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 Rebecca Michael and Dad - By J.Arthur ***

   Rebecca and Michael having grown up together being sole mates.  Michael
has a low sperm count so Michael's dad fills Rebecca up with his, then
Rebecca's mum wants some action after seeing Michael's equipment.  (mf/M,
MF.  rom, cons, cheat, preg, 1st)

   ***

   My name is Rebecca.  I'm sixteen nearly seventeen.  I'm five foot six
with short brown hair.  I'm a little thick around the hips and waist not to
forget my thighs, then of course there's my well developed breasts.  I was
a 30'C' cup a year ago, now I'm a 32'D' making up my one hundred and thirty
five pound frame.



   I smile to myself.  All that manipulation Michael was giving them.  But
then Mum has large breasts so it's no good complaining.  I'm an old married
woman now, almost a year.  I'm so proud and happy, we're both so happy.

   Michael is the love of my life.  I gush inside when I think of the boy I
grew up with, idealised and loved so completely, who developed into a manly
five ten and a half hunk with a broad chest with slim hips.  His one
hundred and eighty pound trim frame is full of muscle.  He works out and
eats healthier than I.

   I smiled, yes Michael is all muscle.  When he pushes his muscle into me
I do back flips.  Not at first mind you but we did start very young.

   Michel and I as I mentioned grew up together as next door neighbours.  I
loved that boy ever since I can remember.  We are almost the same age,
Michael is almost six months older.  We were always in the same grades at
school, sitting beside each other.  The teachers tried to separate us on
occasions but never worked as we would be back together as soon as their
back was turned.

   In the end they would leave us alone as we worked well together.  In the
early days Michael would get picked on for sitting with a girl but Michael
soon learned to look after himself from his Dad.  Then no one made fun of
him after giving the school bully a blood nose.

   My whole world revolved around Michael.  As we got older we would do our
homework together.  We were inseparable spending our free time together.  I
was accepted as one of the boys mostly.  I would be there after school at
football practice then again Saturday afternoon on the bleaches with the
other girlfriends cheering their boyfriends and football team on.

   The amazing thing was neither of us needed our own space as other
couples we associated with.  We were quite happy to spend every waking
moment together.

   And we never ever fought.  I tell you, I cannot remember a single time
we disagreed with each other about anything.  I must admit Michael would
tease me about eating junk food during the day while I was at work.  But
that is the closest we came to having an argument.  He never ever said a
thing about my weight.  Not even when later in our adolescent years when I
was on top exercising our muscles laying on him wrapped in each others arms
after climaxing.  He would never complain I was too heavy.

   When I think back we were never really into sex like some couples we
knew.  I mean, one girl we knew would brag about how many climaxes she
could have to her partners.  I would roll my eyes at Michael and he would
smile.  We would have a climax each at a time.  We had perfected our
technique quite well so we both climaxed together mostly.

   We found that satisfying, suiting our relationship.  We tried to do it
again occasionally in the beginning but Michael couldn't go for seconds as
he would deflate after his first climax, not being able to recover for
hours.  When I think about it, we never really experimented to see what I
could do.  I was happy as we would lay in each others arms going to sleep.

   As we grew up together we were so familiar with each other, we wouldn't
worry about privacy between us.  I can remember one time I was on the
toilet with the door half open as Michael and I were talking and laughing
about something or another when Mum came past in the hallway with a bundle
of ironing looking shocked seeing Michael leaning back against the hallway
toilet wall beside the half open door sitting on the floor with his back to
me talking away.

   Mum shut the door saying.  "Rebecca get on with it, you don't need
Michael here to hold your hand.  Michael, come and talk to me in the
kitchen."

   When we were younger, about five, we so infuriated both our parents with
our inseparable behavior, they dubbed us the twins.  Then later when we
were about ten they both agreed I would be put on the pill as soon as I
started my periods.  I remember Mum had trouble finding a doctor that would
prescribe the pill for a girl at so young an age back then.

   So there I was almost fourteen on the contraceptive pill as our parents
knew we would not be separated.  Strangely enough we were fifteen, no I was
almost when we finally 'did it'.  Don't get me wrong, we fooled around some
before that, mainly with Michael from when his penis began getting bigger
and stiff.  It always fascinated me how stiff and hard it would get.  Well
then anyway.

   I was an enthusiastic partner in crime.  I soon learnt to hold it as he
would, then stroke it up and down till he climaxed.  I smiled as I remember
back.  Michael would only have to give me a look then we would slip away
down the back yard to the tree house together.

   Michael's dad had built it for us when we were about eight I think. 
Michael's dad is a carpenter in the building industry on high rise
buildings making 'form work' to pour concrete.  He brought home the scrap
that was over, using the bits for the tree house.  I can remember scraping
concrete off some of the bigger damaged bits before they could be used.

   We loved the tree house.  I can remember our excitement at having our
own cubby.  In my mind then our house.  I can remember as soon as the
weather was better, sleeping overnight out there.  It was draftee and
freezing but Michael and I were cuddled together fast asleep on a Saturday
night.  We weren't allowed to sleep out there on a school night but Friday
and Saturday was allowed.  We did grow out of sleeping out there but the
cubby got used a lot during the day.

   I'm not sure how it happened now.  Either Michael or I heard about oral
sex.  I can't really remember which one of us it was.  I do remember it
brought on a flurry of experimentation.

   It's strange how our minds think.  I mean all those times I had
masturbated Michael with him spurting within inches of my face, it never
occurred to me to dip my head engulfing Michael with my mouth.  I shake my
head when I think back now but the first time I did it for Michael he came
so quick into my mouth I spluttered and choked as I got it down the wrong
way.

   I laugh now at how inexperienced we were.  Here I was coughing my heart
out as I tried to breathe air which worked better than sperm.  Well it
didn't take me long to perfected the technique of taking him in my mouth
then swallowing his sperm.  It never occurred to me I could spit it out.  I
just loved it you see, it was something of Michael's.

   For some reason we didn't bother pursuing Michael returning the favor. I
think because he would clamp his hand over my Vulva working me with his
fingers I would climax so quick we didn't have time.

   I remember back when Michael was eleven or so coming down with the
mumps. I thought he was going to die, he was that sick for a fortnight. 
For the first time in my life I could see, life for us, was not cast in
stone, as I had perceived it to be beforehand.

   Then to reinforce the message Michael's Mum not long after got sick with
cancer.  I tell you that knocked the stuffing out of all of us.

   For the next four years she put up a brave fight.  Starting with a
double mastectomy, then she had countless operations till she was diagnosed
with Pancreatic cancer.  Then it was only months.  It was so sad.  I really
liked her.  She was my second Mum and I still tear up when I think of her
and her brave battle.

   I don't know, it seemed nothing was the same after that.  Michael's dad
went to pieces after the funeral.  He had enough long service to get away
for a while.

   Then on top of that my grandmother, my Mum's Mum, was old needing
looking after.  So my Mum went off to see what was going on.  You see My
grandmother had money.  I still shake my head over that as Mum, well mainly
Dad was a little funny about it.  They decided to move in with my
grandmother, as I saw it, to shall we say...  'safeguard their interests'.

   This of course left me hanging between a rock and a hard place.  There
was no way I was going to be parted from Michael.  It was Michael's dad
Harold, who suggested I was old enough to marry Michael with their
permission.  His house was a two level with a bit of modifying could be
divided into two.  The bottom level being a large rumpus room.  With a bit
of trickery it could become a self contained flat.  It needed a bathroom
but the toilet was already there it just needed adding to a little.

   Michael's dad organised a few of his work mates putting on a barbecue
with a few cases of beer the weekend after the materials arrived.  By the
end of the day the majority of the conversion was completed.

   Mum and Dad were not happy about this as I insisted we not have a
slap-up wedding do.  It would be a ceremony at the registrar's office then
to a restaurant close by with private dining facilities for the invited
guests for the rest of the afternoon.

   The happy bride and groom slipped away after the meal in a taxi.  We
drove to our new flat where we spent the afternoon in bed.  Harold arrived
home under the whether as Michael had to pay the driver.  Between us we
carried him to his bedroom where we stripped him putting him to bed.

   We didn't really want to go on a honeymoon.  We were quite content to
slip out in the back yard to sleep in the cubby.  I know Harold would have
given us a wedding present of a honeymoon at some grand resort somewhere
exotic in the world but we declined.  Yes we just wanted to be together, it
didn't matter where.

   Harold laughed and laughed when he got up the next morning to find us
climbing out of that old tree house cubby with our blankets and pillows. 
He wasn't surprised or shocked as my parents were at our behavior.

   As we were into the summer school break, that was the end of school for
Michael and I.  We had no enthusiasm to go on to college.  My dad and mum
were not rich enough, yet.  Michael's dad would have paid his way but
Michael wanted to go to work with the same construction company so we could
get married.  So Michael was to become a rigger on building sites.  He and
his dad would be working together on the same projects.

   It was heartbreaking for me to see mum and dad move away for what I saw
as their selfish motives.

   Life began to settle down.  We were happy being together in the one
bedroom flat under Michael's dad's house.  I of course became much closer
to Harold as time went on, you see I had a secret crush on him ever since I
can remember.  I knew Michael would look just like him when he grew up.



   The three of us ate together at mealtimes.  I found myself doing the
housework and cooking for the three of us as time went on.  I didn't mind a
bit as dad (Harold) would give me a hand.

   I had found myself a part time job with the local supermarket.  Our
married life was settling down.  The only difference was I didn't have to
go next door to eat and sleep.

   Mum and Dad having made the move to Grandma's, renting their house next
door.  So we had strangers move in.

   Michael and I decided we would start a family straight away.  I think
Michael's dad Harold was pleased to have the company after the loss of his
wife years earlier.  I was now off the pill ready to start a family at
sixteen.

   To my bitter disappointment I didn't fall pregnant the first or second
month.  We knew there could be a problem as Michael had had mumps when
younger.

   I suppressed my disappointment, getting on with married life.  Michael
and I were so happy we were now one together as we should be.  Married life
to me seemed like a fulfillment that had been lurking in the background,
that now made our life fuller.  I don't think either of us realised that
having children was going to do to our 'in a way' selfish relationship.

   Having children was going to be exciting for us but after seven months
of trying, it hadn't happen.  I realised we had a problem and I didn't know
what to do about it apart from keep trying.

   For some reason, I can't remember how now, Michael wasn't home.  He was
working late, doing a double shift as they were short handed.  Dad came
home without him.  We were sitting together at the kitchen table after our
evening meal talking, when the subject of my failure to conceive came up.
Bursting into tears as Dad reached across the table grasping my hand to
comfort me.

   I don't know what happened but I found myself sitting sideways on his
lap as I cried my eyes out as he held me tightly.  I remembering him
promising he would make it right.  I was a little taken back when he
offered to be a sperm donor for Michael.  He smiled saying to me.  "Well
it's almost the same sperm from a slightly different angle.

   He assured me if we kept our mouths shut, Michael would never know.  The
kids will look like him and everybody would be happy.

   I think I nodded my head at the idea then found myself in Dad's arms
being carried to his bedroom where I found myself being stripped as I
helped him remove my bra and panties.

   I remember his strange weight on top of me, being a lot heavier then
Michael as I felt him slide his hand down between us as I leapt with the
contact of his fingers on my clitoris being astonished at how slippery I
was already.

   Then I felt Dad pressing between my legs with that ridged monster of
his. I can remember groaning loudly as I felt pressure forcing my Labia
lips apart, stretching me much tighter than I had ever been stretched
before.

   Boy, do I remember my first screaming climax as I felt his head pushing
up inside stretching the daylights out of me.  I think I had two climaxes
before he bottomed deep inside.  They were hard climaxes, the hardest I
ever had, one straight after the other.

   All I can remember with my overloaded brain was hanging on tight with my
arms and legs locked around him as I felt his fingers working my clitoris
into climax after climax till he forced his monster in hard feeling his
strong pressure spurts flooding me with his seed.

   I don't know how long I lay there sobbing.  I didn't know whether I was
sobbing because I was happy or sad.  Dad, I mean Harold, had just shown me
something I had been missing in my life as I felt his comforting arms
holding me tightly.  I sobbed louder as I had hold of his erection as I
would normally do with Michael after sex.  Dad was still as hard as a rock.

   He rolled me onto my back again as I opened my legs automatically as I
would for Michael.  Dad was moving his hips around on me as he centered his
head into my now very slippery Vulva.  It slipped straight into my entrance
as I felt his size spreading my Labia lips wide again pushing for entry.

   Dad held my face between his hands as he looked down at me with a look
in his eye I interpreted as love, saying.  "Dam Rebecca, I love you so much
girl, I've wanted to do this since you were about ten and growing those
beautiful breasts." He pushed his erection slowly but firmly into me as he
said this as my eyes went wide with the sensation of him stretching the
hell out of me again as I began shuddering towards another gut wrenching
climax.

   I was screaming my head off again as I felt Harold pushing in hard then
pull back then in hard again as I shuddered and shuddered through climax
after climax.

   I remember becoming slowly aware as Harold held me tight, as I felt his
erection spurting inside me again.  I could only hang on for dear life as
the saying flashed through my mind about, 'fucking a baby into me'.  Boy
was he ever.  I could only smile with pleasure as I could feel his spurts
diminishing inside my body as I know felt regret it was over.

   "Come on girl, get your arse into the shower, Michael will be home in an
hour.  I was reluctant to move as he pulled out as we both groaned then I
rolled into his arms holding his now wilting penis.  'Hell.' I thought, 'it
was twice as big.' No I didn't want to go there.

   I was in the shower soaping up when to my surprise the door slid open
and Dad slipped in behind me.  I felt his body press against mine as his
hands slipped under my arms cupping my breast as he drew me back hard
against him.

   I rested my head back against his shoulder as he soaped my body paying
particular attention to my breasts and crutch.  I could feel him getting
hard between my cheeks pushing through my crutch now as I put my hand down
over my crutch feeling his erection head there holding him firmly against
my clitoris as I slowly swiveled my hips back and forth on his head.

   Don't be too long if you want another." I couldn't believe I was going
again.  I had lost count how many climaxes I had.  I rubbed myself on him
hard unashamedly as my body rocked through another climax.

   I shook my head to clear it as Dad held me up as I was feeling real
weak. Despite my weakness I turned out of his arms as I held his
semi-erection with my hands as I knelt down opening my mouth Dad groaned
with pleasure as I put his head in my mouth sucking on him.

   Now that was something I did real well.  I had been doing it to Michael
for that many years now I forget.  I didn't mind the taste of sperm, I was
used to it as I struggled with Dad's size in my mouth.

   I wanted to do him proper but I think after two big climaxes I was
amazed he could get half an erection for his third, where Michael would be
asleep snoring after his first.

   Dad pulled out of my mouth turning me round smacking my bum hard as he
pushed me towards the towels to dry myself.

   After when I was sitting on the lounge waiting for Michael to arrive
home I went to sleep.  Dad was sitting in one of the lounge chairs reading
the paper as if nothing had happened.

   Well I knew I should have felt guilty but for some reason I didn't.  I
often think about it later.  I suppose being with Michael's dad to get
pregnant, didn't seem wrong.  It was Michael's Dad.  Not someone I'd picked
up off the street.  I mean I knew him all my life and thought of him as a
father.  I mean...  Well I don't know what I mean.  It's too confusing but
I know he is the answer to my prayers, more now than I realised.

   I roll my eyes remembering the feeling of him pushing his great dong
into me for the first time.  Bloody hell it made me do double back flips. I
smile when I think how surprised I was at my first gut wrenching climax
then the second soon after then a third.  Bloody hell.  We really had
started something.

   I would never admit to anyone, that I couldn't wait for Dad to shove his
bloody great hard lump of meat into me again.  I realised that dad and I
were lovers.  I was not a reluctant lover as I would have imagined but a
very willing one.

   Michael turned up after midnight.  I was all over him like a rash after
he woke me and Dad.  Dad went off to bed as I fed Michael his dinner heated
up in the microwave.  Fortunately for me Michael was dead tired going
straight to bed.  By the time I climbed in beside him cuddling into him he
was out like a light.  I went to sleep in a turmoil of thought and images.
Dad was the last image on my mind.  I felt warm and comfortable inside
knowing his wiggles were frantically searching for the ripe egg, deep
inside my belly.

   The next morning I felt tired but on top of the world.  Dad came out
into the kitchen getting the best passionate kiss I ever gave him, as
Michael was on the toilet.

   I knew I would not get pregnant from last night.  Well there was a very
slim chance but not really as it was a few days away from my periods.  But
after last night's workout I wouldn't be surprised at anything.

   I think we all were tired this morning.  I felt completely washed out
but happy.  Dad was a little slow but weary as he came over after finishing
his breakfast, giving me a gentle passionate kiss.  I smiled back seeing
him smile.  He didn't know what my reaction to last night would be.  Now he
was his old self joking with Michael when he came into the kitchen yawning
his head off after his double shift.

   "You should go to bed to sleep." He joked across the table at Michael
giving me a sly grin as Michael was hoeing into his serial as I stood
behind him at the sink.  I blushed and smiled.  I noticed Dad hung back so
he could get a morning goodbye kiss the same as Michael.

   Like every week day morning it was a mad rush to get them off to work. I
left much later than the boys so I had my shower after they left.

   Well life went on.  If Michael went off to the toilet Dad would shove
his hand up my dress pulling the pantie crutch aside giving me a climax if
we had time.  The thing was it didn't happen very often but I found myself
looking forward to it.  I didn't really feel I was cheating on Michael.

   I was in my next cycle.  I watched my temperature go down a little
smiling when I told Dad it was time.  We had a little talk the day before,
a bold plan was hatched.  After Michael and I had had intercourse trying to
get pregnant, with Michael asleep as he slept like a log normally on such
occasions.  I would sneak upstairs to Dad's room and he was going to fill
me up with hot fresh healthy baby making sperm.

   Well Michael as usual after he had his climax, turned over as I cuddled
into his back as he went to sleep.  Dam I was so excited as I climbed the
stairs quietly in the dark, opening the door to Dad's bedroom, closing it
behind me quietly in anticipation.

   Harold, I mean Dad was waiting for me as he pulled the bedclothes back
off his naked body with his erection standing straight up for me, as I
zeroed in on it grasping its size in my hands as I fitted the head in my
mouth sucking on it.

   It was Dad drawing me off whispering.  "Come on darling let's get your
womb full of wiggles first.  Then you can suck on it as much as you want."

   He placed a pillow under my bum then I opened my legs wide for him as he
hooked his arms under the back of my legs forcing my knees up against my
breasts and shoulders as I watched him fit his erection head at my exposed
labia lips opening then push.  Dad clamped a hand over my mouth as I
groaned loudly as his erect head stretched the hell out of me as it forced
inside my slippery sheath.

   I just had a climax with Michael.  Well I was having another with Harold
as his groin ground hard against mine.  Fuck he was in me deep, so deep it
was hurting as he tried to get deeper.  I was climaxing again when I felt
Dad grunt loudly as he drove in harder as I felt a dull ache in deep then
my eyes flew open as I felt his spurt so deep inside me like I never felt
before.

   We were laying there panting at our effort as I whispered.  "Dad you
just fucked a baby into me.  I felt your sperm go right in deep."

   I was starting to cramp in one leg as Dad lifted off my legs and chest
still with his erection buried deep inside.  Quite frankly, I amazed myself
as I knew all his erection was inside my belly.  It was longer and thicker
than Michael's, I felt so satisfied I had taken him all.

   I groaned as I felt Dad begin to move again deep.  I smiled at him as he
lay back down on my legs pushing them against my breasts as he kissed me
passionately.  'Oh fuck here we go again.' I thought to myself excitedly.

   Dad didn't have to stroke my clitoris with his fingers as his groin was
doing that as I wiggled and thrust at him as he drove into me hard.  He
felt like a bloody great battering ram...  I saw an old drawing once of a
battering ram from medieval times in an old book which had a fist carved on
the end as high as a man as I shuddered into another climax.

   I felt Dad pulsing deep and hard into me again, as that dull ache deep
inside me told me he was spurting deep into my cervix, dam I came hard. 
That was little Jerome he was fucking into me.  I was positive.

   After, Dad let me suck him dry as he climax in the back of my throat.  I
lay on top of him with my crutch sitting on his face as I climaxed and
climaxed as he licked and sucked my clitoris non stop.

   It was after two am when I slipped back into bed beside Michael.  He
didn't stir as I cuddled into him going straight to sleep.

   Was I tired the next morning.  It was Dad who woke me as Michael was in
the shower as we clung to each other for a few seconds.  It was Dad who
chastised Michael for keeping me up to all hours when we should go to bed
to sleep.  Michael would laugh good natured as he ate breakfast.

   Well the next night was much the same.  Michael and I had a climax
together.  When he went to sleep I sneaked up to Dad's bed so he could
stuff that bloody great battering ram of his deep into my belly again. 
Depositing his package of wonderfully worm fresh healthy wiggles.  Bloody
hell I was coming harder on him now it wasn't as painful as I was
stretching to his size.

   I couldn't believe I didn't feel bad about what we were doing behind
Michael's back.  I knew our intentions were honorable.  We were making
Michael feel like a man, being able to father a child.  I wasn't sure after
the deed was done if I could give up having sex with Dad.  I so loved his
bloody great erection pushing into me making me climax so hard I shudder
just thinking about it.

   Then the news arrived we had all been waiting for.  My test kit said we
were pregnant.  I for some reason felt flat.  I would not need to visit Dad
any more.  I looked at him as we popped the cork on a bottle of wine to
celebrate.  I knew exactly what he was thinking too.  No way.  As we smiled
at each other.  I loved them both too much and I had made up my mind I
would share them.

   That night after I had put Michael to sleep I lay in Dad's arms as we
made passionate love.  I was on my hands and knees, Dad was slowly fitting
his monster into my rear.  Bloody hell it was hurting like hell as I pushed
back on it.  He was telling me to take it easy and it would go in.

   This was a practice run for when I was further advanced with my belly
swollen to uncomfortable to be laid on.  I was groaning and moaning as I
tried to get Dad's head inside me.

   Michael and I had never tried it this way.  Michael wasn't real
adventurous in the bedroom.  I groaned loudly as I felt Dad sliding slowly
then popped inside.  I was gasping loudly at the relief of getting him
inside.

   When he started moving inside me I went ballistic.  I lost count of the
times I climaxed but I know Dad had three inside me.  I couldn't help
myself as I twisted and screwed, pushed and pulled as I squeezed his big
fat ridged love muscle as hard as I could.  Hell I never wanted it to end,
it was so dam good.

   Was I dead tired the next morning.  Dad was getting breakfast as he had
woken me after I went back to sleep when Michael got up.

   We had to cut down.  I was bitterly disappointed.  Dad and I restricted
ourselves to once or twice a week.  I smile as I remember the sore bums I
had after Dad had finished pounding on me, I loved it.

   Michael was so happy I was pregnant.  I think the household was
euphoric. To me, both men were my husbands now.  I was displaying open
affection for them both.  I mean I didn't go out of my way to kiss Dad in
front of Michael.  I would hold his arm sometimes if the occasion warranted
or let him help me up if I was on my knees sorting out the fridge crisper.
Small things that brought us together in front of Michael.

   I was almost four months when I was in my dressing gown after a shower
when I excitedly stepped into the lounge room to show Michael my baby bump.
I opened my gown in front of the two men showing them my swollen belly
which also showed my swollen breasts.

   Michael didn't seem perturbed at my nudity in front of Dad.  Michael
hugged and kissed me in front of Dad.  Dad objected after a minute saying.
"He, don't I get to hug my grandchild?" He came up behind me as Michael
looked over my shoulder Dad moved in behind me putting his arms around my
belly holding me.

   I could feel his hands between my open robe on my belly saying.  "Hello
little grandson Jerry.  We all love you little man." Dad then kissed my
neck in front of Michael saying.  "Thank you darling for giving me a
grandson."

   I remembering blushing looking at Michael as he had stepped back as Dad
turned me sideways bending over in front of Michael kneeling down before I
realised, kissing my swollen belly right on my belly button.  Well now I
was crimson as I had no panties or bra on.

   I got a smack on the bum from Dad as I turned and fled for my clothes.
Michael laughed at my receding back as the two men discussed the baby. 
That night in bed I asked Michael how he felt about Dad kissing my belly.
He didn't seemed to be worried about it.  I commented.  "It must be lonely
for Dad without Mum.  Sometimes I feel he needs a hug and kiss, I might do
that for him if you don't mind?"

   Michael nodded smiling adding.  "Don't forget your poor old husband." I
laughed wrapping my arms tighter around him squeezing his penis I was
holding.  "I wouldn't forget you darling, you're always first.  Then Dad
with everyone else after."

   From then on Dad got a hug and kiss after Michael when they left for
work or came home.  It changed the atmosphere in the household.  We were
living upstairs where it was comfortable.  We only slept in the flat.  The
three of us were happy.  I would have dad on one side of me with Michael on
the other on the sofa at times when we were watching TV.  They would cuddle
into me together some times.

   I was happy and so were they.  Things were going fine.  I had just had a
shower after a hot sweaty day when I felt the baby kick.  I put on a robe
rushing out into the lounge yelling.  "The baby kicked, the baby kicked."
We spent the next two hours on the couch with my robe open with Michael
resting his hand on one side of my belly and Dad on the other waiting for
the baby to kick again.

   It was Dad who broke it up deciding to go to bed as he leaned in kissing
me goodnight on the lips then tweaked my exposed nipple in front of
Michael. I blushed as he got up to go to bed.  I looked at Michael, he
smiled then tweaked the other then dragged me off to bed.

   We were so happy.  I was doubly happy as I had both their love plus a
sex life now that defies belief.

   I was giving Dad passionate kisses at the front door morning and night
the same as Michael.  Dad would slap my bum laughing telling me I better
watch myself.  I certainly paid more attention to Michael to make sure he
knew he was number one.

   I think it was about the third time we were sitting on the sofa, Dad and
Michael on each side with their hands on my naked belly feeling for the
baby to kick when I placed my hands over both theirs announcing that I
loved them both so much.

   We held each other for some time till Dad lifted his head kissing my
exposed nipple saying.  "We love you to darling." Then went off to bed.  I
looked at Michael when Dad had gone saying.  "Michael, I'm going to look
after Dad when I'm finished with you." Michael looked at me just nodding.
He was never jealous of me as he knew I loved him.

   Michael kissed my other nipple then we began getting serious with
lovemaking on the sofa.  We ended up in our bed as we lay together after we
had climaxed together.  We were cuddling together as I promised Michael I
wouldn't be long looking after Dad.  We kissed passionately, then I slipped
out of bed as he rolled over.

   Dad was expecting me.  "Michael know your here?" I nodded.  "I told him
I wouldn't be long." Dad smiled at me saying.  "Well we better get on with
it." I snuggled down into his lap as Dad groaned with pleasure.

   Twenty minutes later I was kissing Dad good night then going back to
Michael.  The shortest lovemaking we had had together to date.  Michael was
asleep.  I cuddled into him making sure I woke him saying.  "That didn't
take long.  Dad is happy."

   The next morning I got a big passionate kiss from Dad thanking me for
last night in front of Michael.  He patted Michael on the shoulder thanking
him telling him what a hell of a girl he had.  Just the right touch I
thought.  Michael didn't seem to be worried, after all we had all lived
together for well over a year now.

   I was ecstatic I had two men to love, who loved me.  Dad did not press
his advantage, staying in the background when Michael was around.  I would
visit Dad when needed as he would do everything to me.  Michael was never
keen on sucking but he didn't mind me sucking him.

   I think Michael soon realised his Dad was not going to be a threat to
our relationship as I didn't tell him most times I was going to visit Dad
when he went to sleep, to get my bum hole stretched.  We seem to settle
down to a calmer routine.  The doctor was happy with my progress and the
latest scans I had, came back normal.

   Dad was low key about the house with Michael there.  He included us in
the managing the bills and such.  We did the household shopping once a week
at the weekend together.  We were becoming a close knit family unit. 
Michael and his Dad had always been close which helped.

   Then the bottom fell out of everything.  I still remember it so vividly.
It was before dark on a Tuesday afternoon late.  I remember the weather was
mild as I had not long been home from work starting dinner when I heard the
tromping of feet on the front veranda then a knock at the front door.

   I thought it strange as it was way too early for the men as I looked at
the kitchen clock.  They had their own keys anyway as I made my way to the
front door discarding my apron as I walked through the lounge to answer the
door as the door bell rang again.

   I didn't switch the porch light on as it was still light enough to see.
Thinking it might be the people renting next door come to complain about
something or another.

   I was surprised to see Dad standing there flanked by two men in business
suits.  I looked for Michael then back at Dad closer as I could see his
tear stained red swollen eyes and face now.  I had only ever seen him like
that once before when his wife had died years before.

   I knew instantly Michael was not coming home.  I had the impression of
Dad stepping forward grabbing me as I seem to be slipping towards the floor
as I remember Dad sweeping me into his arms before it all went black.

   For some reason I didn't want to wake up.  I could hear voices as I felt
something cold and damp being placed on my forehead.  The voices were
getting louder as my eyes began to flicker open.

   "She's coming round." It was Dad's voice right beside me as the room
came into focus.  I realised I was on the lounge room couch.  Laying length
ways with Dad sitting on the front edge as he leaned over me.

   "You all right Rebecca?" I looked up at him with the imitation lounge
room plastic chandelier light directly in line behind his head putting his
face into shadow.  Then it hit me.  "Michael?" I asked tentatively.

   Tears began running down Dad's cheeks, dripping down onto my chest and
exposed arm as he began sobbing as he reached for me lifting my upper body
into his arms hugging me to him tightly.  I began crying too.

   I have no idea how long we staid like that but I do remember Dad sitting
me up eventually.  To my surprise the two men in suits were still there
waiting patiently.

   Dad had recovered enough to tell me what I already knew giving me the
details.  Michael had been hit by a girder being lifted by the crane up the
side of the building.  Something had gone wrong with the crane controls and
the girder had hit three of the riggers working on the scaffolding on the
side of the building.  Two riggers were badly injured with the third dying
instantly.

   I could not believe what I was hearing.  Michael was dead.  Dad had to
hold me as he sat beside me.  I do not remember drinking my drink.  I do
remember Dad introducing the men.  The first was the company manager, the
second the union manager.

   I can vaguely remember them assuring me we would be looked after.  I
also remember them vowing to get to the bottom of the accident as there
would be an enquiry.  Then they seem to disappear after shaking my hand
giving me their condolences again.

   I remember crying my heart out in Dad's arms.  I think we both cried in
each others arms.  I felt awful for Dad as he had lost two of his family. I
carried his only close relative, his son.

   Dad put me into his bed.  I heard him on the phone to my parents as I
drifted off to sleep with a couple of sleeping capsules he still had from
his wife when she couldn't sleep years before.

   I woke to find myself spooned in against Dad wrapped in his arms.  The
sun was shining brightly.  It was just not fair as tears filled my eyes as
Dad cuddled me harder.  The back of my neck was getting wet.

   The next time I woke I was alone.  All I could do was lay there.  I
don't know where Dad was but I woke when he slid in beside me.  We didn't
need to say anything as Dad wrapped his arms around me.

   When I woke again it was afternoon.  Dad was on the phone.  I didn't
hear it ring as he had turned it down.  It was my parents, they were on
their way.  They would be here late the next morning.

   To my surprise a doctor turned up late afternoon.  The manager had
phoned dad to see how I was this morning.  Finding I wasn't coping well he
organised the company's doctor's to visit.  I now had a bottle of capsules
to keep me calm and relaxed.

   I slept and slept.  I would feel Dad cuddle into my back.  I felt warm
and safe with his arms around me.  I think every time I woke I cried myself
back to sleep.

   I remember Dad sitting me on the toilet.  He must have wiped me as I
don't remember doing it myself.  I remember a cup of thick soup being
pressed to my lips then I went back to sleep.

   It was morning again.  Dad was dragging me out of bed into the shower.
He put a clean nightie on me with my dressing gown sitting me up in the
lounge chair with a blanket and pillow.  I went to sleep.

   Mum and Dad were there as I came out of my drug induced sleep.  I
remembering weeping a lot with Mum and Dad.  I remember Dad (Harold) taking
me back to bed.  I can still remember the look of surprise on their faces
as he carted me off to the master bedroom.  He explained this way he could
keep an eye on me all the time.

   I really don't care what they thought as Dad's strong arms half carried
me to the bed for the night.  I remember a visit from the doctor the next
morning.  Then Harold got me up and dressed as he and Mum took me shopping
for a dress for the funeral which was to be the following day.

   I was showing my baby bump so I needed a dress and comfortable shoes. 
Harold had grocery shopped for my parent's stay.  They were installed in
the flat downstairs as it was the only other bed in the house.

   Mum and Dad didn't say a thing but I could see Mum wasn't happy with me
in Harold's bed but she said nothing.  I was sleeping all the time anyway.

   I remember waking in a fog of painless sorrow.  It was light just as I
cuddled back into Dad holding onto his surrounding arms tightly.  I cried
and cried.  I was inconsolable.  It was touch and go if I would make the
funeral.  I would hang onto Harold as I wept.  Harold wouldn't give me my
morning capsule as he showered me then let Mum do my makeup as I sat on the
side of the bed.

   Mum had come into the bedroom as the door was open as Harold worked me
out of the on-sweet drying me with towels as I sat on the bed.  Harold was
naked which brought a gasp from Mum as she saw his slack penis as he handed
her the towel so he could cover up.

   The funeral limo turned up to pick us up.  I could not stop crying.  I
remember Harold and Dad on each side of me as they lead me down the isle of
the full funeral chapel sitting me down in the front row.  When I looked up
seeing the coffin sitting there covered with flowers I collapsed.

   When I came too I was being held up by Dad and Dad.  Mum was wiping my
face with a cold wet cloth.  I refused to go into a side room as the
service got underway.  I thought I had no more tears to shed but I did as I
cried right through.

   As Michael was to be cremated the pall bearers who were Michael's
workmates lifted the coffin off the stand as they turned the casket
sideways to sit on a covered table which turned out to be the conveyor into
the depths of the chapel as the coffin disappeared behind the curtains
where Michael would be cremated.

   I was spared the pain of having to sit around the side chapel where
afternoon tea with refreshments were being served.  The car took us home
while Harold stayed to see the afternoon through.

   I took a capsule then went to bed to cry myself to sleep.  I clung to
Harold when he came in to see me before dinner.  I didn't get up till
lunchtime the next day as Mum and Dad were leaving mid afternoon.

   We were finished lunch at the kitchen table.  Mum was trying to persuade
me to come live with them at Grandmas.  I was shocked at the idea. 
Thinking about it after I think they wanted their grandchild with them.

   Mum was getting quite forceful as she can do at times when she wants her
way.  I looked at Harold beside me knowing what he was thinking as I
grasped his hand with mine holding it up tightly in front of them.

   "Mum...  Dad." I faced them across the table.  I think the drug was
making me reckless like I was drunk being determined and a little forceful.
Yes I was my mothers daughter.

   "The baby I'm carrying is not Michael's...  As you know Michael had
mumps when he was eleven.  His sperm count was low and I didn't fall
pregnant." Mum was looking shocked at my revelation as I went on.  "Harold
offered to be the donor for our baby, I excepted.  So Harold is the father
of my baby.  You see I secretly loved Harold since I was a little girl like
I did Michael."

   I turned and smiled at Harold then turned back to Mum and Dad adding. 
"Harold will be the father of my other children in memory of Michael."

   There was dead silence for some time then I added.  "Harold hasn't asked
me yet as it's too soon, but I'm sure we will get married eventually or we
just might live together in sin.  That way I can be true to Michael."

   Mum and Dad left two hours later.  I was still lucid having taken a
capsule after lunch.  Mum and I hugged tightly as we were on the other side
of the car as Mum whispered to me.  "How the hell can you take him.  He's
built like a dam horse."

   I wasn't really shocked as Mum was a woman of the world as we had talked
about things on and off since we had our sex talks when I first started my
periods.  I rolled my eyes at her saying.  "He makes me do back flips when
he pushes it in me, I can't stop cumming on him."

   I think she was shocked when I added.  "When I have the baby you'll have
to come look after me and try him.  Mum smiled at me as she got into the
car waving good bye.

   That was the only lighter note as I fell back into morning Michael.  It
took me months and months before I could function properly.  Harold, I mean
Dad went back to work after a couple of weeks.  He wanted to keep his
annual leave for when the baby was born so he could be home with us for a
time.

   Mum seemed different now on the phone.  More like a friend than a
mother. I don't know if it was the promise of having access to Harold or
her grandchild's arrival.  It didn't worry me if it was both.

   That night we made love.  I love the climaxes Dad was giving me.  I was
so afraid I would feel guilty being surprised I didn't feel any different
than before.  Dad only had one climax but he made me have four.  Dam I was
going to be sore for weeks I thought as I plunged, swiveled and strained on
that magnificent hunk of muscle that makes me came so hard.

   I woke the next morning dreading the pain of having to go to the toilet.
Dad laughed as I sucked on his head gently as he was just as sore.  He was
groaning as he wanted me to continue as I gave him the works rubbing his
base with my hand around him as I sucked his head in and out of my mouth
squeezing his balls with my other hand.  Dad gives a hell of a lot of fluid
when he comes.

   We lay quietly in each others arms together as I cried for Michael.  Dad
was filling the void as best he could.  I consider myself lucky we had each
other to fill the gap Michael left in our lives.  I think it would be
unbearable if I had to do it on my own.

   Young Jerome 'Jerry' was born in due course.  Surprisingly I didn't have
a long or really hard labour for my first time.  Forty five minutes which I
was grateful for.  Not like some women who go on for hours and hours.

   Mum arrived the next day.  I think she was so excited at having a
grandchild.  Harold met her at the airport, bringing her straight in to see
me before they went home.  Mum was all over little Jerry as she nursed him
in the chair by the bed as I explained to her it was the name Michael and I
had picked out and our next boy would be called Michael in memory of his
older brother.

   I still shed tears at the thought of Michael.  I had got past the stage
of breaking down now with Dad's love and comforting arms holding me.  It
was still very painful, with little Jerry easing the pain for me.

   I had given instructions to Dad to look after Mum.  Explaining to Dad I
think Mum fancied his equipment and not spare the rod with her when they
were on their own.

   When I saw Mum the next day she looked haggard.  I smiled at them seeing
Dad had given her a real work out.  I didn't miss the groan as she sat down
in the chair beside the bed.  I grinned as Mum blushed as I commented. 
"He's a real stayer isn't he Mum?" She rolled her eyes blushing deeper.

   I looked at Dad smiling on the other side of me as he held my hand as I
commented.  "I suppose you kept her up till all hours?" He smiled nodding
saying.  "She takes a lot of punishment, like her daughter." I Lent towards
him for my kiss which was a little passionate.

   I sat back happy.  I felt at piece with the world.  Mum got up groaning
to check on little Jerry who was sleeping soundly after his feed an hour
ago.  If she was lucky he would be awake by the end of visiting hours with
a dirty nappy to change.  I smiled, well what are mum's for to keep
everyone happy.

   With her daughter out of action, mother certainly was there for me. 
When I came home with the baby Mum was kept busy.  They moved a single bed
in beside the double bed in the master bedroom with the cot in the corner,
I was relegated to the single bed till my vagina recovered.

   Mum was a moaner like me.  When Dad pushed his hard muscle into Mum she
moaned and groaned.  If I wasn't too tired I would join them helping Mum by
rubbing Dad's balls as he pounded in and out of her.  I would hold them as
he spurted his load into Mum.  Then Dad would look after me giving me a
climax spooned into my back so I would then sleep soundly.

   Slowly the pain of loosing Michael diminished with time.  There wasn't a
second of every day I thought of him.  He knew Dad would look after me and
little Jerry.  He would know now little Jerry was Dad's.  I'm sure he
wouldn't mind he had a little stepbrother.  He would also know we planned
other brother and sisters for him.

   Dad, my real one, comes to visit when he can.  Grandma is poorly,
needing someone there with her to run her life.  Mum has no intention of
leaving us at the moment.  Using the excuse I need looking after as well as
the baby.  I must admit I don't blame her.  Dad has turned out to be a
superman, looking after both our needs now I'm back in action.

   It turns out Mum likes it a bit kinky.  Dad and I had never played
around as we never had the opportunity before when Michael was alive.  Mum
likes fisting.  She had Dad push his hand slowly up into her vagina then
make her cum as he pushed his erection into her rear as Dad worked his
shaft with his hand inside Mum as they both climaxed together.

   Before I knew it I was doing it too.  Now I had the baby and wasn't too
sore, I found I could take his hand as easily as Mum.  Well it took us both
a time to get his hand inside.  Dad had us laying side by side on the bed
as we each had our bum's up resting on his thighs each side, with his hand
in each of us as we worked ourselves to a climax each.

   Next time we try that we are going to lay Dad on his back with his hands
and forearms up in the air as we both sit on a hand each then we will both
suck him till we all come together.



   I had to admit, I was slowly recovering from Michael's death.  There was
a time there when I wished I could just curl up and die.  But I had little
Jerome to look after now with Harold and mum supporting me, I was slowly
coming out of my distressed state.



   Dad had taken his annual leave to be with us as long as possible before
he went back to work.  The company had moved him into the site office as
the foreman's assistant.  It was a much safer job which I was most grateful
to the company.



   Little Jerome was hardly any trouble, he would do mainly what we wanted.
He would go down and sleep through till his early feed.  Then mostly he
would go back to sleep.  We had him circumcised like his father and
grandfather.  We believed it was cleaner and would be a lot less trouble
for him.

   Despite myself I'm looking forward to becoming pregnant again.  It gives
me a worm comfortable feeling inside.  I know it will be a girl this time.
I can't help smiling thinking about Dad spurting deep inside me as I cum
hard on him accepting his fluid donations with the loving care in which it
was given.

   There is a niggling worry with dad and my age difference.  Being twenty
years older his sex drive may not match mine later on.  I also realise he
will go well before me.  I smile, I do have a substitute with my son.  Well
his package is showing all the signs of being his fathers son.  I smile...
A naughty smile.


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