouldn't be a problem at the meet scheduled for Superior Swim Club next Monday. Everyone know that the Titans swam naked.
The long whistle of rest period blew, and Elizabeth swum to the edge, where she was met by her brother. He helped offered his hand to help her out of the pool, but she didn't take the offer. "Come on, Eliza, Jeremy is letting me show you the break room," her brother said. "It's really cool."
Elizabeth looked at her brother with a scowl. She really didn't see the allure of the break room, and she really didn't like when her brother called her Eliza; her name was Elizabeth! Looking down she noticed that her brother's thing was hard again, sticking out at her. She was about to say no, when Will put a whistle in his mouth and blew long soft whistle. "Okay," she suddenly said, with reluctance. Maybe going would get her brother to stop bothering her about being a lifeguard.
As she approached the converted shed that served as the lifeguards' break room, her reluctance started to disappear. It wasn't like it was an all-boys club. There was Cindy, who was just coming back from the stand. Like all the lifeguards today, she was naked. Jeremy stopped Cindy from going into the break room though. Elizabeth passed by them just as Jeremy buried his thing in Cindy from behind. It didn't stop Elizabeth. It wasn't the first time she'd seen someone have sex, not especially the first time she'd seen that particular coupling. Jeremy was the senior life guard, and often kept his fellow guard leaking his seed.
Elizabeth felt a slight chill when she entered the air-conditioned break room, giving her goose bumps and hardening her nipples a bit. She looked around the room and thought it wasn't that bad. The big screen TV was certainly nice, though she would have preferred to see something like the latest Star Trek on it, instead of the greatest hits of fucking Cindy. "So why did you want to bring me here?"
"So I can start doing this to you," Will said, as his hand began to caress Elizabeth's slit.
His hand feeling her naked little slit, which no one had done before, felt good. It was also a little scary, and Elizabeth trembled asking, "Why?"
"Because it's your time," Will said, moving in to kiss her. It wasn't a peck on the cheek kiss. He met her lips, and his tongue parted them. Into her mouth it went, and Elizabeth decided to return the favor.
Elizabeth's slit started to get wet, as Will played with it, parting it with his fingers, rubbing up and down her nether lips. His fingers dipped inside, and she could not stop herself from moaning into their kiss. Will's other hand felt first one of her small breasts, barely mounds, and then the other, increasing the pleasure that was taking over Elizabeth's body. "More," she cried when the kiss broke, before the wave of pleasure crested over her body.
The kiss was broken, and Elizabeth's body fell away, landing on the bench. Her naked bottom was right on the edge, as Will reached down and raised her feet to his shoulders. As Elizabeth looked down her body, he aimed his thing into her slit. It looked too big, and as he pushed it up against her hymen, it hurt. Elizabeth found herself unable to say a single word to stop him.
He busted through her cherry with a sharp pain. Then suddenly, he was laying on top of her, letting her get used to the fullness of his thing inside her, as they resumed kissing. After a while, Will began to thrust in and out of Eliza, his thing making her body feel amazing. She never had felt so good.
Pleasure crashed over her body in wave after wave, as her mind began to float. Thoughts, directives, training, and orders caressed her open mind. Pleasure changed her body from child to pubescent breeder. With an open mind, the whisper in the room changed Eliza forever.
Will came inside his sister for the first time, his fertile seed splashing off her cervix. As it shot into her womb, she came, and she became his little Eliza Jones. She could no longer say no to her brother. She was now her brother's broodmare to his stud. As he held his thing deep inside her, he whispered into her ear.
"You're not putting any clothes on until school starts up again. You'll be at the pool with me every day. You will let me have sex with you at any time, and expect to be pregnant soon. You will not consider anything other than having and raising any babies I give you. This will all be perfectly normal to you, as unquestioned fact. You are mine, little Eliza Jones."
The sun was setting when the Widow Jones led her family out of Titan Pool. Unlike when she came into the pool, the Widow brought up the rear. As her family exited out the archway, she noted that everything wasn't the same.
Will now wore a T-shirt over his shorts, proclaiming him a future lifeguard. She had no idea where he had gotten it, but the white shirt was stained with the orange glow of the archway as he walked through it. The manager had come over to her that afternoon and said that he wanted William to be a lifeguard once he turned thirteen. As her Sargent had always said it was an honorable occupation, the Widow had acquiesced.
Her little Eliza Jones, as her brother called her, followed, the archway lighting her naked body in blue, already. Spending most of the day on her brother's cock had consequences, it seemed. The worries that the widow had once had seemed to have disappeared, now that it had happened. A drop of her brother's seed leaked from her oldest girl's pussy as her bare feet stepped out onto the parking lot.
Six-year-old Mary followed, in the same dress as she'd worn to pool. The widow wondered how long her middle daughter would have modesty, as the yellow glow brightened her daughter's dress.
Tommy Tee followed her, his outfit stained red, no doubt because of the pair of chili dogs that he'd managed to get her to buy for him, the second of which he was still finishing. She wondered if Tommy would go out for a lifeguard's post when he approached his teens.
Little Anne toddled in front of her mother, with the yellow arch's glow turning her red dress orange. It would be nice to have another little baby in the house.
Deanna Jones looked at her eldest daughter, now arm and arm with her older brother. Will's hand snuck down to find its way between his sister's legs. As she watched, her daughter moaned, Will spreading his seed along her neither lips.
Yes, it would be nice to have babies born in the house again.
