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                          Saving Private Brian
                               by Lubrican

Copyright© 2005 by Lubrican


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Description: What do you do when the last fertile male in the family tree is going off to war? You try to ensure that the line goes on, of course. Brilliant minds work alike, and in this family there are a LOT of brilliant minds.

Codes: mf mF humor rom 1st teen cons inc mother son bro sis cous aunt neph het oral pett size preg
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WARNING: This story is intended to be a humorous look at the concept of the "Sole Surviving Son" in terms of Military service. As a plot vehicle it uses Operation Desert Storm. the author served in Desert Storm, proudly and with honor. This story is not a commentary on the current war in Iraq or Afghanistan, or on the political decisions that have been made in the past. Nor is it intended to make light of the facts and circumstances depicted in the movie "Saving Private Ryan". I have nothing but respect for each and every man and woman in uniform, and my heart goes out to all their families, particularly those who have lost a family member to any kind of military service. For that reason, if you have lost a loved one during time of conflict or war, DO NOT READ THIS STORY! I do not wish to cause pain or unhappy memories about that loss.

Bob

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Chapter 1



Brian Thackery was a normal kid who graduated High School in about the middle of his class. He wasn't a sports star, he didn't have a magnificent singing voice, he couldn't bring himself to speak in public and he looked as normal as any other boy in his late teens.

But, Brian Thackery had just done something momentous. And what he'd done would change not only his own life, but the lives of a large number of other people, some of whom he didn't even know yet.

It was May of 1990, and Brian Thackery was so excited he was about to pee his pants. He left the Military Examination and Processing Station (MEPS), having just joined the United States Army. He'd passed the physical and taken the oath of enlistment, along with sixty-five other young men and women. He was due to report to Basic Training in only a month, and after that he'd go to something called Advanced Individual Training, which they called A.I.T.

All that was exciting, but the MOST exciting part was when he'd gone into the big computer room to find out what job he'd be trained in. The guy at the computer asked him some questions, typed in a query, turned around and said: "Ever thought about being an MP?"

Not only had Brian never thought about it, the only image he could come up with in his mind of an MP was a big scary looking bruiser he'd seen in an episode of MASH one time. Everybody had been afraid of that guy.

Hmmmmmmm.

Now, as he walked out of the building, on his way back home, in his shirt pocket was a piece of paper that said he'd be trained in MOS (Military Occupational Specialty) 95B, which meant ... Military Police. He was still numb. He was going to be a cop!

And not only was he going to be an MP, the school for that was right down the road from his house in good old Anniston, Alabama! He couldn't wait to get home and tell his family.

Brian's family consisted of his two sisters, Liz and Patty, who were twins and a year younger than he was, his mother, Nancy, and his father, Tom. His family may as well have included his Aunt Jill, who lived two houses away, and her daughter Beth, who was his age, but was still a Senior. She should have graduated with him, but had missed a year of school because she'd had mono, and there had been complications. She'd almost died. But she was healthy now and had regained that special healthy glow he'd always thought made her good looking.

His Uncle Bob, who he'd never actually known, had died just before Beth was born. Aunt Jill blamed his death on Agent Orange, from when Uncle Bob was a Navy SEAL in Vietnam. He was a lot older than Aunt Jill when they got married. Brian didn't know much more than that. They didn't talk about Uncle Bob much because it was too sad.

When he got home supper was in full swing. Aunt Jill and Beth were there, which was pretty much normal.

Supper at the Thackery house was a fairly noisy proposition any time, and with two additional "talkity wimmen" as his father liked to say, it was downright loud.

It got positively quiet though, when he slammed the screen door and swaggered into the kitchen. They all knew where he had been.

That he was joining the Army was a favorite topic of "conversation" in the house. Aunt Jill ranted and railed that he had no business going off on a "dang fool adventure" when he was the "last remaining seed of the Thackery line". She was his mother's sister, but she had adopted the Thackery clan as if born into it.

Everybody knew that talk about Brian joining the Army brought back painful memories of Jill's husband.

Brian's sisters, having been warned throughout their early teens to "keep shy of those Fort McClellan boys", meaning the soldiers who trained at the post not far from their house, thought the idea that their brother was going to be a soldier was just gross.

But his parents were just about busting with pride. And, really, that was all that mattered to him.

His father was the first to speak. "Well? How'd it go? What did you get? Infantry? Armor?" Tom had a few friends who worked at Ft McClellan and had learned some of the language over the years.

"You", drawled Brian, "are looking at a brand new 95 Bravo!"

His father knew what that meant. Most of Ft McClellan was reserved for the training of the MP Corps. "You have GOT to be shitting me." he grumbled. Like most Annistonians, he loved the money that those soldiers brought to town, but he shuddered at the thought of all those horny seventeen and eighteen year old boys out on the streets ... the same streets as his two virginal - and lovely - daughters.

"What's a ninety-five bravo?" asked Beth, who'd had a crush on her cousin for years.

Brian pushed out his chest. "MP" he said proudly.

"What's an MP?" said Beth, not realizing she was staring cow-eyed at her handsome cousin.

Everybody at the table turned and stared at her. Everybody in Anniston knew what an MP was. The whole town was flooded with them. Beth, however, was the stereotypical blond, beautiful, fun to be around, and just a little ditzy. She knew there was an Army post in town, but that's about all.

Patty piped up. "It means Military Penis, Beth" she said in a completely normal voice.

Bedlam ensued, and it almost fractured supper. Nancy, ever the southern matriarch, sent Patty to her room saying "and you can leave that plate right where it is little missy". Then, even though Beth was bright red in the face, supper went on. Brian sat down at his sister's now empty place and began to finish her supper.

Nancy watched her handsome son eating and sighed. An MP! Of all things ... a skirt chasing MP!

Every female in town had been hit on by a soldier from the fort at one time or another. Jill was approached with great regularity, as she had decided not to wear her ring any more because it caused her to "remember". She worked at the "Super Trooper" which was a place that sold uniform items, accessories and accouterments aimed at soldiers in general and MPs in particular.

Of course the reason Jill was the object of so many advances MIGHT have been that, at thirty-four, she was a stone fox. Bob had come back from Nam and had commenced to make up for lost time. He did so with his next door neighbor's daughter, Jill, who was only 16 at the time. When it became obvious, based on her swelling belly, that more than just kisses had been exchanged, he married her, only to fall deathly ill a few months later and waste away in a most horrible fashion.

So, at age seventeen, she had been left alone with a baby girl, thankfully quite normal, and Bob's life insurance and some other benefits. She worked because she didn't want to sit home bored. She ran to keep in shape, and it worked. She was a bouncy, vivacious woman, with somewhat smallish breasts, but loads of thick honey blond hair and a classic look about her that some men might have characterized as "Ripe Southern Woman."

Nancy was five years older than her sister, and had already been gone and married when Jill met Bob. And Nancy had been pregnant with Brian. She sometimes wondered if that was why Jill had been so careless as to get with child ... out of envy. Now, almost forty, even Nancy got regular slow, up and down stares from the uniformed men she saw on the streets, or at the market. Until now it had been flattering. But now her own SON was going to be one of those men!

Still, she was tickled, knowing that even though he wouldn't be allowed to come home much at first, she'd get to see him a whole lot more than if he'd shipped off to some other state for his training.

It being a more or less celebratory atmosphere, they had an impromptu party. Beth asked for and received permission to spend the night with the twins and the three girls disappeared into their room while the adults sat and talked about things in general.

Brian, for the first time, was included in the adult ritual of sipping whiskey (Rebel Yell brand, of course) and shooting the bull.

In the girls bedroom, there was a different ritual going on. The talk there was about boys, and what boys liked to do, especially with girls, and just how far you should allow a boy to go, and what that felt like. Soon the room smelled faintly of pussy, as three teenage girls got excited dreaming about what they'd LIKE to do with a boy.

The first sixteen weeks flew by for Brian. He was in pretty good shape when he got to Basic, and though they pushed him physically, his body adapted. His chest thickened from pushups, his stomach flattened from sit-ups, and his wind improved from running. He found he was an expert shot with a rifle, and he won top honors in his company for marksmanship, able to shoot as well as his Drill Sergeants. He was even better with the 9mm Beretta pistol they handed him when he went to the pistol range. Though the weapon was loose from having been shot ten or fifteen thousand times already, he had an unerring sense of when to squeeze the trigger, and where the bullet would hit. When they used man sized silhouettes he shot the center of the target to pieces.

There began to be rumors. Saddam Hussein had invaded Kuwait, and the Commander in Chief was PISSED about it. The Army was going to be sending troops, and they'd need a lot of MPs.

In their 14th week Brian got a pass and went home.

All the talk there was of Kuwait.

"Do you think you'll have to go?" asked his mother worriedly.

"Nobody knows, mom" he said. There are rumors that they'll leave us together as a Company and go that way. There are rumors we'll all be sent wherever, and some of those units will go and some won't. There are rumors that, by the time we get out of AIT it will all be over. Nobody knows."

Two weeks later, they all attended graduation. It was the first time the women in the family had actually seen any soldiers doing anything other than shopping in stores, or getting something to eat. As they watched the handsome young men marching and standing at attention and going through the rituals associated with graduation, every one of them felt a tingle somewhere behind her belly button. Beth in particular knew she'd have to change her panties when she got home, as she watched Brian walk across the stage to receive his certificate and new orders. He was so handsome, and tall, and his shoulders were so broad. She daydreamed about running her hands over his chest muscles as an officer announced his name and that he was going to be assigned to the 501st MP Company in some town in Germany.

His mother turned to her husband. "Germany! That's good, isn't it? I mean that's not Kuwait."

Tom just patted Nancy's hand and said "He'll be just fine dear. There's nothing to worry about." He didn't tell her that most of the troops that would go first would be the ones who were already in overseas billets. Particularly those stationed in Germany.

Brian got 30 days leave before he had to ship out, and he was ready for what he called "slack time". His sisters noticed differences in him right away. He was more confidant, less likely to respond when they tried to tease him, and when he did respond it was ... different.

One example was the second night he was home, when Patty, walking down the hall toward the bathroom. She brushed by him and said "How's the Military Penis today?"

He just kept walking and said "It grew about three inches in basic training. I had to get new pants. Bigger ones. They were pissed."

He left her with her mouth hanging open. He'd said it so calmly, like it was actually true! She was so unsure about it that she told her sister what he'd said that night.

Liz laughed. "No way. A man's penis CAN'T grow three inches after say ... I don't know, maybe age fifteen?"

Patty still didn't know. He'd sounded so serious. "But I mean, look at his shoulders. They're wider. And his arms are HUGE. And I swear he's taller than he was when he went there. I mean maybe other things could get bigger too."

Liz wanted to act like she knew everything, but she wasn't so sure any more. "Well, it doesn't really matter. We'll never know, right? I mean even if we saw it we wouldn't know if it was bigger or not." She changed the subject. "Did you hear Daddy and Momma talking after dinner tonight?" She sounded worried.

"No. what's up?" asked Patty.

"Daddy said that place Brian's going to is part of some division or something and that they're all going to go to Saudi Arabia in December. That's when Brian gets there!"

They'd been listening to the news. Everybody who knew a soldier had been listening to the news lately. They talked about it into the night. They were both worried about their brother.

Two days later was Jill's birthday. Nancy arranged a big party for her, with Bar-B- Q and corn on the cob, and cornbread and lots of other goodies. It started at noon, and by three O'clock the Rebel Yell had been brought out. Jill, moaning that at age 35 her life was probably almost over, drank her fair share and was in her cups by suppertime. Since everyone had been eating pretty much all afternoon, supper consisted mostly of sitting down at the table and just talking over desert.

Jill was on a rant.

"It's not FAIR!" she lisped, weaving a little. "Brian is the LAST of the Thackery line, and he shouldn't have to go off and get himself KILLED in some stupid war."

Nancy spoke up. "We'll have none of THAT kind of talk. You may be my sister, and I love you, but I don't want to hear any nonsense about him being killed."

Jill got up and went over to Brian, who had sat quietly through her tirade. She plopped herself down on his lap and put her arms around him. "I don't want you to go." she started sniffling. "You're the last of the Thackery seed."

"MOTHER!" cried an embarrassed Beth, who didn't like it at all that her mother (instead of her) was sitting on the man she loved.

"Have you no SHAME?" squealed Nancy, who was also uncomfortable with the fact that her sister's buttocks were firmly planted on her son's groin. Jill's continued reference to Brian as the 'Last of the Thackery seed' caused pictures to appear in Nancy's head that she was ashamed of. And her sister was sitting right on all that ... seed.

Suddenly Jill's head snapped up and her eyes opened wide. She struggled briefly, wiggling all over Brian's lap in the process, and then managed to haul herself up off of him. She turned around, bent over and stared owlishly into Brian's lap. He was blushing.

"HEY there soldier boy!" crowed Jill. "Is that a MOUSE in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?!"

"MU-THER!" cried Beth.

"Oh my word" gasped Nancy and started fanning her face with a place mat.

The twins leaned over to look interestedly in their brother's lap.

"OK, that's it." said Tom. "You've had enough to drink. I think you need a little nap Jill." He looked meaningfully at his wife and Nancy got up and took charge of her wobbly sister.

"Come on you hussy." she scolded gently. "You're staying the night. You're in no condition to go home." She led Jill off to the guest bedroom down in the basement. When she came back she looked at Beth. "You can stay the night too dear, if you want to."

Beth's eyes darted at Brian, and then she looked down at the pie in front of her.

Later that night, a full and drowsy Private Brian Thackery undressed for bed. It was hot in the house, but he didn't want to open a window. Instead he just went to bed naked and lay on top of the covers. He was asleep within two minutes of his head hitting the pillow.

Next door the twins and Beth were huddled together, worriedly talking about what Beth's mother had said. It was true. Brian WAS the last male of the Thackery line. If something happened to him in Kuwait or wherever, there would never be another Thackery born. All three went to bed thinking about that.

Three hours later Brian got up to use what he now called the latrine. He'd had too much to drink, and he was paying the price for it now. He heard the mantle clock strike two times. Oh-two-hundred, he thought, automatically thinking in military time.

When he got back to his room there was someone bending over his bed.

"Brian?" came an attempted whisper. Whoever it was was talking to an empty bed. There was light from the street light coming through the window and he could see that it was his Aunt Jill. Or at least her hair. She was naked too, he noticed with some interest. Her hands went down to the bed, still made up and obviously empty. "Brian?" she said plaintively.

"Yes?" he said softly from right behind her. He was staring at her naked buttocks in the dim light. They shone, brightly pale. She jerked up and turned around with a little shriek.

"SHIT" she whispered loudly. "You just about scared the pee out of me!"

Brian wasn't really listening to her though. Instead he was staring at her breasts. They were much larger than he would have believed, round and heavy looking, and they were shaking back and forth from the violence of her turn when he spoke. Each one had a thick dark nipple on it. Brian felt his prick start to stiffen. She was gorgeous ... even in the DARK!

Jill's arms came up and she lurched toward him. "Oh baby" she sniffed, her arms going around him. The breasts he had just been staring at were pressed against his chest. They were hot and surprisingly firm and she smelled like some kind of perfume. She hugged him tightly and his cock bloomed to full hard. He felt it press into something soft ... like hair.

"What are you doing Aunt Jill?" he whispered, swallowing.

"You're going off to war baby" she whispered back. "You're the last of the Thackery seed."

He'd heard that enough times that he was tired of it. "OK, so I'm the last of the Thackery seed. What are you doing in here ... like that?"

Instead of answering him, Jill kissed him. It was a nice kiss too. In fact it was a FANTASTIC kiss. She pulled him toward the bed, and their lips pulled apart. "I have to do this." she mumbled. "I HAVE to do this. It's for the family!"

Brian, having drunk his fair share of Rebel Yell himself, didn't function as he might have normally. He had some idea of what was going on, not being completely stupid. And, he had had more than a couple of beat off fantasies about the woman whose naked body was presently pressed against his own.

But Brian Thackery was a virgin, and while he had some idea of what was going on, he hadn't the faintest idea of how to help it along. That he WANTED to help it along was plain, based on the fact that he had the hardest boner of his entire life. So Brian took the easy road and just went where his Aunt wanted him to go.

That was why he ended up on top of his Aunt while she squirmed under him, her hands pulling and pushing and her body writhing under him as she got him into position to ensure that at least SOME of the last of the Thackery seed got deposited firmly in what she used to call her 'Sperm Bank'. She did this by the simple expedient of getting a grip on the finest feeling erection she had felt in years and years, and pulling it to the mouth of her wet and slippery pussy. Then she let nature take its course.

Brian, feeling the tip of his cock engulfed in soft heat, did what came naturally and thrust hard. He skewered his Aunt's pussy with one violent thrust, which elicited an "Ooof" from her, followed almost immediately by a murmured "Oh Brian! I had NO idea!"

There followed a generally uncoordinated and somewhat spastic sequence of thrusts and grunts, primarily made by Brian, and about twenty seconds later he made his very first deposit in the Bank of Love. He announced it by saying what could be loosely translated as "Unnnggg" which is the universal language of love and means "Here it comes, please don't stop me now."

She didn't. The fact that she didn't come even close to having her own orgasm was overshadowed by the fact that she got exactly what she wanted ... a pussy just chock full of the last of the Thackery seed. She showered him with kisses and little whispered lies about what a fantastic lover he was, and how much she had missed all this, and how glad she was that she got to experience an expert like him. All this to milk the last dregs from his balls.

Her somewhat inebriated plan to have a Thackery baby had been kicked off. According to her somewhat inebriated plan, she had another twenty-six days to get enough of that Thackery seed in her to ensure the survival of the line. Having just experienced what was probably the biggest and longest penis she had ever had in her, she decided that it wasn't going to be much of a sacrifice after all. But she WOULD have to do something about his propensity to give her what she wanted ... a little more quickly than she wanted it.

Brian stared at the dark ceiling after his aunt left. His balls hurt just a little. He'd never cum that hard in his life and he could barely remember it. He swore off whiskey for the rest of his leave and then fell asleep.



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Chapter 2



The next morning was a Saturday, and everybody slept in, mostly because of the fact that there were three 'dead soldiers' sitting in the bottom of the trash can, which still smelled a little like sour mash whiskey.

When Nancy finally hauled herself out of bed, she went into Southern Wife mode and rustled up a mess of pancakes, grits, ham and eggs. She woke everyone up and told them to come eat breakfast. She waited until last for Brian, who, to her mind, deserved his rest more than the rest. She opened the door to find her tall handsome and very naked son lying on top of the bed in peaceful repose. She crossed the room and stood, drinking in the beauty of the fruit of her loins.

Naturally, her gaze was drawn to what is known as a man's morning woody. She frowned at the mess of crusty white that was mixed in with his soft brown pubic hair. Her poor baby had had to masturbate last night! Her sister's reference to his seed popped into her mind. Jill knew that Tom was shooting blanks these days, thanks to a vasectomy. So, what was making a mess at the base of his very impressive erection was, in fact, the last of the Thackery seed.

She stared at it for a long time. Then, shaking herself, she woke him up and told him it was time for breakfast.

Brian stumbled from his bed into the bathroom for a shower, something he did every morning during basic training and AIT. And showers in the Army were always just about exactly the same. He noticed right away that something was different.

In the barracks, there was no naked girl already in the shower when he got there.

He stopped, his brain still a little fuzzy and was standing there when his sister Liz pulled back the shower curtain to talk to the shadow outside, who she was quite sure was her sister Patty. She started to ask Patty if she'd heard anything funny in the middle of the night, like a woman in pain or something.

Instead of seeing her sister, however, she saw her brother's very impressive morning woody.

As the SECOND Thackery woman of the day to see that stiff prick, her response was remarkably similar to that of the first. The last thing she'd thought about last night was the possibility that there would be no more little Thackeries running around in the world. Now, as surprised as she was by the sight, one of the first things she thought about was that there, in front of her, was the very instrument that could PRODUCE a little Thackery. She felt a very un-sisterly warmth in her belly and, thinking of babies, put her hand protectively over her own flat stomach.

At the same time, Brian got a clear shot of his sister's naked, wet body which, as a normal teenaged brother, he had been trying to get a look at for years. Her breasts were round, like half of an oversized soft ball, and were topped by cute pink nipples that made moisture magically appear in his mouth. Below that was a nest of wet brown fur that his brain recognized as uncharted territory that his prick was anxious to ... well ... chart.

But, being a big strong enforcer of the law, he clamped down on his urge to climb in there with his sister and just breed the fuck out of her.

"Oops" he slurred. "Sorry. Didn't know anybody was in here. Gotta pee."

He turned to leave and Liz saw that very interesting penis preparing to vanish as quickly as it had appeared, which she wasn't sure she wanted to happen.

"Wait!" she yipped. When he stopped, she said "Um ... it's OK. I mean we're all adults here, right?" The fact that she was seventeen and hadn't even finished High School yet wasn't the first thing Brian thought about. His eyes saw what was undeniably an at least mostly adult female body.

"Uh, yeah I guess so." was his response.

"So go" she said, looking at the stool. "I'll just finish up in here." She ducked back inside the shower, making sure that the curtain wasn't completely closed, so she could continue to look at the vessel that held that most precious of commodities ... the last ... of the Thackery seed.

Her eyes widened as he swayed over to the toilet, pushed his thick rod down and stood patiently as he waited for his bladder to unclench so he could empty it. Not even thinking that his sister might be watching, he jacked on his cock a couple of times to encourage it to allow his urine to move through it.

Liz stifled a gasp as his glans was uncovered. THAT was supposed to go in a girl? He had to be a mutant or something. Any girl he shoved THAT thing in would need 911 and a doctor with a LOT of suture materials. Then her knees went weak as a strong gush of urine shot out of the tip and thundered into the toilet.

He went ... and went ... and went. And then it stopped and started up again as her jaw dropped. She'd never seen a man's organ expel anything, but she knew it expelled semen. If it did it like this they wouldn't even need an ambulance for the poor girl. She'd be dead of drowning by the time he got through.

She was so repelled by the sight that she was extra shocked to find that two of her fingers were digging into her obviously excited pussy as the water poured over her. She decided she was probably crazy. This time when he turned to leave, she let him. She rubbed a little more and had an orgasm so strong she had to sit down in the tub to keep from falling down.

Breakfast was normally a loud and confusing concern in the Thackery household. This morning it was decidedly odd. Brian, his head achy, sat quietly, which was not normal. His aunt darted glances at him and ate quietly, which was also not normal. Liz wasn't hungry, which was DECIDEDLY abnormal. Nancy, visions of a tall, thick, fertile Thackery penis in her mind, dished out food like they were all starving lumberjacks. Patty was acting strangely, eating mechanically, like something was on her mind. Beth was trying to talk, but couldn't find anyone who would talk back to her. Tom was staring at his plate, wondering how he was going to avoid eating all that food without hurting his wife's feelings. He decided to slip some of it to the dog while he diverted the others' attention.

"So" he said, handing the dog down a fistful of bacon. He almost lost a finger and snatched it back up, looking at it. "What are you all doing today?"

Jill said "I have some things to do at home, but I'll be back over later. She looked meaningfully at Brian, who was staring at his own heaped plate and didn't see her look.

Nancy said she had some shopping to do, and Patty said that the twins were going over to Beth's to listen to a new CD she had.

Liz's head jerked up. "But I wanted to hang out with Brian," she said. She was just as astonished as everyone else at the table that she'd said that. She'd always called him names and complained about him. She looked wide eyed at everyone else. "I mean he's going to be gone a long time, right?"

Brian, thinking that yammering girls was the LAST thing he needed, said "I'm still pretty worn out from AIT. I think I'll just relax and maybe take a nap."

"Then" said Tom, "I'll accompany my bride on her shopping trip, and you can rest."

Everyone went their separate ways and Brian actually DID lie down. He was still a little hung over.

He was awakened from a nice nap by his Aunt, who had told the girls she had forgotten something at the house and would be right back.

She awakened him by climbing into bed with him naked.

"Brian honey?" she cooed in his ear as she pulled at the gym shorts he'd pulled on that morning.

He woke up and realized what was happening. "Aunt Jill! I thought that was a dream last night!"

"It was no dream baby. I'm going to make sure that the Thackery line doesn't end if ... well, if something happens to you. I know it won't, but I'll feel a lot better about things if my belly gets nice and round with your baby while you're over there in that place they're sending you."

Brian was astounded. "You want me to get you pregnant?" he said, his voice rising much higher than a studly MP's voice ever should.

"Yes I do, and we need to hurry. I told the girls I would be right back."

Jill's powers of persuasion were well established and Brian, not having had pussy available to him before, wasn't going to fight her off. In no time she was instructing him on the "best way to make sure you get me with child", which actually involved ensuring that THIS time she had a nice, long orgasm while his prick prodded her cervix and delivered up another helping of the last of the Thackery seed.

In no time at all Jill was happily thrusting her orgasming pussy up to receive that helping, which was just as hot and wet as she knew it would be.

No sooner had he grunted his last grunt and rolled sideways, than she was up and stuffing something round and rubbery into her vagina. She blushed as he watched her, and said "Diaphragm ... to keep all that nice Thackery seed up there where it belongs." Then as if she hadn't done something completely astonishing, she pecked him on the lips and said, "Hate to run, honey, but I don't want the girls to get suspicious." Then she was dressed and off before Brian had even caught his breath.

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The girls to whom Jill had just made reference, were huddled in Beth's room, much as they had been huddled in Liz and Patty's room the night before. Liz was describing, in graphic detail, exactly what she'd seen that morning in the bathroom. She had her hands about a foot and a half apart.

"I'm telling you it was THAT long!" she claimed. She made her fingers and thumbs into a circle that a Dachshund could trot through. "And it was THAT big around!" She saw that the other two weren't buying it. "And it was SO hard that he could have just beat me senseless with it ... I SWEAR!"

"Well I believe the senseless part, cause that's just what you are if you expect us to believe that." said Patty. "If it was that big he couldn't even WEAR pants," she said pragmatically. She talked as if she had ironclad evidence that Liz was wrong.

Beth was just sitting there. A little bit of drool tipped out of the corner of her mouth and she snapped it closed. She had always made Brian a little bit bigger than life in her mind, and the description of his sexual organ given by Liz fit her image of him perfectly. She sighed as she envisioned that big boner spurting out creamy white sperm that somehow, by magic, got into her without killing her. She jerked back to reality. Her panties were soaked.

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Nancy had Tom let her out at the curb. "I'm sorry honey, but I forgot to get some soybean powder, and I have to have it for a recipe I want to try. Would you be a dear and run back to the store for me? It won't take you long and I can get started. It's in a red and blue can over at the Thriftway. If they don't have it, try the Piggly Wiggly." The Thriftway was as far away from the house as any store was, and she was quite sure they didn't stock that powder. She wanted as much time with Brian as possible. What she was going to try to talk him into might take a while.

Tom didn't mind running the errand. He'd just stop off at that traveling tool sale he'd seen over at the National Guard Armory and see what they had.

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Brian was asleep again when his mother came into his room. After Aunt Jill had left he'd gone back to sleep, still naked. His mother came over and sat on the bed. She stared. His penis, though not rampant any more, was a mess again. The poor boy must be awfully horny to have to beat off this much.

She couldn't resist. She bent over, picked up his limp pickle, and sucked it in her mouth to get it all nice and clean.

Brian was having a dream. It was about his Aunt, and she was sucking his dick. It was, he decided as he drifted toward wakefulness, an awfully nice and ... realistic dream. He'd never actually gotten any girl to give him a hummer, but he was quite sure that it felt just like his dream. He almost didn't want to wake up, but he was horny and he was going to have to beat off, and he had to be awake to do that.

He opened his eyes. He heard slurping, and realized it wasn't a dream after all. Somebody was, in fact, sucking his dick. He lifted his head and saw brown hair that looked vaguely familiar. It was covering the face of the woman who was doing what he was quite sure was a professional job of sucking him off. That head lifted off his rampant-again prick a little at a time and lips he couldn't see kissed the tip. Then the head turned and he was looking into his mother's eyes.

"MOM!" he yelped.

"FUCK!"

Then again "MOM!"

Nancy held onto his cock. "Brian, honey, I know this is strange, but you have to listen to me honey. You're going off to that war over there and your Daddy's been cut and can't give me any more babies and your aunt is right, honey, you really ARE the last of the Thackery line and if you don't come back from over there honey ... well there won't ever be another Thackery ... EVER!"

She finally had to stop to breathe.

Brian, who had always gotten into fights with his friends because they made comments about how "attractive" his mother was, and about how lucky he must be to get to see her naked sometimes, actually GOT into those fights because he agreed with them. He thought his mother WAS Playboy material. And, after what had happened only an hour earlier with his Aunt Jill, he had a pretty good idea where his mother was headed.

This all amounted pretty much to a dream come true. He decided that it wasn't the best time to tell his mother that a whole cupful of the rare and precious Thackery seed was currently residing in Aunt Jill's womb.

Instead he did what most men aren't intelligent enough to do in a situation like this. "So what do you think we should do?" he asked the woman who was holding his prick.

"Well" said his mother, who jacked his cock when she felt it begin to be a smidgen less firm than it had been, "I read an article that said sometimes when men have been fixed, some of them, in RARE instances, don't STAY fixed, and they can still father children ... by accident. I didn't read the whole article. But if I were to get pregnant ... with you ... I could honestly say no penis but a Thackery penis had ever been in me and that his operation must have gotten undone. You KNOW I wouldn't suggest this if it weren't the ONLY way for me to be SURE that your daddy's line and YOUR line will go on." She managed to blush prettily while stroking her son's cock.

"Gosh, Mom" he said seriously. "I guess it would sort of be my DUTY, wouldn't it? I mean if you put it THAT way, I'm the family's only hope."

"That's right dear" she said, breathing faster. She'd thought it would take much longer to talk him into this.

"Well, then, I'll DO it." he said, trying to make his voice sound heroic.

Nancy was down to bra and panties when she looked at her little boy, who was watching her with eager eyes. "You've never done this with any girl, have you Brian?" she asked. For some reason she wanted him to say he hadn't.

"No, Mom." he said truthfully. His aunt could be called a lot of things, but 'girl' wasn't one of them. "Heck Mom, Liz is the only girl I ever even SAW naked," he added for effect, hoping she wouldn't ask him how THAT happened. Then he went for broke. "I'm not sure I even know what to do."

Nancy beamed as she let her bra drop and reached for her panties. "I'll help you baby." she crooned. "You just let mama take care of everything."

Which is how Private Brian Thackery ended up perched on top of his beautiful mother, with his iron hard penis firmly embedded in her fertile belly as it pumped out ANOTHER half cup of the rare and precious Thackery seed. Nancy, having had two orgasms in the process, found her son remarkably quick to learn the ins and outs of having hot, sweaty sex. ESPECIALLY the ins. That he was now sucking her nipples while she felt the last of his rare and precious Thackery seed flowing into her, and the fact that she hadn't taught him how to do that, just convinced her he was a natural lover.

And, while this was her duty to the family, she couldn't help but look forward to the next few sessions that would likely be necessary to ensure that she got well and firmly pregnant with a Thackery baby. She only had twenty-five days in which to make sure it happened.

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That afternoon Brian spent some time with some of his old High School buddies, swapping lies and dreaming about the future. Several of them asked him what the best part of joining the Army was.

With a completely straight face he answered "It's GOT to be the pussy. I've gotten more pussy since I joined up than you'd believe." But he wouldn't let them push him into saying who all this pussy was.

That night Tom pulled out a bag from the local movie rental store and started producing every war movie he had been able to find at the place. He had everything from 'The Sands of Iwo Jima' and 'The Bridge at Remagen' to 'Mister Roberts' and several seasons worth of 'Hogan's Heroes', not to mention 'Patton', 'Platoon' and 'Apocalypse Now'.

"I just figured you might soak up some ideas to help you stay healthy." he said to his laughing son.

So Brian and his father sat and watched movies late into the night, spending a little quality time laughing and dreaming about Brian being the hero and coming home to parades and accolades. You know, just normal father/son bonding kinds of stuff.

The Thackery women decided to join the men halfway through the first movie. Had the men known this was going to happen they probably wouldn't have started with 'Hamburger Hill'. The women stayed about ten minutes and suddenly found other things that were needful of being done. They took the Kleenex box with them.

While wars were won and lost in the living room, Liz and Patty were lying on their beds in their bedroom. Both were thinking about the images they had seen on the TV screen. Images of death and destruction ... and dying soldiers.

"You know he MIGHT not come back." said Liz. Her eyes were suddenly full of moisture.

"He'll come back!" said Patty. Her voice was tight.

"What ... if ... he doesn't?" Liz was at that slight stuttering stage, when a woman is about to cry and is trying hard not to, but can't quite control her speech.

"He HAS to come back." said Patty firmly.

"Why?" cried Liz.

"Cause he has to get married and have children, so Aunt Jill will shut UP about the last of the Thackery seed!" She mimicked her aunt's voice as she said the last part of the sentence. She seemed upset about Aunt Jill.

Liz sat up, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Well, he IS, you know!" She sniffled. Then she stopped and looked thoughtful. "What if he wasn't?"

Patty looked at her twin. "What are you talking about?"

Liz started to get excited. "I mean what if he WASN'T the last of the line? What if there was a baby, and he was the Daddy of that baby. He'd HAVE to come back for that. I mean he'd be more MOTIVATED to come back if he had a son or daughter, right?"

Patty flopped back down. "That's the stupidest thing I ever heard." she said, disgusted. "He doesn't even have a girlfriend. And besides, just because you're a father doesn't mean anything when you're off in a war somewhere."

Liz wasn't deterred. "I know that!" she said hotly. "But, if he DID have a son back here at home, then his SON would be the last of the Thackery seed, right?"

"So who's going to HAVE this baby, miss smarty pants?" asked a still disgusted Patty.

Liz thought of the long, hard, thick cock she'd seen pissing all that urine in the bathroom and shuddered. It sure wasn't going to be HER who had Brian's son.

"Didn't you see how Beth looked at him at supper the other night? It's obvious she's got a thing for him. I bet we could talk her into doing it. I mean she's our cousin and all, but that's no big deal. We learned in World History that people have married their cousins for thousands of years. And if she had his baby, maybe he'd be extra careful and not get hurt and come back safe."

Patty, always the pragmatic one of the pair, sat up again. "So, what if she has a girl? What then?"

Liz was frustrated. "How am I supposed to know? It was JUST an idea." She rolled over and turned off her nightstand light. Since the main ceiling light was still on it didn't make any difference in the light level in the room, but it sent a signal to Patty that their discussion was over. Once again, both girls went to sleep with the image of little Thackery babies crawling all over the living room rug.

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Brian didn't get to bed until zero three hundred. But, because his sleep was uninterrupted on this night, he woke refreshed. At breakfast Liz took an inordinate interest in what he was going to be doing later that afternoon.

"Why are you so interested in what I'm doing this afternoon?" Brian asked her directly.

"I don't know. We just never get to hang out. Is it wrong for a sister to want to spend time with her brother?" she tried to sound injured.

"Well, you never wanted to spend any time with me before." he said.

"You weren't going off to some foreign country before." she said.

Brian looked at his sister. The image of her naked in the shower popped into his head. Two other women in the family had wanted to "spend time with him" recently. The idea of lying on top of what he remembered in that shower wasn't at all disagreeable. Could that be what she wanted? His dick started to stiffen.

"I don't really have any plans for this afternoon. Dad suggested that I get some of my stuff packed up so he can store it while I'm gone. You want to help me do that?"

Liz sat up straighter. Storing things would involve the basement, and that's where the spare bedroom was. And the family room too. There was a couch there that they sometimes used as a bed. Now all she had to do was get Beth over and convince her that she could solve the problem of the last of the Thackery seed going off to war.

"Um ... I'll get back with you. Gotta go. Bye." She jumped up and darted for the back door as her brother looked after, astonished.

"Where's she going?" asked Nancy. "She didn't even finish her breakfast."

"I don't know" answered Brian. "She's acting all squirrelly."

Nancy put her hands on her son's shoulders. "Speaking of acting squirrelly, your father is off playing golf today..."

Brian stood up. He already had a boner, which Liz had caused, but his mother wouldn't know that. He turned and hugged her, pressing it into her.

"What about Patty?" he asked, kissing his mother's neck.

She shivered. "I'll just send her to Jill's for something."

Twenty minutes later, Nancy was a very happy woman as she had an orgasm with her pussy wrapped firmly around her son's spurting prick. She was astonished at how quickly he had learned how to please a woman. She was even more pleased as he continued to pound her into the bed mercilessly, his erection never flagging, even though he'd just fertilized her. By her calendar she should reach her peak of fertility in the next three days.

"We ... have ... to ... do ... this ... as much ... as ... possible" she grunted as he slammed his cock into her again and again, "for the ... next ... week." she panted. She'd added on two days that wouldn't actually be considered 'productive', but then she deserved some pleasure for her sacrifice, right?

"Yes Mother" huffed Brian as he dished up dessert in the form of still more slippery baby makers that he powered deep into his mother's womb.

Brian Thackery was a typical teenage boy. He was sure that neither his mother nor his sexy Aunt Jill would end up pregnant. He'd play along, of course. Once he'd had a little pussy he was hooked, but there was no way either of them could get his baby in them. He was just sure of that.

And so, over the next week, he made four more deposits in Aunt Jill's sperm bank, and rode his mother to a dozen or more bone rattling orgasms. It was quite amazing that, as rare as the Thackery seed was reputed to be, it flowed like water that week.

But finally, both women came to the conclusion that, based on their cycles, any further dalliances could not be claimed to be in the interests of conceiving. That was either already done, or never would be. That they both arrived at this conclusion about the same time, and in the same general manner, could be attributed to the fact they were sisters, who often act alike and have their menses at the same time.

The end result was, though, that both women, with no little reluctance, and many second thoughts, told Brian that it was all in Mother Nature's hands now, and that their visits to his bed would have to stop.

Brian was thoroughly bummed out. He went from all the pussy he could handle, back to what he'd had before it started ... none.



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Chapter 3



It was just the luck of the draw that Liz had her dream that very night. Ever since she had seen her brother naked, Liz's sleep had been ... rattled a little, every so often. She didn't remember the dreams, but she woke up horny and wet, and she didn't understand why. It bothered her a little, because she didn't currently have a boyfriend and she wished she knew who she was dreaming about. It never occurred to her it might be her own brother.

It was late at night and quiet in the house. Liz was dreaming. This time she knew she was dreaming, and she watched her dream unfold with interest. She was looking out the window toward the street in her dream, something she almost never did in real life. A dark green car pulled up to the curb, and uniformed men got out. In her dream one of them was obviously a Chaplain. She gasped, there in her dream, and her real body gasped too. She turned around, but she was alone in the house. She called for her parents, her sister, anybody, but only silence was there. She knew she was alone ... all alone ... all that was left of the Thackery family. The men knocked at the door and she decided not to open it. But it opened anyway, creaking as it did, and there they were, all somber looking, there with bad news.

But in her dream Liz suddenly smiled and let them in. She had to lean back to open the door because her belly was in the way. She was pregnant, almost due to give birth, but the baby felt light as a feather in her dream. The men told her Brian wouldn't be coming back, and they cried. Liz cried with them in her dream, but then smiled and told them it was all going to be OK, because some of Brian was still left. She showed them her swollen pregnant belly and told them it was Brian's baby. They smiled and stroked her belly. One man asked to see her breasts and she reached for a button on her dress.

Liz bolted awake and sat up, gasping for air. She sagged as she realized it was all a dream. It had seemed so real. She reached for her stomach, which was flat and taut. Something deep inside her sagged even more as she thought about the men in her dream and what they had come to tell her.

She thought back to how she had tried to get Beth to come to the house that day a week ago, to help Brian pack up the things in his room for storage, but it hadn't worked. Beth had been gone on an errand and Aunt Jill had asked her for some help, and by the time she got back home Brian was already stuffing things into boxes. She HAD helped him do that, talking to him in a fascinating and pleasurable way as she handed him things. She had always thought of her brother as a pain in the butt, but she suddenly discovered he was really a pretty interesting guy. It made her even sadder about him going away. And trying to get him and Beth together during the rest of the week hadn't worked out either. Maybe that was why she had the dream. She was running out of time.

She glanced over at her sister, who was snoring lightly in the bed next to hers. As if she were still dreaming, Liz moved her legs off the bed and stood. She slid sideways through the door, which always squeaked as it was opened, and crept along trying not to step on the creaky places she knew were in the hallway. Then she remembered how many times she had heard those creaks and had just rolled over, paying no mind to whoever was going to the bathroom. Still, she needed to be careful, because if anybody caught her, all hell would break loose.

She got to Brian's door and paused.

This was crazy!

She turned around to leave, and then thought about her dream again. She realized she was wet between her legs, thinking about what she had gotten out of bed to come do. But he'd probably scream at her and throw her out. She couldn't take the embarrassment of that. She actually took two steps back toward her room and the floor creaked, just like the sound of the door opening in her dream. She took a breath, turned back around, grasped the handle of his bedroom door ... and went into her brother's room.

Liz's eyes were perfectly adapted to the dark, and the streetlight coming through Brian's window made it easy to see him on the bed. He was taking up the entire bed, his arms flung wide, and one leg thrown almost off the bed. His other leg was bent at the knee. He almost looked like he had fallen from some great height and was dead.

She shuddered and felt her stomach twist.

And ... he was naked. She crept closer and his head moved. She froze. Her eyes were drawn to his groin. There, again was his penis, and again it was erect. It was huge, to her mind, but maybe not quite as big as she remembered it. She sighed and felt a tremor in her pussy as she got even wetter. Somehow her certainty that SHE wasn't going to have that prick in her had drifted away somewhere.

She pulled at her oversized T shirt and let it drop on the floor, leaving her as naked as her brother was.

She didn't know what to do. She'd had things in her pussy before, and she knew her cherry was long gone, but she'd never let a boy stick one of those things in her. She leaned over and looked at it in the dim light. It looked white, like marble. She wanted to touch it but she was afraid he'd wake up. Then she'd have to explain what she was doing and he'd throw her out, or yell, or do something that would bring others.

Liz licked her lips. What if she put her mouth on it. All the boys begged her to do that when she went out with them, but she never had. She'd jacked two of them off, but that was only because she was afraid they'd force her if she didn't do something to calm them down. She hadn't gone out with either of those boys again either. But if she was sucking him when he woke up, maybe he'd just get all horny and let her get some of the last of the Thackery seed into her womb, where it might take root and then, if a dark green sedan ever pulled up to the house, she might be able to take that news without just dying herself.

She planned it all out in her mind. She'd grasp the shaft of that long hard thing, and put her mouth on the tip and start sucking. Then she'd slide her hand up and down the shaft, and when he woke up he'd be too involved in feeling good to make her stop. Yes ... it would work. She leaned forward, her mouth open. She wondered what it would taste like.

Brian Thackery drifted toward wakefulness feeling of a wet, hot mouth sucking his knob. A cool feminine hand was jacking him at the same time. He decided it was his aunt, based on the feeling of the fingers around his prick. And she liked to wake him up that way too. She must have changed her mind, and wanted one more helping of the last of the Thackery seed.

And he was ready to give it to her. He'd gone to bed glum, thinking that he'd gotten sort of used to dumping his load in a nice willing pussy. So, when he woke up and it looked like he might be able to do it one more time, he was rarin' to go.

"Mmmmm yeah" he murmured, half asleep.

Liz grinned ... sort of ... when she heard him. Her plan was working. Spittle leaked out of the corner of her mouth when she grinned and she slurped, swallowing. She hadn't thought it would be this messy. But he actually tasted good, and the feel of his flesh was delightful in her mouth. She might just have to try this again, if she found the right boy.

Brian liked his Aunt's mouth, but he liked her pussy more. "C'mere" he said softly.

Now Liz didn't know what to do. She didn't think he was really awake. Maybe he thought he was dreaming. She decided that, if she crawled up and lay down, snuggling up against him, he'd probably go back to sleep. Then she could figure out how to get his cock in her pussy. Once she got that far it wouldn't matter if he woke up or not.

So, in answer to his summons, she crawled up his body and prepared to lie down with him.

What she wasn't prepared for was for him to roll with her, putting her under him, with his knees between hers. She was startled by the quickness of what happened, and then startled even more when she felt hard prick poking at the gates of her love box.

That touch brought fear rushing back to her, hovering all around her, making it difficult to breathe.

"Brian" she whispered, deciding it was time for him to wake up, because she was getting a little nervous and had decided that maybe she WANTED him to throw her out.

Brian felt his chest come down on small firm breasts, just like his Aunt Jill had. His hand went between them and he grabbed his cock. He'd had a lot of practice at getting started lately, and his hand put the tip of his cock unerringly where it belonged.

"BRIAN!" said a female voice in his ear, and he heard passion in that voice.

Liz realized that she was about to be deflowered, and her "BRIAN!" had, in fact, been filled with emotion ... but it was fear, rather than passion. She was quite sure that by saying his name in her normal voice, right in his ear, that he would stop, raise his head, call her name and THEN ... throw her out.

Instead, Brian, who thought he was shoving his iron hard prick in his Aunt Jill, thrust forward, expecting to hear her relieved sigh of joy at being penetrated clear to her cervix.

He got a strangled combination of grunt, groan and vocal grimace instead. She was also a LOT tighter than usual ... a LOT tighter. She also wasn't quite as deep as he remembered, because when the tip of his cock mushed into the end of her pussy, there was still an inch of his cock sticking out.

Brian finally arrived at the conclusion that this was NOT his Aunt Jill under him, and it was NOT her pussy he was buried in. He could tell by the breasts pressing hotly against his chest that it was not his mother either.

Private Brian Thackery did what any good soldier would do. He did a pushup. Then he looked down at the woman whose pussy was impaled on his prick.

"Lizzy?" he said, his voice an octave higher than usual.

"Owww, oh FUCK you're splitting me OPEN," groaned his sister.

"What are you doing Lizzy?" he asked.

"Ohhh owww. What does it LOOK like I'm doing Brian?" she groaned.

Brian wasn't stupid. He thought Aunt Jill and his mother were ... silly, to put it nicely ... based on their unswerving devotion to the Thackery seed, as it were. But he understood how important family roots were in the South too. And, pushed up over his sister, whose hips were beginning to wiggle a little, and whose moans were less filled with pain, and beginning to sound a tad bit like pleasure, he was hit with the insight that the women in his family were actually SERIOUS about this 'last of the Thackery seed' business.

"You want to have my baby?" Brian said, wonder in his voice.

"Ummmmm" her pussy pushed up at him, making his cock move inside her. "WANT isn't the right word" she sighed. "But I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you and there was nothing left of you."

"You don't have to do this Lizzy" he said, intending to tell her about Aunt Jill. But he wasn't going to mention their mother. He wasn't too sure Liz would be able to deal with the fact that several cups of the scarce and precious Thackery seed had been stored away in her mother's womb.

"Don't ruin this for me Brian," she moaned, reaching up for his face. "Would you kiss me please? I think it's starting to feel a lot better."

So Brian kissed his sister. And he found out she kissed completely different than either his aunt OR his mother. And her pussy felt different too. Most of the orgasms he gave his mother and aunt involved mashing their clitties. But he couldn't get that deep into Liz. It turned out it didn't matter, because Liz loved the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her tightly stretched pussy lips, which pulled her clitoral hood down enough that the top of his cock scraped her clit nicely. And, when the tip of his cock dug into the back of her pussy tube, she felt the most delicious kind of pain that wasn't really pain. It felt like pain, but she loved it. She loved the feel of his thighs sliding across hers, and of his chest sliding over her breasts. Most of all she loved hearing his breathing get faster, and louder, and knowing it was because of HER that he was so excited.

"Oh shit" he groaned" and Liz knew something was about to happen.

"I'm gonna cum" he said, his eyes looking down at hers. "Are you sure?" he asked.

She nodded her head furiously, not trusting her voice. She winced as he pushed hard into her and then felt something hot bloom all around where it hurt. He backed up and pushed again and she felt something give way inside her as his cock sunk the rest of the way into her body. Now the heat was deeper inside her and she couldn't describe what it felt like because her pussy was spasming all around his cock and she was cumming. She'd cum on her fingers, and cum on several vegetables. She'd cum on her hairbrush handle and she'd cum from rubbing her jeans-clad pussy up against a saddle horn on a trail ride.

But she'd never cum like this. She squeaked, making little yipping sounds, and then made a sound something like "Waaaahhhhhhhh" that got louder and louder until Brian had to cover her mouth with his to keep the whole house from hearing her. She grabbed his pillow and pulled it between their faces until it was covering hers. Then she screamed into the pillow as her whole body felt the tingling pleasure of what was happening to her.

Brian dumped his balls, and a fresh batch of the very potent, very precious, and very rare Thackery seed was planted deep in the womb of a very fertile and suddenly very willing Thackery woman, who welcomed that seed with every fiber of her being, and decided, right then and there, that she would need to do this again very soon. Very soon indeed.

They melted together as Brian rolled sideways so he could relax without worrying about crushing his sister. "Thank you" he whispered.

She kissed him lightly and said "I really am worried about you."

"Do you have ANY idea how much trouble you're going to be in if I get you pregnant?" he asked.

"I can live with that," she said flatly.

Brian felt guilty that he hadn't told her about the OTHER women who had sampled the last of the Thackery seed. "You REALLY don't have to do this ... again." he finished lamely. She was already full of his sperm, and if there was an egg handy it didn't much matter if she did it again or not.

Liz licked his chin with the tip of her tongue. "I can't imagine losing my cherry in a better way."

"YOU WERE A VIRGIN?!" he gasped and she shushed him.

"Of course I was. I'm no slut."

"Oh MAN!" he said softly. "I wouldn't have done it like that if I'd have known. I thought you were..." He had been about to say "somebody else" but chopped it off.

It worked out OK, though, because she thought he had been about to say "experienced."

Liz felt her inexperience when she went back to her room. She ached, and had to walk a little bowlegged. Her thighs got wet too, because he had put so much stuff in her that it ran down them as she tip toed back to her bed. Once she got in bed, though, the warm feeling in her belly felt so good that she had no trouble getting to sleep. She didn't dream for the rest of the night.

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The following Friday night, Jill and her daughter came over to spend some time with the Thackery family. Liz, who now had a total of three loads of the rare and precious Thackery seed in her womb, and now dreamed almost every night that she had a big swollen belly with a cute little Thackery baby in it, knew she should keep her mouth shut about that.

But it was driving her crazy. What teenage girl, when she has a secret THAT huge, can resist sharing it with someone. She couldn't share it with Patty, because she was quite sure what Patty would do. Patty would explode like an Atom bomb. They had talked about getting Beth pregnant ... not Liz.

Liz looked at her cousin, whose doe eyes were glued on Brian as he played cards with the adults. Everybody in the family knew she was smitten with him, except Brian, of course. He still ruffled her hair and called her "Squirt". Boys were so stupid sometimes. Aunt Jill asked Beth to get her a glass of tea and Beth stood up. She stretched and Liz looked at her flat stomach. Liz closed her eyes and In a mental flash she saw THAT stomach swollen with a Thackery baby TOO! Yes! That was the answer! If TWO girls were pregnant with Brian's baby, that would almost guarantee the continuation of the Thackery line. And, if those two girls managed it right, and wore the right clothes, by the time the adults finally found out they were pregnant, it would be too late for them to stop the girls from having their babies. AND, since Brian would still be over there in that far away place when the babies were born, no one would take the babies away from them either.

Liz opened her eyes and went to help Beth get the tea. They were alone in the kitchen.

"Um ... Beth?" prompted Liz.

Beth looked at her with a question in her eyes.

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh? What?" asked Beth as she poured a big glass of sweet tea.

"You like Brian ... right?"

Beth's eyes went hooded. This was dangerous territory. If anybody knew just how MUCH she liked her cousin the jokes would never end. "Sure. I guess," she said, trying to make it sound like she hadn't thought much about it.

"Come on Beth" chided Liz gently. "You like him ... a lot. Don't you?"

"What do you want Liz?" asked Beth a little crossly.

"If I tell you something ... a secret ... will you promise not to tell another soul?" Liz knew that would get Beth's attention. That kind of question got EVERY woman's attention.

"What?" asked Beth carefully.

"You have to promise" said Liz. "On Grandma Harker's grave." Grandma Harker's old weathered headstone had been used for generations to make promises over. She was reputed to have been a harridan of the first magnitude, having gone through four husbands, all of whom died, it was rumored, from being nagged to death.

"I'm not going over there to..."

"You don't have to go to the graveyard." said Liz. "Just promise on Grandma Harker's grave and I'll tell you."

Beth looked speculatively at her cousin. Liz wasn't smiling, like there was some joke going on. On impulse Beth went to the door and looked around behind it to see if Patty was hiding there. She wasn't.

Beth turned around and looked at Liz. "OK, I promise."

"On Grandma Harker's grave" prompted Liz.

"Good GRIEF! OK, OK, on Grandma Harker's grave!" said Beth in a disgusted tone.

"I let Brian have sex with me." whispered Liz, immediately.

You've heard the phrase "quiet as a tomb"? Well, that kitchen was just plumb FULL of quiet. Until the glass of tea slid from Beth's nerveless fingers and hit the floor, smashing and splashing tea everywhere.

"SHIT!" screamed Beth.

"Uh Oh" muttered Liz. No curse word of ANY sort had EVER been heard to pass through Beth's lips. And Liz had a feeling that it didn't have anything to do with a broken glass OR some spilled tea. Her plan had been to invite Beth to share the 'wealth' so to speak, but events were moving too quickly.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!" yelled Beth again, stamping her right foot with each forbidden word. The kitchen was suddenly filled with concerned adults, who were expecting pools of blood at a minimum, based on Beth's exclamations.

"Beth, honey?" said Jill tentatively. Beth's eyes were bugged out and her face was suffused with blood. She was obviously intensely, amazingly, astoundingly upset. "It's OK, baby, it's just a glass of tea." finished her mother.

Beth turned to her cousin, a dangerous glint in her eye. "You get to do EVERYTHING!" she shouted. Then she turned and bolted for the back door. It would have been a magnificent Southern Woman Exit too, except that somebody had thrown the bolt and the door wouldn't open. She struggled with it, unable to see the lock handle because of the tears in her eyes and finally shouted "SHIT!!" one last time before turning around and walking, almost regally through the astonished adults.

Brian was the last one she passed, and Beth took the time to stop in front of him and, from only two inches away, she said "I am SO pissed off at you!" And then she went on into the living room and out the front door. Liz went after her in hot pursuit.

"What did I do?" asked a confused Brian.

Nancy and Jill both remembered experiencing overwhelming (usually) hormonally based crisis situations when they were teenagers, and they both knew that such world-shaking events almost always resolved themselves after a good cry. They opted to let nature take its course.

Nancy responded by playing one of her favorite games. She addressed her clueless son. "Well, if you're so dense that you don't understand it by now, I'm certainly not going to waste an hour explaining it to you." She elbowed her sister and winked.

"Understand what?" asked Brian plaintively.

Jill wanted to laugh. Playing with men was so much fun. "Don't look at me. I'm just her mother. YOU'RE the one she's mad at.

"But I didn't DO anything!" he complained.

"Welcome to being a man." said his father. "We were winning. They probably arranged this whole thing just to get out of being beat at Spades."

Beth was forgotten as both women rose to the bait and demanded that the game go on. Within five minutes all four adults were poring over freshly dealt hands as if there were money involved.

Outside, Liz ran to catch up with her irate cousin. "BETH!" she called. "Stop Beth, I can explain!"

Beth, who had been stomping along whirled to face Liz. "You KNEW how I felt about him. I know you did. How could you DO this to me?"

Liz, always pragmatic, said "Come on Beth. He's your cousin. How was I supposed to know you wanted to crawl in bed with him? Hell, I didn't even know that I wanted to crawl in bed with him! Not until the dream. That's what I wanted to tell you about. I had this dream, and when I woke up I knew I had to ... you know ... with him."

"What dream?" Beth had the same amount of curiosity that most women had.

So Liz told her about the dream, and about how she'd decided that somebody had to do something about Brian being the last male Thackery who could father babies.

"It just sort of happened." she ended.

"I can't believe this." said Beth. She looked up. "So are you pregnant?"

"I don't know." said Liz. "It was just two days ago. I've never done anything like this before."

"But if you don't know, how will you know if you have to ... you know ... try again?" Beth looked unhappy at the idea that it might be needful for Liz to have more sex with her brother.

"Well, for one thing, I think I want to try again just because it was fun." said Liz.

Beth started getting mad again, and Liz saw that. "But wait!" she said loudly. "The whole REASON I wanted to tell you this is that I think YOU should do it TOO!"

"What?" Beth was stunned.

"I think there should be TWO of us who ... you know ... keep something of his ... I mean in case something happens to him."

"That's crazy!" yelled Beth.

"I know it is, but we HAVE to Beth. What happens if my dream comes true?" The thought of that brought tears to her eyes. It brought tears to Beth's eyes too and soon the two girls were clasping each other, crying their eyes out.

Finally they calmed down. Beth reached out and wiped Liz's smeared mascara with her thumb. "What about Patty?" she asked.

Liz snorted. "She'd think we were both perverts."

"Well?" asked Beth pointedly.

Liz blushed. "We're NOT perverts! We're just doing what has to be done to carry on the Thackery line."

Beth sighed. "OK, but what if Brian won't go along with it?"

Liz smiled. "Don't worry about that. I have a plan."

Twenty minutes later they were back at the house. They walked in together, talking about the new CD released by Cindy Lawlor, arguing about whether it was Pop or Hip Hop. They both walked by the adults as if they weren't even there. Nancy and Jill traded self satisfied looks.

Brian watched the girls go by. "What the... ?" he murmured to himself.

"Don't think about it" advised his father. "You'll be bald by the time you're thirty if you try to understand women." He scratched at his almost hairless pate.

The game broke up when the women set the men and went over 500 in the same hand, laughing and crowing about how the big strong men had been trounced by the poor weak women. Jill said she had to get up early in the morning to go Garage Saleing and yelled for Beth. Liz stuck her head in the room and announced that Beth was staying the night ... if that was OK.

It was.

As everyone was getting ready for bed, Liz sidled up to her brother and spoke to him in a low voice.

"Can I come see you again tonight?"

Brian's eyes darted to his parents, who were leaving the room. Patty was also on the other side of the room, cleaning up empty pop cans and beer bottles.

"Um ... sure. I guess so." Then he remembered who she'd been talking to all night. "Uh ... what about Beth and Patty?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Beth's going to share my bed. I'm going to tell her I can't sleep and then I can leave. But your room's too close. Can you meet me down in the family room?" The family room was in the basement. It had a big couch in it, that was often used as a bed when visitors overfilled the bedrooms.

"OK" he said.

He waited almost an hour for people to get in bed and get to sleep. Then he tip-toed down the stairs to the family room.

"Don't turn on the light" came Liz's soft voice from the area of the couch. "Somebody might see it. I'm on the couch."

It was dark, and he couldn't see anything, but he felt his way to the couch, and found warm, naked girl waiting for him. As he sunk down on top of her he was amazed at the passion with which she met him.

There were kisses ... long, passionate, wet kisses that sucked the breath out of them both and they panted as a result. Her hands pushed his head to her breasts, and he found her nipples by feel, sucking on both of them as she sighed and wiggled under him. Her legs were spread wide and he was so excited he couldn't wait. He crawled up over her, fisting his cock and fishing around with the tip in her swampy opening. He was about to shove it in her when he remembered that, until two nights ago, she was a virgin. And the two times they had done it since she had been very appreciative if he went slowly when he first went into her warm, willing pussy. It was that that caused him to enter her slowly, a little at a time, gently.

And it was that that saved Beth from the worst of the pain as her rare and cherished virginity was sacrificed for the sake of the last of the equally rare and cherished Thackery seed.

Liz hid behind the couch, wishing she could see. Beth was making noises that, so far, suggested she was having a GREAT time. But sooner or later Brian was going to shove that long hard penis in the poor girl and, unknown to Brian, he would claim his second virgin in almost as many nights.

Beth had assured Liz that she could take him ... that it would be OK. But, as her spasming pussy was slowly stuffed full of rampant prick for the very first time, Beth began to feel the onset of panic. She was being cruelly stretched. She thought she had torn her hymen already, playing with her pussy, but the sting of pain at the bottom of her slit told her otherwise. Then his heavy body pinning her to the couch, he had slowly put more and more and still MORE penis in her. Still, she couldn't say anything yet. If he found out he wasn't fucking Liz he might stop.

"Unghhhh, you feel so tight" he whispered to the hair-covered ear beside his mouth.

"Mmmmmm" was the feminine reply.

At this point, Brian, who had taken things slowly up til now, decided he had been careful enough. He began to fuck the fabulously tight pussy that was sucking at his prick. What probably saved Beth from a bad experience was the fact that because she was so tight, she brought him off almost immediately. His prick coughed and shots of slippery sperm lanced out of his cock, coating Beth's pussy walls and relieving much of the friction that was causing her discomfort.

Then, because teenaged boys can, Brian kept fucking his lover, wanting to give her a nice hard orgasm. Things began to feel lots better to Beth almost immediately.

About eight minutes later she had her first orgasm. It caused Brian some problems, because when she felt it coming she wrapped her legs around him, and her arms around him, and all those limbs contracted and froze as her pussy spasmed and milked the beautiful cock that was making her feel soooooo wonderful. She held him so tightly that he couldn't move in and out.

The girl under him shuddered as she came on his cock. The rippling of her pussy suggested that his second urge to ejaculate could be gratified. That urge boiled up in him and he let all his weight fall on her pussy as he felt the first jets of his sperm jet out into her pussy.

A voice came from the stairs. "Liz? Beth?" It was Patty's voice.

The light came on and Brian stared down into his cousin's face as his cock twitched and fired two more times. Beth's eyes were squinting at the light, but her mouth was open as she gasped for air. He stared into her eyes and shoved his cock in her again as it went off twice more. Her pupils dilated as she felt his spend being deposited deep inside her.

"Don't ... stop!" she gasped at the man who was fertilizing her garden.

"What..." came Patty's voice.

Movement in Brian's peripheral vision turned into Liz as she bounced into sight from behind the couch.

"SHHHHHH" she said to her sister. "You'll ruin EVERYTHING!" she said in a loud stage whisper.

"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" came Patty's entirely too loud voice.

"SHHHHHH" I can explain everything!" said Liz hopefully.

Brian, looking down at his lovely cousin, who was currently being pumped full of his spunk, thought he knew what was going on.

"You want a baby too?" he whispered to her.

Beth was scared, but this was something she knew she wanted. She nodded.

Brian leaned down and kissed her, and this kiss was gentle, a thank you for what she had given him, as his prick finally began to soften in her pussy.

Meanwhile, there was some fancy talking going on over by the stairwell as Liz went into Saleswoman-of-the-Year mode, trying to convince her sister that this was what they'd talked about, and it was necessary, and vital, and important and at least six other impressive words. She was talking so fast and so furiously that her sister couldn't get a word in edgewise.

There was the crack of a hand hitting a cheek and Brian looked up to see Liz holding her cheek. It was eerily silent. Brian got off his cousin and stood up to face Patty. His cock had softened, but was still half hard. It was also covered with a sheen of milky white streaks.

Liz, over her shock at being slapped drew breath to start in again, but Patty held up her hand.

"Just shut up," she said softly. She took a step toward Brian, and her eyes drifted down over his chest, and then lower, to his sperm covered cock. Patty leaned sideways and looked around her brother to where Beth was still lying, splayed out on the couch, her pussy weeping thick pale sauce.

Patty looked back at her brother's face. "Well, obviously you didn't force her," she said.

"No" he said back. "I'm not sure I could explain it, but it really was an accident."

Patty snorted. "This was no accident."

Liz tried again. "I tricked him. I -" She stopped as Patty's stern gaze shifted from Brian to her.

"I told YOU to shut up." Patty glanced over at her sister. Then she looked back at Brian. "We talked about you," she said looking in his eyes.

He looked surprised.

"All three of us" she said, going on. "We were worried about you. And about what Aunt Jill said. About you being the last Male Thackery. We talked about it ... a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh." said Brian. He didn't know what else to say.

"And Liz even came up with some story about how she saw you naked and how HUGE you were and all that. And then she had this lame-brained idea about having you get Beth pregnant. But I never thought they'd do something like THIS!" she said, shaking her head. "I thought about it, when I saw you and Aunt Jill going at it like animals, but I didn't think any of the others knew."

Brian leaned backwards in surprise. "Aunt Jill?" he said.

Beth sat up. "My mother?"

Liz's jaw dropped. "Aunt Jill?" She sounded confused.

Patty turned to her and shook her head again. "Yeah. I was going to the bathroom one night and I heard noises in his room, so I looked in there and he was on top of Aunt Jill, doing what he apparently -" she leaned around him to look at Beth again "- was just doing to Beth."

Liz was astonished. "You saw him and Aunt Jill DOING IT?"

Patty nodded.

"And you DIDN'T TELL ME!?" Liz sounded hurt. Then her eyes went wide. "Wait a minute. Did you just say you thought about it?"

"Yes. Aunt Jill was making these sounds that made my pussy wet." said the girl her sister would have sworn would never say the word 'pussy'.

Beth had gotten up from the couch and appeared beside Brian. The two of them looked like they were illustrative models for the difference between male and female, standing side by side.

Beth's voice had a note of something ... ominous. "You saw him fucking my MOTHER!?"

Patty glanced at her cousin. "Yup. And from the looks of it he was doing a good job."

"PATTY!" said Liz, shocked to her core that Patty would be that ... crude.

Brian looked down at Beth just in time to see her say "I am SO pissed at you! I'm even MORE pissed than when I found out you fucked Liz!"

Now Patty showed surprise. She turned to her sister. "YOU did it TOO?"

Liz colored up nicely, and just nodded her head.

Patty regained her composure and looked down at her brother's soft penis. "I'm going back to bed. Don't make so much noise. I don't think Daddy would approve of this." Then, to their astonishment, Patty turned and padded back up the stairs.

The mood was lost, though, at least for Brian. Liz wanted him to bed her that night too and Beth would have gone again, after she got over being mad that he had fucked her mother, but Brian shook his head and said "I've got ten days left. You don't have to be in a hurry."

When the girls got to their bedroom Patty was already rolled over, facing away from them and didn't answer their whispered query as to whether she was awake or not.

She was, in fact, awake, but didn't want to talk. Her eyes were closed, but she could still see Brian on top of Beth, Beth's legs cast wide in acceptance of what he was doing to her. And she'd seen that thick white column of man flesh sliding in and out of Beth too, before he'd jammed it in and held it there, deep, as he grunted and made sounds. Those sounds made it all too clear what he was doing - spurting his cousin full of thick baby juice.

She couldn't help but wonder what it was like.



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Chapter 4

The next day Patty cornered her sister and cousin after breakfast and demanded that they tell her everything. She knew why they'd done it, of course, but she insisted on being told again and again what that first time was like. Had it hurt? Had they bled? Was it uncomfortable? When the answers about the negative aspects of it were vague, and their talk about the positive aspects got more and more unbelievable, Patty held up her hand to stop them.

"So you're gonna keep doing it with him." she stated. "Until he leaves, I mean."

Liz nodded, but that wasn't good enough for Beth. Her dream had come true the night before and she was still on cloud nine. "I'm going to let him do that even after he comes back," she said. Then she blushed as she realized she'd said it out loud. She stuck her jaw out. "Well I am!"

"Well if he comes back, we're all going to be in a HEAP of trouble." said Patty.

"We all?" said Liz archly.

"OK, you all are going to be in a heap of trouble." she amended. By now she was so curious that had she started trying to talk herself into letting Brian fuck her too. She was arguing with herself, though, and she didn't know who was winning.

"What if you guys both have girls? What then? Girls can't carry on the family line."

Liz said "We don't even know if we're pregnant yet you goof!"

Patty went on. "Yeah, but what if you are ... both of you ... and what if you both have a girl?"

"So what are we supposed to do?" asked Beth plaintively.

"Well, I could see there being TWO girls ... but the odds would be against THREE." said Patty, as if that explained everything.

"What?" responded both Beth and Liz at exactly the same time. Neither of them got what Patty was talking about.

Patty acted like she was lecturing five year olds. "I can see the possibility that Brian could get two girls ... women I mean ... pregnant, and that both of those women might have girls. But if he got THREE women pregnant, one of them would just HAVE to be a boy. I mean statistically there would just HAVE to be a boy."

Liz's eyes widened. "You want to fuck him too!" She grinned widely. "Admit it ... you want Brian to pop your cherry too, don't you?"

Beth hadn't been happy about even one other girl getting access to her dream boy's prick. The thought of two other girls getting it made her start to smolder. "I don't THINK so," she said.

"NO!" said Patty. "I didn't say I WANTED to do it. I'm just saying that, statistically, it would be better to have three babies than two. That's all. I mean ... really, you both COULD have a girl."

Liz wasn't buying it. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, I'm willing to take my chances. I just am going to try to get Brian's baby in me and I'll hope it's a boy, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I love it when he's in me. I wish I could do it all day long!"

Beth still wasn't happy. "It's not fair! You guys are his SISTERS! You shouldn't even be DOING this. I'm the one who's going to have Brian's baby and then he won't be the last of the Thackery seed any more!"

Then the conversation was broken up by Nancy, who stuck her head in the door and told them to get ready to go down to Mobile, so that Aunt Mildred could see Brian before he shipped out. That took the rest of the day, though all three girls did get a chance to talk to Brian about things. Had it been a "normal" trip, they might not have said a word to him, but things had changed and they all worked on an honest relationship with him.

That night Brian went out with his friends and didn't get back until late, long after the girls had given up and gone to sleep.

And Brian slept late the next day, sleeping in until noon. Nancy had a 'Daughters of the Confederacy' meeting to go to that afternoon, and, suddenly, the girls were alone with Brian.

He came awake to the feeling of being smothered in soft girl flesh as both Liz and Beth crawled all over him, stark naked, complaining of an "empty feeling" and demanding to be filled. Patty stood in the doorway, torn between leaving and watching.

In the end she watched.

She was amazed at how willingly the girls spread their legs for Brian. She was astonished at how huge his erect penis looked. She was flabbergasted when he slid that huge thing effortlessly into first Beth, and later Liz. Her eyes narrowed as each girl got more and more active before going into paroxysms of orgasmic pleasure.

She shuddered as Brian warned each girl he was about to pour her full of the rare and priceless Thackery seed. But each time she watched her brother push into one of his lovers, and saw his butt muscles clench as he fertilized them, she felt a gush of juice make her pussy wet.

She had to leave at one point, but it was only to change her panties before going back. Everything was over by then. Brian glanced at her, but didn't say a word. Had he gotten up and walked toward her she'd have screamed and run in panic. She knew that like she knew the sun would set that evening.

But when he DIDN'T get up and walk toward her, she felt unaccountably like something was wrong.

She couldn't take it any more when Brian started round two with each of the girls, and she left to go visit Stacy Johnston, who, to Patty's intense disgust, wanted to talk about boys.

For two more days Patty watched as Liz or Beth, or both of them together found ways to be alone with Brian. And each time she knew what was going on behind the closed door, or in the back seat of the car, or wherever. Her pussy stayed wet.

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It was the next morning when it occurred to Patty that, based on her last period, she was probably in the most fertile part of her cycle, and would be for another two or three days. She told her mother she was going for a bike ride.

She didn't come back until eight-thirty that night.

Her parents were frantic, of course. Brian had been out all afternoon cruising around in the car, but Anniston is a town full of little streets and alleys, and, of course Oxford is literally right next door, with it's old town shops. For that matter she could have ridden her bike onto Fort McClellan, where she could ride around for days without being found.

So there were thunderclouds over the house when she pedaled in, dropped her bike, and walked in the back door like nothing had happened.

To her credit, she took it all with quiet stoicism. She'd been out, thinking, and knew she should have called them. So she endured the lectures and the grounding and the lectures after the grounding, and, of course, the stories of girls kidnapped and raped and killed that came at various points DURING the lectures. And when everyone was done yelling at her she walked quietly to her room. She took a shower and got in bed, again facing the wall. Aunt Jill and Beth, who had also been driving around looking for her, went home. Liz, who had been frantic with worry for her twin, dropped into her own bed, exhausted, and slept.

Eventually the house went quiet as night spread its blanket over the family.

Brian pretty well figured somebody would pay him a visit that night, so he didn't bother to put on anything after his shower. He lay naked on his bed, half hard from the anticipation, and read a book. It was late, and the house had been quiet for a while.

He was about to close the book and turn out the light when Patty appeared in the doorway suddenly, without knocking. The door just opened silently, and there she was. The only reason Brian noticed was some small movement he saw in his peripheral vision, that cause his head to swivel towards the door. What she was there for was obvious. She was dressed only in panties.

She slid in the door and closed it quietly behind her, leaning back against it. Even though she acted cool as a cucumber, Brian could tell she was ... excited. First of all she was flushed clear down to the tops of her breasts, which were rising and falling rapidly. Secondly, her hands fluttered at her hips, as if she didn't quite know what to do with them. And her nipples were erect, sticking out as though they were trying to burst off of her flesh and bounce against the walls. Those nipples were darker than Brian would have expected. Liz's nipples and areolas were pink and pale, but Patty's were more toward maroon. Otherwise he could have been looking at Liz.

Brian tried to put her at ease. "I hoped you'd come," he said softly.

Her eyes widened fractionally in surprise. She still couldn't adjust to the idea that she was going to let her brother slide his penis inside her and, hopefully, make her pregnant. It was just too strange.

"Really?" she said, her voice younger than her years. She looked about ready to bolt.

"Yes" he said simply. "You're beautiful, Patty."

It seemed like a stupid thing to say, considering the circumstances, but somehow it was the thing that made her relax a little.

"This seems weird," she said, still leaning against the door.

"It's hard for me to explain how I feel about all this," he said. "I mean I know it's crazy, and incest, and all that stuff. But what you ... and the others ... are doing is so wonderful. I mean it makes me feel ... I don't know ... special somehow."

"Really?" she asked again. Her body leaned forward, onto her feet and she took a tentative step toward the bed, and her brother, who was lying on it.

"Yeah. Really. I mean at first it just was a chance to get ... laid."

He saw the look of shock in her eyes and held up his hand. "Don't be upset. It just seemed like that was the whole point. At first. But when Beth said she really wanted my baby, and Liz came back again and again, it was like suddenly I really WAS somebody special. I can't really put it into words."

Patty took another step. "I know how you feel. When we talked about it I thought it was a stupid idea. But the more I thought about it ... I'm scared though, Brian."

He rolled over and his mostly stiff cock flopped onto the bed. Patty stared at it and took a step back.

"Wow" she said softly. "I still can't get over how ... how big it is."

"I won't hurt you Patty" he said soothingly. "You don't even have to do this."

"Yes I do" she said firmly, taking two steps toward him. "It's my duty. You have your duty and I have mine. Liz and Beth might have girls. They might not even get pregnant."

"If you're sure you want to do this, then I promise I'm going to make you very very happy," he said, patting the bed right beside his cock.

She came over to the edge of the bed, staring at his cock like it was some 4th of July firework that hadn't gone off yet, and nobody knew whether it was safe or not. But, looking at it, she felt a rush of warmth in her pussy and realized that, besides looking scary, it looked ... interesting too. She marveled at the smoothness of the skin and at how soft the hair around the base looked. Her eyes slid to the big sack under the base. It looked full and she felt another rush of warmth in her pussy.

Brian, meanwhile, was staring at his sister's almost naked body. He felt the urge to mate, and his penis hardened fully, but he knew that Patty was frightened. He knew that this time, when he coupled with a Thackery woman, he would need to be tender.

"You can touch it ... if you want to," he said softly.

"It looks ... different," she said vaguely. Tentatively she reached out and touched it with one fingertip. It lurched and she drew her finger back.

"I think it likes you." he joked.

Patty giggled.

"How 'bout if I make you feel good first?" suggested Brian.

"How?" she said, touching his cock with her finger again, stroking it with that one fingertip.

"I want to touch you," he said. He scooted back, making room for her on his bed.

Patty looked at him, torn, her emotions fluctuating wildly. "I ... I don't..."

"Let me kiss you" he said. He reached for her and coaxed her onto the bed, pulling her into a full body hug. She was stiff, her eyes filled with fear, inches from his own. He kissed the tip of her nose.

Now she felt each place his skin touched her. She could feel the heat of his cock, sandwiched between her abdomen and his.

"I love you Patty," he said soothingly.

"You have to love me. I'm your sister." That came from the pragmatic part of her brain.

He kissed her lips, soft, short, repetitive kisses made by pushing at her lips with his. They disarmed her because they were so soft and non-threatening. She began to kiss him back and then the kisses got longer, and warmer, until their lips were glued together and he began to slide the tip of his tongue into her mouth.

She felt herself melt against him as his kisses stole her breath. "Mmmmm" she said into his mouth, licking him back. "I like this."

"You'll like this better" he said, and began kissing across her jaw, to her throat and then down to her chest. She didn't have time to tense up before he captured one of her stiffened nipples in his mouth and sucked it in.

"Ahhhhhhh" she groaned as streaks of pleasure shot into her pussy from that nipple.

He lifted his head and whispered to her. "If you make too much noise somebody's going to come and make us stop."

Patty clapped one hand over her mouth and used the other hand to pull his head back to her breasts. He changed nipples and then, after sucking that one until it was an inch long, started kissing down her belly.

Patty knew what he was going to do and she froze. He pulled the waistband of her panties down and pushed his nose through her pubic hair. Then he got up on his hands and knees, pulling her stiff legs apart and crawling between them.

"Relax" he said softly.

"Mfph ng bfrt" she said into the hand covering her mouth.

Brian made her bend her knees and he pushed her heels toward her butt. She felt completely exposed, even though she still had on panties.

Brian leaned down and pushed his face against her pussy through the panties, just pushing and sliding his face around in her crotch. Patty felt pins and needles assail her pussy as his nose and then his chin pressed into her clitty. He reached up with his fingers and squeezed and rolled her nipples.

"Mfph ng bfrt" she said again.

Brian lifted his head. "I'm going to take your panties off now Patty."

"mm mm" she said into her hand.

"Yes" he said. His hands reached for the waistband and pulled. Patty's eyes showed white all around her irises as he pulled harder and harder, until finally her hips lifted and he slid them off her ass and down her thighs until they were stretched tight. He sat up and lifted her feet, pulling on the panties until she took one foot out of them.

Before she could react or think Brian pushed her knees apart, leaned down and fastened his lips around the mouth of her sex, shoving his tongue into her pussy.

"MMMMNNNNGGGGGGG" she moaned into her hand.

Patty hadn't known what to expect, so it isn't fair to say she was surprised at the feelings of glorious happiness that coursed through her young body as her brother found, and sucked on her clitty. Her hips jerked upwards with enough force to lift his head eight inches and she scrabbled for a pillow, knowing she was going to scream, and that she couldn't stop herself from doing it. Her flailing hand caught the pillow and brought it to cover her face just as her agonized cry of pleasure burst out.

What came from under the pillow was a muffled "MMMAAAAHHHHHH" as her muscles, independent of conscious control, snapped her pussy up against his mouth again twice in a rapid beat. Then she couldn't breathe and she lifted the pillow to draw in a gasping breath of air. Everything was happening too fast for her to keep up with or understand as an orgasm crashed through her body and she flopped, almost as if she were having a seizure of some kind.

Her obvious ecstasy inflamed Brian and his carefully thought out plan to take it nice and slow with Patty began to develop cracks and flaws as he used his front teeth to savage her clit. His cock felt like it was so hard it might break off if something hit it too hard.

Brian lifted his face from Patty's gushing sex and crawled up, stopping just long enough to suck each of her spiked nipples and let the tip of his cock press between her virgin pussy lips. He dragged the pillow off her face and saw her eyes were tightly closed. When she opened her eyes and looked at him they were glazed and shocked looking.

"So you want a baby?" he whispered.

Patty didn't actually understand the words and her "Uhhhhhhh" was actually part of the slide her emotions were making down from the peak of her orgasm.

Brian, though, heard assent. "I'm going to give you one Patty. I'm going to fuck you now and make a baby in your belly."

Now something penetrated Patty's lust fogged brain. "Baby" she whispered.

Brian pressed and his cock forced her virgin lips apart. Patty's hips did a wiggle and dance as she began to feel pain and automatically tried to avoid being speared. But all that did was adjust the angle of his attack until he was perfectly aligned with her sheath. All thoughts of being gentle were gone and Brian pressed forward as fast as his own foreskin could take. Her hymen stretched cruelly and then tore, and, as that minimal resistance disappeared, Brian's cock bored into her slippery channel, forcing the breath out of her that she might have screamed with. Just as the tip of his cock mushed into her cervix, his pubic hairs tangled with hers and his pubic bone flattened her clitoral bud.

There was a mingled "Ahhhhhhh" from Brian and the sound of air rushing into Patty's lungs as she prepared to scream bloody murder.

Brian, inexperienced as he was, felt the urge to kiss his lover and he sealed his lips over hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth about the same time as her scream tried to get out. Brian's overheated libido caused him to hump his sister three times in rapid succession, resulting in the repetitive stimulation of both her cervix and her clit. All pain was suddenly ignored as Patty felt the thing that has made women crave a pussy full of prick for thousands of years.

Their lovemaking, if it's even fair to call it that, was so driven by instinct, and passion and lust that neither of them was paying much attention to the other. As a result, their efforts were not complimentary and, at a time when she should have been pushing up, Patty's butt relaxed and fell. Brian's cock slipped out of her and, when her hips DID rise, slid along her pussy lips and up to her belly button instead of going back into her pussy.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO" she whined, her hands frantically trying to get between them. Brian realized what had happened and was even less happy about it. He raised up and her hand found his cock instantly, redirecting it back to her swampy hole. With sighs of relief from both of them he slammed it back into her pussy.

Finally they matched a rhythm and he pounded her pussy in rapid jerky strokes that brought both of them to orgasmic bliss in less than a minute. Just as Brian felt the muscles in his back burning so much that he might have to stop, he felt his balls lurch and his prick swell. He dug the tip of his cock into Patty's cervix and held it there tightly as strong, healthy streams of his spunk painted his sister's fertile womb. Being pressed in like that brought Patty off too as her clitty was massaged and, for the first time in her life, she felt warm sperm being injected deep in her belly. She clutched her brother so hard that she thought she might break her bones.

Thirty seconds later, both collapsed, Brian falling on his sister as if he were dead. Patty had a little trouble breathing, but she didn't care. The feeling of his body pressing down on hers was something she knew she'd always remember ... and welcome. Her mind flashed back to when Liz had said "I'll let him do this when he comes back too!" and suddenly she understood. she was overwhelmed with love for her brother/lover and she sought his lips for a deep kiss.

Brian gathered his strength for a few minutes and rolled to the side. Patty rolled with him, keeping her face close to his. "How long?" she whispered.

"What do you mean?" he asked, thinking she meant to ask how many days it was until he had to leave.

"When can you do it again?" she asked, sliding her hand down his chest to grasp his shrunken cock.

Patty stayed in his bed until five in the morning, when he chased her out, knowing that their father would be getting up soon. She was insatiable. She learned how to suck him back to hardness and managed to get his prick in her four more times, each time thrilling to the feel of his hot baby batter flooding her already soaked womb. Brian was a limp wreck when he finally convinced her to go back to her room.

And it wasn't until she got OUT of bed that Patty realized how much she had been stretched and abused as she hobbled back to her own bed.

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When, at eight thirty, his mother peeked into his room to see if he wanted breakfast, and she saw him lying spread eagled and naked, his limp cock lying to one side forlornly, she wanted to get that monster firm and climb aboard him again. But the girls were in the house, even though only Liz was up and about. With a sigh of regret, she closed the door and let him sleep.

For the next four days Private Brian Thackery knew what it felt like to be on the FBI's ten most wanted list. He was a hunted man. Everywhere he turned there was a nubile teenage female wanting to get naked with him and all three girls pulled him between their legs as often as they could manufacture a chance to do so. It was amazing how often one of the girls needed to go to Wal-Mart for some small thing, and demanded that Brian drive her there. When Nancy reminded Liz that she was perfectly capable of driving herself, Liz archly reminded her mother that Brian would be gone for a whole year, and that she wanted to spend as much time with him now as she could. So Nancy gave in, completely missing Brian's anguished look and the fact that he was beginning to look a little pale and walk a little funny.

Of course once Liz got him in the car, she ordered him to find a nice remote place where she could spread a blanket, so she could extract "just one more helping" of the fabulously valuable and incredibly rare Thackery seed. Then, as soon as they got back, one of the other girls would try to get him alone.

By the time Brian started cramming everything he was allowed to take with him into his duffel bag, Brian had learned exactly why the great Sultans of old had gone off to war so often. Taking care of multiple 'wives' was hard work!

The leave-taking was the stuff of romance novels. While the Thackery seed might be on the endangered sperm list, the salty tears of the five women whose wombs now harbored that seed were plenteous in the extreme.

It had already been determined that Tom would take Brian on post and drop him off at the assembly point, since none of the women could see well enough to drive. Ironically, a casual observer might have drawn a comparison between the way the Thackery women were acting and scenes of women at a middle eastern funeral, so much wailing was going on.

Each of the women clasped Brian to her bosom, hugging him fiercely, and their exhortations that he come back to her might have sounded repetitive to another man. But Brian, who had a lump in his own throat, knew better than most men how serious these women were about loving him. What he felt was the astonishment of a man who, for the first time in his life, knows he is loved beyond all other men.

Most men feel that but once in their life ... if they're lucky.

Private Brian Thackery reported to his Platoon Sergeant, with his bag and baggage, and several hours later climbed on a bus which would take them to Atlanta, where they would board a chartered 747 for the first leg of his trip, to Germany. From there it would be a long flight into Saudi Arabia, and who knew what after that.

He sighed with relief when his butt hit the seat.

At last he could get some rest.



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Chapter 5: Epilogue

Private First Class Brian Thackery comported himself honorably and bravely during the Turkey Shoot that was Operation Desert Storm. He never came under fire, though he was close enough to hear most of Saddam's army being crushed. When an M1 Abrahms main battle tank broke down after crossing the line into Iraq, he speeded to its aid to provide security while it was repaired. Hours later, having effected repairs, and fuming at having been delayed while his brother tankers went on to expend copious amounts of sabot rounds into Iraqi tanks, Sergeant Cooper, the tank commander, shook Brian's hand. He then disappeared over a low hill to their front.

Almost three minutes after he was gone, PFC Thackery and his partner got another radio call from Sgt Cooper, who requested that Thackery again come to his aid. He did not specify what kind of aid was needed. Cooper simply said "I need you to follow my tracks to my position." When Thackery and his partner drove over the hill in their armored Humvee, Brian felt his anus pucker hard.

There in front of him was the tank, with Cooper standing on top, waving his arms. He and the tank were surrounded by what looked like three hundred Iraqi soldiers, fairly bristling with weapons of various kinds and calibers.

None of them, however, were pointed at either Cooper or the tank.

Realizing how completely ludicrous the situation was, PFC Thackery depended on his training and drove forward fearlessly. Out of the side of his mouth he told his partner to get into the turret of the Hummer and man the M-60 Machine Gun that was mounted on the roof.

The hummer rolled to a dusty stop about ten feet from the tank and Brian got out.

"What's going on here?" he said in his lowest, most gravelly MP voice. It was the one he had developed through intense practice when no one was around to hear him.

Sgt Cooper said "PFC Thackery, these people have surrendered to me, and I haven't got time to mess with them. I need you to take them off my hands so I can go shoot some tanks! This is their commanding officer, Captain Habib." He pointed to a man on the ground beside the tank. That man turned to face Brian.

"It is MAJOR and it is Habibi. Ah, I see you are Military Police! Excellent. We surrender. Please take us into your custody."

Brian was surprised that the man was speaking English, and astounded at the situation he was in. Considering his lack of experience, it could only be said that he made two mistakes.

First, he sent Cooper on his way to kill tanks. That was a mistake, by virtue of the fact that it left him more or less completely defenseless. An argument could be made however, that, had the Iraqis started shooting, Brian and his partner would have been toast regardless of whether the tank was there or not.

He got on the radio and reported that he had prisoners. That was a radio call that was being made more and more frequently, and the response was "How many prisoners?"

Being a man of fairly literal bent, Brian reported that he didn't know for sure. He had not, after all, actually counted his prisoners.

The radio operator at Division Rear, assuming that Brian was a radio operator for a company in the field, instructed him to move the prisoners on a particular azimuth (direction) which would take them to an EPW (Enemy Prisoner of War) collection point.

Brian then made what was considered his second mistake. He let the prisoners retain their weapons. When asked why he did this, he replied that any time he'd left his weapon lying around he got his ass chewed, and he was afraid to leave all those weapons in a pile in the desert for fear that he'd get an Article Fifteen (punishment).

Thus it was that PFC Brian Thackery, accompanied by Three hundred twenty-four fully armed Iraqi soldiers, approached the EPW collection center, manned by seventeen MPs belonging to the 615th MP Company. That they were not fired upon was only because Brian sent his partner ahead in the Hummer to let them know what was going on, while he walked with Major Habibi, who had spent four years at Cal Tech, studying Electrical Engineering. It was during that time that he learned Saddam had abandoned his forward forces, planting mine fields behind them so they couldn't retreat. They had not been resupplied with either water or food for over a month, and were starving. Before they arrived at the EPW collection point Habibi formally handed Brian his Makarov 9mm pistol and said "Thank you PFC Thackery. When do you think we'll be able to get something to eat?"

Thus it was that PFC Brian Thackery, the last of the Thackery seed, as far as he knew, fulfilled his and his father's dreams of not only surviving the war, but becoming something of a hero as well.

And so, in July, 1991, when Brian was given an extra 30 days of leave in honor of having captured the most prisoners of anybody in the whole Army (Sgt Cooper was too embarrassed by the whole incident to take any of the credit)he flew home to Anniston.

Well, he flew to Atlanta, and his father picked him up. His father was alone, which made Brian pretty sad. He had enjoyed many memories while he was off to war, and a majority of them involved Thackery women. He had written them a lot of letters, and had received a few in return, but had moved around so quickly that his mail rarely caught up with him. The few letters he did receive were along the lines of "Your sisters are doing fine in school, we miss you, come back safely" kinds of letters. And in none of them was he notified he was going to be a Daddy. And, while he had more or less forgotten the reasons for all that sex he'd gotten from the Thackery women, he remembered each sexual partner quite vividly. He had hoped to get to hug a few when he got off the plane.

It was on the ninety mile ride from the airport to Anniston, during a long talk with his father, that he found out just how potent the last of the Thackery seed was.

His father had, at first, bought the story from Nancy that his vasectomy must have undone itself. He laughed as he described himself strutting around at the plant, while all the other men kidded him about being SO potent that not even a doctor could do anything about it.

But, by the time it became clear that his two daughters AND his sister in law AND her daughter were all pregnant too ... well, he wasn't stupid. None of the women would admit anything at all, but their shared attitude about Brian was illuminating.

After telling his son all this, he looked over at him and smiled a tired smile.

"I don't know whether to get in a fight with you or hug you." he said.

Brian, having a conscience, was subdued. He wasn't going to try to lie his way out of it either.

"Sorry Dad. She woke me up one day and things just sort of got out of hand."

Tom stared ahead, but then smiled. "Yeah, I remember what she could do to a man when he wasn't paying attention. And she always has gotten her way when she set her mind to it.

And, even though he now knew what was waiting for him at home, it was a stunned Brian Thackery who got out of the car to be greeted by a line of five very beautiful and very pregnant women, all grinning insanely as they laid eyes on the cause of their swollen bellies.

They were hard to hug, but their welcome home kisses were warm and happy.

They were all hard to sleep with too. All of them, save Nancy, anyway, who was again being faithful to Tom. It was she who negotiated the sleeping arrangements, though. A heavily gravid woman has her routine, and way of doing things, and she had enough trouble as it is to be asked to change that.

So Brian slept in a different bed every night, pressed up against tightly stretched skin under which a little person moved and poked and kicked him. Or perhaps spooned to her back, his arm draped over the little piece of him that was in her bulging belly. And he found out what it was like to try to make love with a pregnant woman. It was a lot of work, but their appreciation for his efforts, and the feel of shooting off in furnace hot pussy was well worth the effort.

All of the women had been examined by Ultrasound, of course, during their prenatal care. All of them told the doctor they did NOT want to know the sex of their baby. All of them dreamed about producing the first new batch of the Thackery seed. They didn't want reality to intrude on their dreams just yet.

They say semen induces labor. They could have done a case study with Brian Thackery and his women.

Liz was the first to go into labor. She was pretty young, but Brian stayed with her during the entire fourteen hour labor. Nancy tried to, but was just too heavy to be either comfortable or of any real help other than moral support. At one point, though, while Nancy was rubbing Liz's brow with a small ice cube, Liz looked up and said "You did this for me. I love you, mother."

She had a beautiful, healthy girl and, during a tearful few moments while the baby was cleaned up, Brian hushed her with kisses, telling her it didn't matter and that the baby was beautiful. When they brought it to her now swollen breasts and laid her there, Liz's eyes got bigger and bigger as she looked at the little life she'd made and her face broke into a smile that looked like it hurt.

"She IS beautiful! And she's so tiny! OH! I don't know what to name her! I didn't think of any names for girls!" Her face turned to her brother again and she smiled. "Thank you Brian." she said.

It surprised no one that her twin was next. Patty grunted and groaned and strained and pushed, gripping Brian's hand tightly the whole time, and produced ... another girl. She laughed weakly, saying she was the boy insurance, but it hadn't worked. She too, though, fell in love with her daughter at first sight and Brian felt happy beyond describing as he saw them together, the baby's mouth working to find a nipple already.

Four days later it was Beth, and she wanted her mother there, along with Brian. Several times she screamed at Brian and then at her mother, until she gave up on the natural method and accepted drugs. Then she was sweetness and light as her own little girl was brought into the light of day. For Beth it hadn't been about having a boy as much as it had been having Brian's baby, and she was ecstatic.

Then a week later Nancy finally went into labor. Tom went with her to the hospital, asking Brian to stay at home. He went to his Aunt's house instead and waited with his Aunt Jill. When he got antsy she put on some slow music and, with her arms draped over his shoulders and her swollen belly pressed to his flat one, they swayed, dancing, foreheads touching.

Nancy and Tom had done this three times before, and they had it down pat. Within five hours of waddling to the car, Nancy was holding her third daughter, whom she had already named Shannon Elizabeth by the time Tom called Brian with the news.

Jill resumed their dancing posture when he told her the news. Four girls! It was impossible! Her clear blue eyes gazed into her nephew's.

"I guess it's all up to me now." she whispered, and kissed her young lover gently.

"All this for nothing." he sighed sadly.

Jill pushed him away sharply. "This wasn't for 'nothing', buster. Don't you go thinking that kind of nonsense. You're a father five times over young man, and every woman involved is insanely in love with the results. I haven't even met mine yet, but I know I'll love her ... him ... I know I'll love our child."

She went back to him and kissed him hungrily.

"I need you now Brian." she whispered, tugging at her maternity shirt. Now she had to wear a bra, because her breasts were huge. She felt ungainly and ugly.

Until she saw Brian's bone, standing straight and true, leaking at the thought of snuggling into her pussy.

She begged him to fuck her, but he wanted to play first. He started with her breasts, sucking the enlarged thick nipples. Jill felt the remembered sweet pain and was about to warn him when his head jerked back, an amazed look on his face as he tasted mother's milk after eighteen years of being away from it.

"Can I... ?" He looked hungrily at her leaking breast.

"If you don't I'll just scream." she said. He was noisily nursing her when Beth walked in, topless, nursing her own Maria Elaine. When she saw the look in her mother's eye as Brian suckled her warm milk she smiled. She loved it when Maria took great gulps of milk from her own swollen breasts, and now she knew what to do about the few times that Maria couldn't empty her.

Then she watched as Brian slid his engorged prick into her mother and, once again, squirted her full of the increasingly rare Thackery seed.

Jill's water broke less than two hours later, as she and Brian lay napping, spooned together. Brian drove her to the hospital.

While they got her ready for her delivery he visited his father and they hugged.

"You make good babies" said Tom grudgingly.

"It must be that fabled Thackery seed." grinned Brian.

Then he visited his mother, who beamed at him and showed off her new daughter.

"I'm the first Grandmother to give birth in this hospital in forty years!" she smiled. "They gave me flowers. And they gave Tom a condom!" She laughed. "Are you two doing OK?" she asked, concern coming into her eyes. Her husband had been amazingly understanding about this whole business.

"I think we're OK" he said. "But I don't think we should do this again."

She smiled. "I know." She held his hand and whispered "I'll go on the pill." She laughed at his reaction and shooed him out of the room, telling him his place was with Jill now.

Doctor Phillip Stevens was one of five Obstetricians in Anniston, and had taken care of all of the Thackery women during their pregnancies. He had kept his mouth shut, and avoided asking certain questions, but his mind hadn't been idle. When the young man he knew as Brian showed up yet again at a Thackery birth - four out of the five - his suspicions overflowed, particularly since he had been the coach for all four women. Well, until Beth had asked for drugs, anyway. And the way the women all treated him made it fairly clear that he was very VERY dear to all of them. He knew that Brian was a sole surviving son, and that he was in the military and had been in the Gulf War. He remembered that none of the women had wanted to know the sex of their babies. He had heard the expression of temporary sadness as each of them were pr onounced to be girls.

And ... he knew what was about to be delivered this time too. He HAD looked at the ultrasound pictures.

So, you about ready to lose twenty five pounds young lady?" he said as he breezed into the labor room.

"You bet your ass Doc" she said. "And quit flirting with me. You're about to put your hands on what only two men have ever touched, and I might lose control."

"Well, we wouldn't want that." he said, nodding sagely. "Not for at least six weeks after I get finished sewing you up." He grinned and winked. "I might just need to have a look at those sutures about then, though."

Jill blushed, but her smile was genuine as she looked at Brian. "I think he likes me" she whispered. "Can you imagine that? Me? All fat and ugly like this?"

Brian smiled back. "I CAN imagine that AUNT Jill." He put heavy accent on the 'AUNT'. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "You shared me ... sort of. The least I can do is share you." Jill giggled, and that triggered a contraction.

It was a hard labor. The fact that she was in such good shape helped, though, and eventually she gave one last convulsive push and sagged back as her nine pound eight ounce, black-haired and loudly bawling baby was brought into the world. She sobbed with the relief of both the birth and collapsed back in the bed. She was too tired to ask, and rolled her head to look at Brian for some clue. He was just staring at her, love in his eyes.

She demanded to be kissed and Doctor Stevens' suspicions gelled. While he was taken aback at the identity of the women who had tried to ensure Brian's genes would continue to play in the pool, he had to admire their determination.

"Well," he said, working over the squawking little thing that was being cleaned up and readied to be laid on his mother's now empty abdomen. "I suppose we can we assume that our miniature population explosion has come to an end," he said. "THIS time ... it's a boy!"

Jill's head raised and her eyes gleamed as the nurse handed her the newest depository of the fabled Thackery seed.

She cuddled the baby, who stopped crying almost immediately when he felt his mother's warm skin, and found a nipple with unerring accuracy.

"I don't know, Doc." she said softly. "It's only ONE boy." Update your vote for: "Saving Private Brian"


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