Respect Pt. 02

Respect part 2. Not designed to stand alone. Nobody engaged in sexual activity is under the age of 18. Contains anal, oral, breeding, and pregnancy.

Connie and I enjoyed raising our daughter. Even though Karen knew I was her uncle, we slid into her considering me as her father. This erased our problems with Connie and I sleeping together.

Karen became a stunningly beautiful teenager. Her hair was never really blonde. It depended on the season: brown in the winter and blonde in the summer sun. The freckles kind of evaporated. She was always slender, although her chest developed normally and after about 15 we were never forced to tell her that she'd have boobs when she was older. Almost identical to her mother's.

When Karen was in high school Connie and I tried in vitro fertilization (IVF). Because she lacked Fallopian tubes she couldn't get pregnant the normal way. In the 80s and 90s this was readily available, but expensive. We tried twice, but both failed and Connie had miscarriages.

The last attempt was when Karen started her senior year in high school. (We probably waited too long, but had to wait till we could afford it.) Karen was as disappointed as we were, "I really want a brother or sister."

I responded, "Unfortunately, it doesn't look like that's going to happen."

Nothing further was said on the subject.

Karen graduated from high school number three academically in a medium-to-large sized high school. That meant having a giant celebration for our 18-year-old. The celebration consisted of the three of us going to Hawaii for a week.

Connie claimed that it was just an excuse for me to see her in a bikini. I had to agree. We didn't have a pool, so there's wasn't much opportunity here. Connie and I were in our fourth decade, but she still had a magnificent body. Karen looked like a younger version of Connie. This was the part of her life I missed during the rift, so I sort of got to see it. Of course, Karen has a different set of genes. She still looked amazingly like her mother, with the exception that she had blue eyes, almost blonde hair (that became blonde in the Hawaiian sun), and she was two inches taller. Both had almost identical breast sizes: at least C.

Karen acted a little different from what I'd expected on the trip. She was normally a self-confident young woman who enjoyed the attention of the opposite sex. There were plenty of young, unattached guys following her around, but she seemed indifferent. She stuck with us whenever she could. It didn't come off as her being shy, but more of a conscious effort to be with us. A little ego on my end because it looked like she was sticking to me more than her mom.

It was easy to see why Karen had so many men after her. It was the same for Connie. Karen, apparently, had much more critical standards than Connie, when Connie was at that age. Karen seldom dated. Here in Hawaii, every time we went to the pool of the beach, there was a flock of men following her. That's not to say that Connie didn't also attract attention...

Have to confess that the beach and the pool had a lot less attraction for me. I couldn't swim with my legs in place. Wasn't comfortable for me to just take them off poolside and just jump in, roll in, actually. I'd do it if Connie or Karen were there with me to refit me when I got out. So, I enjoyed the poolside and stayed on the beach while they frolicked in the water. Gave me a way to judge interest in the women. Of course, the opportunity to put suntan lotion on their backs was welcomed. Even though I considered Karen my daughter, I still was happy to apply lotion to the beautiful young woman.

We even make the trip up Diamond Head. I took it slowly and had to rely on my cane a few times. I seldom use the cane, but when I needed it, I needed it. They would alternate helping me when my legs got tired. The muscular dynamics changed from when I walked on level ground. Got tired a lot quicker. I wasn't too surprised as a lot of other people appeared to be not having an easy time even though they had a normal set of legs. Also, fortunately, there were benches to rest on along the way. I tried to tell them to go on and I'd wait, but that went over like a lead balloon. The view from the top was worth it, though. The decent was a lot easier, although I needed my cane to keep me from gaining too much velocity. It was enjoyable sitting around after the decent, enjoying the weather and a cold drink.

There were still plenty of other things to do. We took in a luau where I ate way too much. They were both laughing at my appetite. We went there and back on a tour bus. On the way back I couldn't keep my hands off Connie. The bus was dark for the hour ride back to the hotel, so I figured to put the time to good use. Connie was a bit more discrete than me and kept removing my hand when it got to interesting places. Karen was sitting behind us and kept giggling whenever Connie removed my hand.

Karen had her own room, attached to ours. This, of course, gave us the opportunity for a little recreational sex. Given the thin walls, we were sure that Karen could hear us. We didn't let that bother us. Even at home she certainly heard us. The morning after the luau when we went to breakfast she said, "Aren't you guys kind of tired? Think you were up all night."

Connie got a little red, "Sorry. Hope we didn't disturb you."

"Naw, it was hot, and I enjoyed listening to you - if you know what I mean."

This wasn't such a subtle reminder that Karen was a woman now and not a little girl. Connie: "KAREN! You're not supposed to say things like that."

I piped in, "It's OK to do them, just not broadcast it." That earned me a swat from Connie and a big smile from Karen.

When we got home and had overcome the jet lag, Karen asked us to sit with her in the living room. "Mom, Dad, can we have an adult discussion? One where you won't get mad at me and storm out of the room?"

Connie and I exchanged glances that conveyed that neither of us knew what she wanted to say. "OK."

"I've kind of rehearsed this, so let me go... First, I want more than anything to have a brother or sister. I know it's strange that I'd want a sibling or siblings that were 18 years younger, but I really, really do. And I want them to be of our blood. I want to have a sibling from the two of you. The thought that you miss out on a child really bothers me."

We nodded as she continued, "You've tried expensive IVF twice, but both were unsuccessful. Not much chance that a third will work. But IVF isn't the only option. Another possibility is a surrogate mother."

We interrupted her, "Thought about that, but that's way, way more expensive, well beyond our means, even if we find a willing host."

Then she dropped the bomb, "What about using me?"

All of 10 seconds of silence before both Connie exploded, "Are you out of your mind? You're 18 and have a whole lot of living yet to do."

I said, "You're our daughter. We can't do that."

"Isn't it my choice? Like you said, I'm 18 and an adult."

"No, it requires all three of us and so far, you're outnumbered two to one."

"Please listen to me. I want this with my whole heart and soul. I can't think of a bigger gift that you could give me. Please, please, don't reject it out of hand. Please."

Tears began to make their appearance on her face. That's not fighting fair. Normally, that worked 100% of the time, but this was so far beyond what she'd ever requested...

Dozens, no hundreds of reasons why this was bad, wrong, unacceptable, impossible went through my mind in the time it took me to look at Connie and then at Karen. I didn't even know where to begin.

I began, "Honey, we can appreciate that you want to give us this gift. That you're willing to put your life on hold so that we can have a child of our own, but you don't need to do this. You're our child, now our young woman, we don't need another. We're so very happy we have you. You're everything to us."

"Then if you love me so much, why can't you do this to make me happy?"

"Karen, honey, I can tell you from experience that making a life-changing decision at your age is a recipe for disaster..."

"But, Mom, you grew up a hippie. Didn't respect conventional ideas, made your own decisions. Why can't you let me?... Dad, you joined the army at 18. That's as life changing as you can get."

"From the most bitter experience, I can tell you that those kinds of decisions almost cost me my brother."

Connie couldn't take it anymore. With tears pouring down her face, she stood up. I tried to stand too, but she pushed me back down and ran from the room.

"What's she talking about?"

"You remember when you were younger, before you got hit by a car?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember that your mother and I never talked to each other and that I would leave the room when she came in?"

"Yes, I remember. I asked you guys about it, but you never answered me. Said it was too complicated... What does this have to do with my wish?"

"It has to do with a young woman making decisions that affect a lot of people, without having the maturity to understand the consequences of those choices. Your mother made decisions that changed our lives and if you hadn't been hurt, we probably still wouldn't be speaking."

"I'm not my mother! Get it? I will make my decisions. If you're going to say no and end the discussion, just say so."

I couldn't say her tears didn't have any effect on me. I hugged her, "We're not saying absolutely no. We need time to discuss it... OK?"

"Sure, Dad. I didn't think you'd jump out of the chair and say *Let's do it*. I just don't want you rejecting it out of hand."

That was the start of two days of talks, the three of us and round robin sets of one-on-one. It was exhausting. Neither Connie nor I had any fun at work. Since we didn't have a pool, Karen lounged around on the back patio, lost in her own thoughts.

We finally all sat down to make an end to the discussions. I started, "Karen, we love you and we know you love us. It's a parent's duty to try to steer the child onto a path that gives the child the most fulfilment and happiness. In that sense, you'll be our child, even though you're now a woman. We also know that we can't and won't try to live your life for you. You have to make your own way and that includes making your own mistakes. All we can do is to try to soften or mitigate the consequences of wrong decisions... So, while we think that you being our surrogate is the wrong decision, we have to accept it."

She was immediately on the sofa with us, arms wrapped around us, "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you... Thank you, Momma. Thank you so much... I love you both so much for letting me do this. Thank you. Thank you."

Then Karen dropped the atomic bomb, "I want to only have your unfertilized egg implanted and then for Dad to fertilize the egg... And I don't want it via a turkey baster."

It took all of three microseconds before we realized what she was asking for! "Just to be sure of what you want: You basically want to have Mom's egg implanted in your uterus and then have sex with me to fertilize the egg. Right?"

"Yes."

"You don't think that a bit immoral?"

"No. You're not knocking me up, you're knocking Mom up. I'm just the host."

"That's edging the truth a lot. I'm still having sex with you. You're my daughter by choice and niece by blood."

"Well, Mom's your sister. If you can have sex with your sister, why not with your daughter/niece? Doesn't seem so different to me."

"Your Mom and I are at the same level of authority. Parents always have an obligation to their children, no matter the age. As such we have some level of authority over you. Especially now that you're only 18. What would you do if we weren't here?"

"I don't know and don't want to find out, but that's beside the point... You love Mom and have sex with her, so why don't you want to have sex with me? Don't you love me?"

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGG! I loved you when you were a little girl but certainly didn't want to have sex with you."

"I'm an adult now and legally can have sex with whomever I want."

"I don't think that's true."

"Besides, even if you didn't think about sex with me, it doesn't mean I didn't think about sex with you. It's not as if on my 18th birthday I became a sexual being, I simply became capable of expressing that sexuality. And you became capable of returning the sexual expression."

Connie had been silent for this whole exchange, "She's right. This is a family. We love each other."

"You're on board with this?"

"Yes, more now than before. Without this love aspect, it was kind of sterile and lifeless. With all three of us showing our love, it makes it... Good? Great? Acceptable? I don't know exactly, but I can fully accept it."

I was stunned. Wasn't sure both of them weren't making a big mistake. However, it didn't feel like the mistake Connie made those years ago. I had to admit that the foundation of the decision was love for each other. "So be it... I have one condition: We're not finalizing the agreement for 48 hours. We can talk about it, think about it, whatever for the next two days. Any objection from anyone makes it null and void. OK?"

Two agreements.

Connie and I were in bed that night. Neither of us could sleep and felt the other was awake. I started, "Can't sleep, either?"

"No, of course not."

"Are we doing the right thing? You and I will survive anything the world can throw at us, but Karen's only 18. I know she feels she knows everything..."

"Jim, you know that I've always felt that Karen was my life, going back to when she got hit by the car. My maternal instinct says caution in giant letters. My logical and emotional mind says she's right and that we should do this."

"I accept that. I trust you with my life, so must trust you here... But doesn't it bother you that I'll be having sex with another woman, especially since it's our daughter?"

"If she wasn't my daughter, then I'd be upset. We're a family - it's love. We acknowledge our love in every way we can. Besides, I think she wants more than just a surrogate baby. I'm pretty sure that you play a much bigger role than you imagine."

That was the last discussion.

At the expiration of the 48 hours, we gathered again in the living room. "We're all in agreement? Last call for objections?"

There were none.

"Karen, are you a virgin?"

She turned a little red before replying, "Yes. Before you ask, my cherry is still in place."

That caused Connie and I to get a little red. "That's a little problem because I'm sure the implanting will be trans vaginal."

"I thought we'd take care of that before."

"In for a penny... Just what would be your preference for solving the problem?"

"The traditional way, of course."

Connie looked at her, "Should have known. You'd consider it practice, huh?"

"Yes."

"Slight problem. You're not on birth control and we don't want you getting pregnant. So, I guess we'll need a few condoms."

"Please no. I don't want my first time with Dad to be with insulation. He can just pull out."

"That's not absolutely sure. The pill is out and so is an IUD. If the two of you don't mind a little mess, I suggest that we use the first day of your period and Jim pulls out. Or maybe we can think of a different way."

"That makes it hard to do a few other things I'd like to do."

"They don't have to be contiguous."

Both had, of course, not asked my opinion. I didn't mind being a follower now, nor was I upset with the proposal.

Karen turned, reminding me why she was at the top of her class, to me, "Daddy, this probably seems like we're headed down a rabbit hole, but now I can say that I've thought for many years... Remember, I chose you to be my dad. We weren't born that way. I loved you as the best father that could ever be. Always, I loved you. Period... Remember when I took your hand to take you to the Wall?"

"How could I ever forget?"

"That's when I felt something go through me, that you trusted me with your whole heart. I was only 11 years old, but somehow I knew that you would be the only man I'd ever love... I've loved you with my whole heart from that day. Yes, my motivation is still to have a sibling, but I WANT YOU."

"But..."

"Mom is willing to share."

Connie looked at us with tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, "Yes. The two most important people in my life. How could I not?"

I was pretty bowled over. She, they hit me so fast. Four days ago, we were simply a family of parents (ignoring the fact that we were siblings) and a high school graduate daughter. Now, I'm not sure what we were.

"I find this pretty hard to accept. Let me think about it."

Got these two looks, so 2 seconds later, "OK, I'm agreed."

We coalesced into a group on the sofa, holding onto each other. By force of habit, I was careful where I put my hand on Karen. She was less inhibited and put her hand high up on my thigh - across from where Connie had hers. I was unsure about when we were starting and exactly how to proceed. Connie usually lets me start things, but this was entirely new territory. How do you start including your daughter in your wife's and your sexual activity? Do we let Karen lead the way? Thoughts of the blind leading the blind...

Karen did lead, "Daddy, please kiss me. Kiss me like I've always wanted."

I certainly knew she didn't want a parent-child kiss. I used the hand that was on her shoulder to turn her head towards me and leaned into her. She had her eyes closed and her lips slightly apart. I was sure she had been kissed before, so I didn't hesitate. Her lips were soft and firm, all at the same time. They compressed into mine till we were locked together. I touched her lips with my tongue and hers shot into my mouth, barely touching my lips. Her breath and tongue were sweet and hot. She pushed her lips even harder to get deeper. I let her seek for a while till I returned the expedition.

I felt Connie get up and sit back down behind Karen.

Karen's eyes were closed, but I opened mine to see Connie looking at us, her hand on Karen's shoulder. There was still this layer of uncertainty within me. I loved Connie with every fiber of my being. All I wanted was to spend the rest of my life with her. She saw that I was looking at her and she mouthed, "I love you."

Karen was Connie's world that had almost ended. With this, she was combining her love for me and for Karen. There wasn't any conflict, now, on my part. I would share that world till we passed out of it.

Then I got a whiff of Karen's shampoo. It was rosewood. There could be no further hesitation from me. I don't know if she just started using the same shampoo as her mother or did it on purpose...

Karen had her arms around my neck, as I wrapped mine around her torso, pulling her chest into me. Even through her shirt and bra I could feel the hard points of her nipples. Connie had both reassuring hands on Karen's shoulders. Keeping my left hand pressed firmly against her back, I dropped my right hand to the top of her ass. She had on jeans - actually looked like they were sprayed on - and I could feel the heat radiating from them. I started trying to stick my hand under them. They were extremely tight, and I couldn't get any further down than the top of her crack. I didn't feel any panties!

I stood us up and sat back down with her on my lap. Now I could reach interesting things. One hand stayed on her ass, the other migrated to her chest. I popped open a couple of buttons and reached into her shirt under her bra to cup her tit. I now had a handful of magnificent breast-flesh. As hard as the nipple was the rest was as soft as a dream. I rotated my hand, using my palm to rub her nipple and my fingertips to caress her breast. That brought a gasp into my mouth, then a renewed aggression with her tongue.

The hand on her ass pushed down into her jeans. My fingers reached her crack, and I was able to insert one of them far enough down, so it was enveloped in her cheeks. She pushed me back so that she could lean forward to expose more of her ass for my discovery. I accepted the invitation. When my finger touched her little crinkled hole she shook like a dog trying to get dry. It almost felt like she came. Maybe she did.

We continued to make out. My legs were getting numb from her weight, so we took a break. Connie got up to start dinner and pulled Karen up to help her. That let me catch my breath. We were moving pretty fast. I thought we should go a little slower so Karen could get used to the intense interactions and enjoy it to the fullest. Thought that Connie felt the same way.

We sat down for dinner, all of us sitting as close to each other as possible. I kept touching both of them as much as I could. Afterwards, we returned to the sofa to watch a movie. I sat between them. We were so close; I think we could have just used a single chair. Each had a leg thrown over mine. Throughout the movie that Karen picked, I explored the surrounding terrain. With Karen, I kissed and played with her tits. With Connie, I added playing with her pussy. Karen was watching intently as I masturbated Connie. I think Connie was enjoying the audience.

After Connie soaked my hand from her climax, Karen was trying to pull my hand into her pussy. I resisted. She looked at me, "Me too."

"Tomorrow. We're going to take our time. You need to feel like I'm dating you and you're trying to get to know me. Truth. We've never done anything sexual, so I want to ease you in. You'll enjoy it more."

She seemed to accept the logic, although I think she just thought I was uncertain. She was wrong, I was fully committed to it, "If we rush, then you'll miss discovering things that you'll enjoy and remember for all your life. Feeling a man lick your ear for the first time, run his hands over every part of your body, feel him comb his finger through your pubic hair, lick your neck, suck on every part of your chest... Then you will get to feel your hands running through his chest hair, his cock going from soft to hard as you hold it in your hand, gently rolling his balls... It's worth going slow."

She nodded her acceptance. "Karen, love, if we do this right, you'll run back to your room to masturbate furiously, dreaming of what will happen."

Connie added, "Karen, you're as lucky as any woman can be. You'll have everything done to you because you are loved, and your lover will be thinking only of you. He will never hurt you."

Karen had moisture in the corner of her eyes as she kissed me. We made out for a while longer before she bolted and ran to her room. I practically raped Connie there on the sofa, except I think she was the aggressor.

We explored a little more each of the following two days, till Friday. Karen was sitting on my lap, her shirt open and her pants unzipped. No bra or underwear. I was playing with her tits and her ass. Her breathing was getting heavy, as was mine.

Connie tapped me on my shoulder, "Why don't we move to the bedroom? Her first time shouldn't be on the couch."

"I thought we were going to wait till there wasn't a chance she could get pregnant?"

"Don't worry, got a different plan."

I'd have liked to carry Karen to the bedroom, but my legs aren't designed to carry that awkward of a load. She wasn't heavy, but I didn't want to throw her over my shoulder.

When we got to our bedroom Connie stopped us, "Before we, you two, get carried away, this is what we'll do: Karen and I will get you worked up and you'll cum someplace other than in Karen's pussy. Then we'll clean you up and once you're hard again, you'll pop her cherry. Then you'll exit."

"God, Mom, you make it so clinical and so unexciting..."

I tended to agree, but Connie wasn't through yet, "That's only the outline. What sounds like 10 minutes is going to be hours... Karen, honey, this isn't going to be a fumble in the back seat of a car with a guy that's only interested in himself. The man I love more than life is going to give the daughter that's my world, the experience she deserves."

"Sorry, Mom, it just sounded like a political campaign."

"Sorry, if it came out that way. I'm excited for all of us... I know you've kissed a guy, or guys before, but what kind of other experience do you have?"

Karen blushed a little, "Only kissing. That's all. When one of them tried to put his hand on my breast, I made him take me home... I don't think I'm a prude, I just wanted everything to be with somebody special, somebody I loved and who loved me.

Please don't back out, Dad. I couldn't stand you backing out of my dreams. Please."

"Karen, honey, I do love you and, accept you for as long as I live."

We were sitting on the edge of the bed while Connie was standing. We switched places, Karen and I standing. I hugged Karen and started kissing her. When she started enthusiastically returning my tongue, I dropped my hands to her beautiful ass. Her shorts were so tight they felt like second skin and did nothing to hinder the heat radiating from her butt cheeks. I pulled her in tight so she could feel my hard cock pressing against her abdomen. Lifted her up so she was on her toes so that her groin was in contact with my cock. She moaned into my mouth. I squeezed her ass and squeezed her ass some more, like I couldn't get enough of it.

We stayed like that, exploring backs and asses. We wanted more. I stepped back enough to start unbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way. She started on mine. When I took her shirt off: Her tits were beautiful. Her areolae looked like Connie's - a good two inches across. I cupped both tits, working the nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Would have kept doing that all day, but they were also a clarion call to my lips. They tasted as good as I expected: A slight hint of powder and her unique scent. I could easily detect her arousal when I stopped sucking and unbuttoned her shorts. When I unzipped them, the aroma flooded my senses. It was clear that she didn't have underwear on as a line of hair stubble appeared through the opened zipper. Using both hands, I pushed her shorts down to her knees. That was as far as I could get before she pulled my shirt over my head and started to undo my jeans. She was quicker than me and had my jeans and underwear down around my ankles before I could count to five, even accounting for the time it took to overcome my hard cock. We both stepped out of the pants and came together like the jaws of a trap.

Her body was an electric furnace. No light but plenty of heat. I kissed her for a few minutes before moving her back so I could see all of her. She was exquisite: From her blue eyes down to her painted toenails. I couldn't look away. That's what Connie looked like, that I had missed. But Karen was Karen and not Connie. It wasn't fair to either to compare, not that either wouldn't measure up. Both had fine, light brown pubic hair. Connie's framed her vulva while Karen's was a puff of smoke above her slit. Karen's clit was larger and partially protruded from its hood - begging for my attention.

I rolled onto my back on the bed and Connie removed my legs. Since maneuvering on the bed wasn't easy, I pulled Karen over next to my head. She immediately got the message and climbed over me facing me to lower her pussy onto my face. She was in a rush to lower it to my waiting lips, but I held her up a little to first look and then started licking around her beautiful slit. Her labia were reddish and parted to reveal the conch like inner lips. When the labia major opened up a few drops of her moisture fell on my face. As soon as my tongue touched her labia, the drizzle turned into a stream of amazing soup. Even her mother didn't pour out this much fluid. I was torn between continuing to lick her and trying to drink. I gave up on the idea of drinking as there was too much and I wanted to pleasure her.

I licked as deep in her slit as my tongue would reach, moving it up to top out on her clit. My tongue kind of strummed her clit where it was partially out of its hood. This caused her clit to come completely out, and a shiver ran all the way to her head. I put the left labium into my mouth, first licked it clean from all moisture, then enjoyed the texture. What little hair was so fine that I didn't notice. Repeated with the right. When I plumbed her depths again she pressed down, as if to let me get deeper, and came in a torrent. Her whole body shook as she climaxed.

Connie tapped her on the shoulder, "Turn around."

Karen unseated herself, rotated 180 degrees and sat back down. In the brief interval, I saw that Connie had taken her clothes off. Karen's new position had my nose just below her rosebud. I lifted up a bit and licked it. She jumped and her cheeks came together hard enough that I thought she broke my nose. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Do that again."

I did and pushed the tip of my tongue slightly into her, tasting only her. She about drowned me in her juices, flowing down my chin.

Connie said, "Stop a minute."

We complied, simply stopped moving. Then I felt a pair of lips take the head of my impossibly hard cock into a heated mouth. Connie proceeded to give me a blowjob worthy of the ages as Karen looked on. Since I was so turned on I didn't last very long and filled Connie's mouth with enough cum so that it overflowed. I could feel it running down my softening cock.

Instead of Connie lapping the excess off, she pulled Karen's head down, "Have a taste."

Karen touched her tongue to my cock, then she must have decided it didn't taste bad. She licked up everything that had overflowed from Connie's mouth. I took her bending forward as an invitation to resume my feasting at the Y. I took her clit between my lips and touched it with my tongue. She stopped licking and moaned. Connie lifted Karen's head up and said, "Put it in your mouth."

Karen said, "I've never done this before. Only seen pictures."

"Unless you bite him, nothing you do will be wrong."

Karen took the glans in her mouth. It was as wet and hot as Connie's and felt just as great. Connie only let her suck for a few minutes, just enough for me to get completely hard again and to clear out any residual semen. "Time for the big event... Karen scoot down and turn around."

Connie arranged Karen over my midsection, facing me. She had Karen back up till my cock made contact with her ass, "Get on your knees and move down far enough till his cock is aligned with your pussy."

Karen performed the required motions. Connie took my cock in her hand to steady it, "Kiss the head with your pussy lips." She instructed.

Karen looked down between her legs and did as she asked. I looked, too. A more erotic sight wasn't possible. Connie moved the glans along the slit to get it wet, "Ease down slowly."

Karen lowered herself till the glans just disappeared between her labia and quickly came to a stop at her hymen. "On the count of three, push down as hard as you can... One... Two... THREE!"

Karen gave a shove and easily broke through. She said, "SHIT!!" She stopped with just a couple of inches in her.

"Karen, love, don't move... Wait till it doesn't hurt before you go deeper."

Karen stayed still for a few minutes, her legs quivering before I held them to release the strain. She lowered another inch and stopped again, "It still hurts."

"Pull up and out... Some women don't have much pain and recover quickly and some it's so tender that a few days' wait is necessary."

Karen, eyes brimming with tears, rolled over next to me, "I'm sorry I disappointed you."

I kissed her and said, "You didn't... I'm not supposed to cum in you, so it's probably a good thing that you didn't keep going."

"You're still very hard."

Connie smiled, "I'll take care of that."

She wiped off the spot of blood on the head of my cock and climbed on. She rode me like this was the last time we'd ever fuck. Didn't take long to finish us, despite just coming in her mouth.

Just to be careful, Connie took Karen into the bathroom and gave her a douche.

We decide that I wouldn't go into Karen bareback till we did it for breeding. Karen insisted that we finish what we started, even with a condom. We did it the next day.

We had an appointment with the medical people to arrange the procedure. I didn't go along since that might raise some awkward questions. The arrangements took almost two months to complete.

The day finally arrived when Connie's egg was to be transferred to Karen's uterus. Karen was given drugs to suppress her ovulation and Connie just the opposite. The operations were done in the same room. The egg was extracted through a small incision and implanted into Karen through her vagina. I waited in the family room and the whole thing took about one and a half hours. Both walked out, followed by the doctor, "Everything looks good. Karen might be a little sore for a couple of hours and Connie will need to stay off her feet for a day till the incision is sealed. The donor sperm can be inserted tonight, if you have it. Multiple times if necessary. By necessary I mean how confident you are that it fertilizes the egg. Since there's no way to tell for two or three weeks before a pregnancy test will work... Are you sure you don't to provide me the donor sperm and I can do an exact placement?"

Connie replied, "No, we have to contact the donor and arrange for the specimen to be delivered tonight. And for the next few days, if needed. Thanks anyway."

We drove home. The anticipation level in the car was... Let's just say that it was lucky that I was driving, or they would have taken my pants off and had me in the back seat.

When we got home, it was straight to the bedroom. Karen said she wasn't sore at all. Not that she would have admitted otherwise. We got a comfortable chair and footstool into the master bedroom for Connie. As soon as she sat down I was tackled by Karen, "I can't wait for you to be bare in me and to feel your cum!"

It took maybe 10 seconds for us to shed clothes and my artificial legs. Karen refused my offer to lick her to warm her up, "Put your hand on my pussy. It's soaked. I don't need anything except your cock."

I was already on my back, so she simply positioned her pussy over my very erect cock. With no preamble, she simply sank down. This was the first time I had been fully in her without a condom. She was so tight that it felt like I would never reach bottom. She kept sinking till our pubic hairs intertwined. She let out a loud gasp, "I think I've waited my whole life for this."

"Guess I'm the luckiest guy to have two of the most beautiful women in the world in love with me. I love you both."

Karen's tears were in evidence. From joy and the reality of what we were doing. It took no more than a dozen joyful bounces for both of us to cum. Since Connie had made me refrain from ejaculating for the last week, I gave Karen a giant load, "Oh, God! I can feel it! I can feel your hot cum spraying my cervix... Baby, here we come."

Karen rolled off me onto her back. She rotated so she could elevate her legs using the headboard, "Have to keep it in, you know."

Connie and I laughed. "There's more where that came from."

"Let's wait a little bit till all those little spermies do their job.

Since both of them couldn't eat before we went to the hospital, we were getting hungry. I got up and fixed soup and sandwiches for them. We had a tray for Connie, but Karen just ate the sandwich upside down. When she was forced to get up to pee, she ate the soup when she returned from the bathroom.

She was raring to go again. I dumped my legs and had her get on all fours. I got behind her and she was wiggling her beautiful ass, waiting for me to enter her. Instead, I leaned forward and stuck my face in her ass. Spread her cheeks and stuck my tongue into her rosebud. Then I really had trouble holding her ass. She was bucking and pushing back and moaning. She reached under her to give her clit a little rub. Five minutes of licking her star and her tickling caused her to have a wild climax. NOW she was ready.

Her upper body had collapsed onto the bed, but I had a firm hold of her butt so simply slid in to the hilt, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!"

This time, despite her efforts, I took my time and made love to her. We could fuck another time. Given the amount of cum I had already given her, she was very slick. Because she was so tight, it made little difference to the feelings my cock was experiencing. It was still so exciting that I only lasted about 10 minutes. Of course, that was enough time for her to climax twice.

We all slept together. Connie took the side against the wall so we wouldn't bang into her abdomen. Karen woke me up once in the night by stroking my cock to erection. We tried to be careful so that we wouldn't awaken Connie. Ha! She pushed me into Karen.

When I woke up in the morning, Karen was sitting on my morning wood, rotating slowly. Once she saw that I was awake, she went to town. Guess it was fortunate that I had taken the week as vacation. It looked like I was going to need a vacation from the vacation, though.

Kaen and I had sex three or four times a day for the next three days. Then I wanted a break and wanted Connie. Connie was very glad to get my attention. Not really my attention as she was always in my thoughts, actions, and tongue, but now back to the deep connection.

We, all three of us, were on pins and needles till she could take a pregnancy test. She had to wait till the day after her missed period date. Her period should have started 8 days after the egg was implanted. On the ninth day she peed on the strip. Nothing. On the tenth, nothing. Likewise, on the eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth, and fourteenth. On the fifteenth day, a blue plus! BINGO!!!!!

We were dancing around, hugging and kissing. Connie and I opened the champagne. Of course, Karen couldn't have any, but we didn't drink that much anyway.

When we got to bed, Connie had a surprise for me. During our time together, we seldom did anal. I liked it, but Connie only tolerated it, at best. She enjoyed a tongue or finger in her ass, but nothing bigger or deeper. She never said anything, but I guessed she had a bad experience sometime before we healed our riff. Karen took the side against the wall, and I took my usual position between them. Connie reached into the end table and took out a tube of lube. She sat up, "Jim, you know that I don't really enjoy anal but do it for you. You've probably guessed that I had bad experiences with it in the past... I trust you with my life and everything in it. That you'd never hurt me. That you love me. That you trust me as much as I trust you... I want to repay your trust with my trust. I want you to love my ass, not just fuck it. You've always been loving and gentle, but I couldn't accept it, only tolerate it. Can we try for a new start?"

Karen had been observing with interest. She sat up and looked at her mom, "Oh, Mom, Dad could never hurt you."

"I know, honey, but this is different. He has to overcome my past. I don't know if this is even possible."

I thought for a moment about how to proceed. "Connie, leave the lube on the nightstand for the time being. We'll get to it later... Roll over and get on top of me."

She did and I proceeded to kiss her. We made out long enough that she was squirming on top of me. I had my hands on her cute ass and was caressing the cheeks with an occasional dip into the valley. "Lift up for a second."

She got up on all fours and I slid down the bed until my face was at bellybutton level. I pulled her down on top of me again, but lower so that her tits were now compressing my nose between them. I sucked as much of her left tit into my mouth as possible. The hard nipple went far enough in that it almost caused me to gag. I changed to the right one. She controlled the time spent on each one. Meanwhile, my hands were busy with her ass. Again, I concentrated on her cheeks, but because I was lower down her body, I could slip a hand to her taint and the bottom of her pussy. She was soaked and I stuck a finger into her pussy to get it wet. Ran it up to her rosebud and pushed gently on it. Not penetrating, just saying hello. Just gently played with it, learning all the contours. She was starting to pant and make funny noises. I was willing to keep sucking her tits as long as she wanted. And playing with her ass.

She didn't seem to be in a hurry to move to other things. I rewet my finger in some of the fluid flowing out of her and returned to her star. Again, not penetrating, only pushing a little more firmly on it so the pad of my finger separated the tissues. Once more, wet finger and teased her little hole. Each cycle I pushed a little harder, never penetrating more than the pad. I explored the little hills and valleys of her bud. She let me continue for a solid 10 minutes before her motions indicated she wanted more.

I pulled her up, so she was on my face. This was very familiar territory. I licked from her taint to her pubic hair, pausing to swirl my tongue around her clit. She was already very excited from me sucking her tits and playing around. It didn't take long for her to push down hard and climax. She was excited enough to ejaculate onto my forehead.

I cleared my eyes. I allowed her a couple of minutes to recover and then continued to lick and suck. Now that I could reach her ass easier, I resumed playing with her star. I pushed a quarter of an inch of wet finger into her. It wasn't deep enough to penetrate the ring of muscle, just touched it. Instead of pushing deeper, I rotated it around, touching, touching... She didn't react strongly, neither negatively nor positively.

I repeated that a couple more times. When she came again, I stepped it up a little. My finger went in to the first knuckle, just inside the muscular ring. This brought a gasp from Connie... And from Karen who was watching intently, almost forgotten.

I asked Connie to turn around and face my feet so I could have better access to her ass. She rose up, dropping a trail of moisture across my face, and dropped back down. I pushed her so she was leaning forward. Given that my hard cock was waving around, I thought she was going to go all the way forward; however, Karen beat her to it. I felt a warm mouth on my cock and knew Karen was actively involved. Now my tongue went up her taint till it reached her star. The contours I had been feeling with my fingertip were now available to taste. I've licked her ass many times before, but now I was going full depth.

For several minutes, I licked around her hole. It was somewhat difficult to concentrate because Karen was getting enthusiastic about sucking me. I gave up trying anything complicated. The energetic action on my cock ensured that I wouldn't last long, so I quit trying to hold back. I filled Karen's mouth and was finally able to concentrate on Connie's ass.

I spent minutes licking around her star. I suddenly pushed my tongue into her as far as I could go. She jerked, "Oh, shit!"

Kept trying to get deeper but that only served to spread a lot of saliva in and around her hole. It was a little awkward to get my hands in action, but it was doable. I used both hands to spread her cheeks. This opened up her star, removing all the little gullies. My fingers putting dimples on her smooth cheeks. Then I could get my tongue deeper. Drilled for oil.

Once there was a shallow lake centered on her hole, I used a moistened finger to penetrate it. It slid in without any resistance to the knuckle. This cause Connie to mew like a kitten. A slightly stronger push embedded my finger totally. The mewing changed to moaning. All her motion stopped in anticipation. Since I couldn't see her face, I didn't know if it was fear or pleasure. I suspected it was pleasure because Karen didn't say or do anything that showed she was trying to help her mother out.

I started to slowly finger fuck her ass. Tried to keep it as gentle as possible. Absolutely no forcing. When I felt her tighten up, I stopped.

I completely withdrew the finger and started licking her again. When I forced my tongue in there wasn't any pushback. Her ass was completely relaxed. I debated using two fingers since my cock was a lot bigger but decided it wouldn't make any difference. The object was to get her to relax the muscles completely.

With a little help from Karen, I was completely hard again. As if Karen was reading my mind, she dumped a quart of lube on my cock. I gently pushed Connie towards ground zero. She turned around so she was facing me. Her furrowed brows asked me if I was getting up for doggie penetration. I shook my head.

She continued to move down. Karen held my cock, in imitation of Connie holding it for Karen's first time. Connie positioned her ass above my cock and started lowering. I put my arms up to hold her hands so I could relieve the strain on her legs. When the glans kissed her star, she stopped for a moment and said, "I love you."

She let her weight push down on my cock. Trying not to force it in. Her hole was so relaxed that the head popped in without any fuss. She hadn't been holding her breath, so she didn't even gasp. Like silk, the rest of me went into her till her ass was resting on me. Now, I let out my breath.

Connie rested for a moment, "That was unbelievable. Absolutely no pain or discomfort. God, it feels good. Why didn't it feel this way before?"

I let go one of her hands so I could reach her pussy. Like pressing the elevator button, her clit, she started moving up. By the time she reached the top and returned, she came, hard. She squirted a stream onto my stomach.

A few moments to reset, she started to bounce up and down. I think she was continuing to squirt as there was a steady stream of fluid splattering out of her pussy. Her pussy looked like it was breathing: opening and closing in syncopation with her thrusts.

Neither of us could last very long. We were too excited. I unloaded in her ass. She came down so hard that it forced pee out of her. This wasn't a squirt, it went all the way to my face! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit..."

When Connie saw how she peed, she was mortified. I didn't give a shit. I was so happy that she enjoyed it. Karen just laughed, "Wow, Mom, looks like you had a good time."

Connie started, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

"It's Ok. Don't worry about it."

Karen asked, "When is it my turn?"

"I think we need to change the bedding... Who's for a shower?"

It was a very tired Connie that we supported into the shower. I was also pooped. Karen was still flying.

On Monday, we made an appointment with the doctor to confirm Karen's pregnancy. Home tests aren't 100% accurate.

On Tuesday, we all piled into the doctor's office. They had taken both a urine and blood sample. Both showed that she was pregnant, that the rabbit did indeed die. The doctor cautioned us that a miscarriage was still possible, and that Karen shouldn't do anything stressful for a couple of months. Connie asked, "It's OK for Karen to have sex, isn't it?"

He looked at us as if to say that we're pretty tolerant parents. "Yes, that OK." Guess he figured that if we were willing for our daughter to a surrogate mother, everything would be OK.

We, of course, didn't tell him that I was her boyfriend.

Karen's pregnancy continued normally till the third month when they could see something with the ultrasound. That's when we got HIT! Apparently, the medicine they gave Karen to suppress her ovulation didn't work. When I pumped her full of cum to fertilize Connie's egg, Karen had one waiting in her Fallopian tube. It got fertilized as well, descended into her uterus and implanted. Karen was pregnant with twins!

The doctor was flabbergasted, "It's not supposed to work this way. Karen, you'll have your mother's baby and your own from the same donor. We can't give you a partial abortion because we don't know which is which."

Both Connie and Karen reacted, "No way are you killing one of them. No fucking way. We think it's fabulous!"

All the time, I'm sitting there trying to hide the grin that was trying desperately to break out on my face.

The doctor replied, "Fine. It's really unusual. I'd like to write it up for a medical journal. Do you think your donor would approve?"

"We don't approve. I'm pretty sure the donor would object, as well. He agreed only on our promise of complete confidentiality. We don't have any intention of abridging that."

That was the end of that discussion. Now Karen would just keep on a monthly schedule with the obstetrician.

We had a complicated visit with Dad and Mom. They were happy that Karen was the surrogate mother for Connie. They, like us, were a bit stunned by the news of twins. It took a few minutes for them to figure out the relationships: Connie's and mine would be their grandchild and Karen's sibling. Karen's and mine would be their grandchild (my child) and simultaneously, their great grandchild (Karen's). They didn't care. They insisted that we get them there for the births.

"Dad, that might be hard. Babies come when they want."

"We're retired. We'll come the week before the projected due date."

"Great! Just one thing: Remember that I'm Connie's brother and Karen's uncle. We don't want to open any can of worms."

"No problem."

That seemed to settle our birthing issues. Birth certificates wouldn't list the father, per the surrogate agreement.

Outside the house, none of us had any real setbacks. In fact, we were doing great. I was the deputy chief engineer in the civil engineering department. As Spokane was growing, I was kept busy. For appearances sake, I dated occasionally. Because everyone knew I was helping to raise a teenager, nobody pressed me very hard about my lack of a social life. It just seemed normal that I'd take my sister and niece places. The three of us were frequently together.

Connie was a co-owner of a real estate company that specialized in commercial properties. She got into it at just the right time, about five years ago. Growing Spokane needed both new businesses and new homes. Her company was doing extremely well. Her partner, Darrel Knowles, was about 50 and had been married for 30 years. He was devoted to his wife and kids. Connie and Darrel flirted shamelessly, but it was completely harmless. Darrel would no more cheat on his wife than flap his arms and fly. Their company was doing exceptionally well and had been for several years. Tens of millions in sales each year.

So, it came naturally that when we needed a bigger house, they'd find it. We needed a five-bedroom house. I needed to maintain one bedroom for appearances, as did Karen. Then we'd need a room for the twins, eventually two rooms, as the ultrasounds showed one each boy and one each girl. Connie found us a good house not too far out of town. It had six bedrooms and four baths. A little bigger than we needed, but we'd expand to fill it, I was sure. I did a pretty through inspection. It needed a little work, so I worked on it on weekends and after work. Took close to two months to get it up to snuff so we could move in.

We tried to get Karen to take an interest in going to a larger college. Her grades and test score were exceptional, and she could have gone anywhere. She didn't have any interest in things academic. She did start taking nursing courses at junior college. She wanted to get an associate degree to start with. Karen's dating was a more difficult problem. She didn't want to date, but it was necessary to at least make an effort. Of course, once she started showing it wasn't necessary, nor after the babies were born. Guys did ask her out and she did go on dates. Very few repeats, though, as not one guy got very far. She said that not one of them kissed as well as me. Of course, they weren't much more than good-night kisses, so there wasn't much of a comparison. We wondered if her being in love with me was a long-term thing, which she strenuously agreed that it was. We would never force her to find somebody else. Connie and I were 40 and she wasn't quite 19, but... I did love her, and she loved me. The three of us were firmly connected, so maybe...

Now, I discovered one BIG thing. Karen was incredibly horny. Somehow, Connie was infected as well. In her early months it didn't seem much different from normal. Normal? Whatever that means other than they kept me busy. Karen got her turn with anal. She took to it like a duck in the pond. Connie was also much more receptive than previously, and it didn't require as much preparation. She now was the instigator rather than an impassive participant.

One thing changed: I very seldom got a full blowjob. Both women wanted, needed sex, so oral was simply a way for me to exit my refractory period as soon as possible. I really couldn't complain because I loved sex with them. The closest we got to an orgy was one would ride my dick and the other my face. Neither of them expressed any interest in gay sex. Oh, sure, they would hold each other's arms and hands because they were, after all, mother and daughter.

In Karen's fifth month I received a surprise. I was lying on the bed when they walked in from the bathroom. Karen was getting big, so her belly led the way. Both of them had bald pussies! Karen said, "They're going to shave me anyway, so we thought we'd see how you like it. We got them waxed this afternoon."

I did, indeed, like them. Both had always kept the labia area clear while having hair all around, so the texture there didn't change much. Now, with the hair gone, everything had a soft feel. I scooched back so they could sit on the bed. Then I could reach their pussies. I spent a long while just feeling their whole crotch area. They were as smooth as their rear ends. I had always enjoyed running my hands over their asses. Now the front was as smooth, "I want a taste. Who's first?"

Karen, being closer, was the first to sit on my face. She faced away from my feet and held onto the headboard for support. I was in the umbra of her belly. She was already soaking wet from my playing, so I got drenched as soon as she was seated. I moved her around so that I could lick everything from her taint to halfway to the bellybutton. I enjoyed the feel as well as the taste. She whined when I wasn't licking her slit or her clit. Guess she couldn't understand how the softness of her groin and her belly felt. Of course, I did get down to business and licked her to a couple of orgasms. She would have liked more, but Connie was waiting not-so-patiently for her turn. Karen maneuvered her way off, and Connie instantly took her place.

It was a repeat of Karen, sans the belly.

After the fifth month, I was apprehensive about making love to her very pregnant body. I never had sex with a very pregnant woman before. Oh, I could find positions that were comfortable for both of us, but I just didn't know how delicate she was. She quickly disabused me from the notion that she was in anyway delicate, "I won't break. Please, I need you to confirm that you really love me. You can go as hard as you want."

Connie laughed at me, "You'll break before she does."

Before Karen became too big to be uncomfortable, we took a trip to Seattle. We go there occasionally, but usually for a single night. This time we spent the afternoon around Seattle. We went to dinner in the space needle rotating restaurant. Wow! Forgot how expensive it was. It was lucky that Connie's real estate business was doing so well.

The next morning, we took the Victoria Clipper to Victoria. As usual, I set off the metal detector, so I had to pull up my pants to show my metal legs. The trip wasn't even three hours and the weather was nice. No wind, so the Sound was as smooth as glass. We planned to stay overnight at the Empress and returned the next afternoon. We walked over to the hotel, but since it was early we couldn't check in. We just dropped our stuff off. We had booked a tour for the afternoon and another for tomorrow morning. Again, the weather was perfect: no rain. We tried to minimize the amount of walking we did. Karen was getting big, and she was uncomfortable walking a lot. Of course, my walking was also limited. Connie rubbed it in by dancing around us, "Ha ha. Cruel woman, making fun of your daughter and husband... I'll slow you down this evening."

When we got back from the tour, our room was ready. Two double beds. Now, the beds weren't particularly large, but we only needed one, anyway.

It was a tired crew when we retreated to our room after dinner in the hotel restaurant. Connie was the least worn out, so she decided to wear me down some more. She pulled off my shirt and dropped my jeans. Then she pushed me back onto the bed. Between the two of them I was quickly relieved of my underwear and my legs. Then I got a strip show from both. Since they had gotten waxed initially, they continued the tradition. Connie's smooth crotch ended up on my face. I let her rub her pussy and surrounding area on my face before I tasted her. Not too surprising, she was very wet. Simultaneously with my first lick, Karen took my hard cock into her mouth. I could only groan into Connie's pussy.

I reached my right hand around and started probing Connie's ass. My left hand went to Karen's head. Karen moved so that I could reach her tits and play with the nipples. It didn't take long for Connie to cum. Kind of surprising, she stopped after that and crawled off me. They switched places. I was now in the shadow of Karen's stomach and the twins. Connie sucked me as if her life depended on it. I couldn't hold out long and filled her mouth. Karen came for the first time shortly after. And once more before we called it squirts and quits.

We were all snuggled up - small bed. Karen asked, "Mom, Dad, you told me years ago that one day you'd explain why you hated each other. I think I'm old enough to understand."

Connie was to my right, so I looked at her and she looked back with fear in her eyes. She answered Karen, "I was younger that you are now. When we were in high school, I was already very anti-Vietnam war. When Jim said he was going into the army, I lost it. I took it as a betrayal of what he knew about my feelings. I couldn't even say goodbye. Grandma and Grandpa made me realize I was wrong, that he was still my brother. We kind of made up.

When he went to Vietnam and I became very, very involved in the antiwar movement, I started to blame him. After he got wounded, I felt he got what he deserved. Even more so for his friends who never made it home. I put off seeing him for as long as I could. When I finally went to see him, I did the most despicable thing a person could do. I mocked his dead friends and those who served. To his face. I'm so ashamed that I'll never forgive myself. To this day I don't understand how I could have done it. Jim, of course, basically disowned me, wanting nothing further to do with me.

Karen, honey, you're the reason we got over the hate."

"Karen, when you got hurt I could see that your mother was dying inside because you might die. I felt it. You were her life, and I couldn't let her face it alone."

Connie continued, "It was also a miracle that I didn't get involved in drugs. So many did. You were also the reason."

"Connie, what's happened in the past is gone. I love you. I love you, too, Karen, both for being the best daughter that one could ever hope to have and for returning your mom and me to each other."

Karen hugged us both, "I love you Mom and Dad."

We were now closer together than ever. There weren't any secrets now.

Alas, the good weather disappeared the next afternoon. Rain and wind. The trip back was not nearly so nice as the trip up. Karen cornered me as we sheltered inside, out of the rain, "Dad, you've never told me how you lost your legs."

"Karen, honey, it was simple. I stepped on a mine in a rice paddy. My legs were so torn up that they couldn't be saved."

"I think there's more to the story."

"Not now, please. You wouldn't understand... Some hurts persist longer than the physical ones. Only time heals them. I'm just not ready to talk about those things yet... I promise that we will have that conversation, but not now. OK?"

Karen recognized that my whole war experience was painful, and that I really didn't want to talk much about it, "OK... I'm sorry I brought it up, Dad."

"It's not your fault, Karen. Just give me time." I hugged her and we watched the waves.

Then, of course, we got back to Seattle. And adding insult, the parking was absolutely ridiculous. Not just the cost, but the city blocked off the exit to do some street work so held us captive for two more hours. Glad to get out of Seattle.

Life was pretty much unchanged till Karen's eighth month. I played camel driver to ride the hump. Karen was getting really big and uncomfortable... And grouchy at times. Connie didn't give her any peace, though, "Now you see what YOU did to me."

I tried to stay out of the line of fire.

The ultrasounds showed the twins were healthy and big. The obstetrician figured they'd be about seven pounds each - big for twins. Karen figured they were about 50 pounds each. Think her tits were also 50 pounds.

Finally, a week before the projected due date... They could make a good guess since they knew exactly when the zygote was formed. We called Mom and Dad and said to come. They could stay with us.

Of course, Karen went into labor at 3 AM. We rushed around finding out that no matter how well you plan, things don't work out. From everything we had read, she should have contractions getting closer and closer together and when they reached about 10 minutes apart we needed to head to the hospital. Well, Karen's contractions went from 20 minutes apart to 10 minutes apart in two intervals. Then her water broke as we headed out the door. Not sure how many traffic laws I broke, either.

Of course, when we got there they immediately rushed her to the birthing room. They only let Connie in. Even Dad couldn't bluster his way in. Karen was only in labor for about an hour before Connie walked out. She didn't even need an episiotomy. Gary and Mary were right at seven pounds. Karen was also fine. Connie said "It's easy to tell them apart. Gary has this cure little tail and Mary has a nice set of gills."

"WHAT???" from three throats.

Connie laughed, "Just kidding. Both kids are fine and healthy. Karen's tired but looks so adorable with them on her chest."

When our blood pressures dropped below heart attack level, we followed Connie in. The twins were asleep. I asked, "How long before their eyes open?" That got me swatted.

Because both twins were large, they didn't need to go the pediatric intensive care, a not unusual route for twins. In fact, they would have let them go home that evening, but Karen was tired and very sore, so they stayed overnight.

We took Karen and the twins home to a houseful of helpers. Mom and Dad stayed, so Mom was a big help. Not so much Dad, nor me for that matter. I kept asking Karen if the twins had drained her gigantic breasts, "Dad, if you want a taste, just ask."

She squeezed her nipple, and a trickle of milk ran out. That was all the invitation I needed. Sweet. She wouldn't let me suck very long. What the twins didn't immediately need, she pumped into a bottle for us to use when we got up in the middle of the night to feed them.

Connie took advantage of Karen's being hors de combat. You'd have thought she was 18 again as much as she used me. Not that I didn't enjoy it.

By the end of the second week after the twins were born, Karen was getting very horny. She was supposed to wait at least 30 days before she had sex. We were pretty sure she'd never make it. Sure enough, after feeding the twins and putting them down to sleep, she was on our bed. Naked, on her hands and knees with a tube of lube next to her.

I dropped my legs and got behind her. Started licking her pussy and starfish. She was already wet and impatient, "I need you in my ass. Please. Oh, God, do I need you."

I was happy to oblige. Connie acted as fire guard to listen for the twins and, if necessary, look after them. I rubbed some lube in her hole, and she got a handful of lube and jerked me to get it spread on my cock. Because we hadn't used her ass since about the eighth month, she was very tight. (We stopped because it was uncomfortable. We didn't stop regular sex until two days before.)

She went wild once I was fully seated. I played with her clit until she was rocking so violently that I couldn't hold on. Not having lower legs meant I was basically just balancing on my knees. Wasn't uncomfortable, just difficult to keep my position. She came twice before I could hold her still enough to fill her ass with cum.

From what we read; her breast feeding was supposed to be excellent birth control. We were a little reluctant to trust that, so she got an IUD.

It wasn't easy to tell which of the twins was Connie's and which was Karen's. We'd need to do a paternity test on them to find out. Well, not a paternity test, a maternity test. Not that we really cared, but maybe one day...

One thing we quickly noticed: The twins wanted to be with each other. They demanded they be in the same crib and, later, on the floor together. They didn't like being separated. Guess it was fortunate that Karen had two boobs. They didn't like Connie holding one and Karen the other. Didn't matter who held who. It was fine as long as one held both.

We talked about Karen having another. Connie didn't want more, especially given the difficulty involved. I could get snipped, but we held that in abeyance till Karen decided whether she wanted more. We would have been OK if she wanted more with a different father... Shit, you should have heard the screams when I jokingly broached that, "No fucking way! Never. Not going to happen."

I was relieved, as well.

I don't have a crystal ball, so I can't tell you what will happen in the next 40 or so years, but I'm looking forward to them.

FIN