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 Before the sun crested over the eastern sky, I helped Aaron load Mom's body
in the back of his new Ford truck while Billy was still sleeping.  We drove
off into the empty, lawless countryside several miles from the house where
we threw her in a fishing pond with rocks tied around her waist.  She was a
bloody mess, naked, and still fat from her last pregnancy.  I had seen Mom
naked more times than I knew, but seeing her cold lifeless body was
different.  I couldn't believe that was her corpse.

   Aaron put a sweaty arm around me as we watched her sink into the murk.
"She was a whore," he said to me in a serene sort of way; the tone that you
share with a loved one as you watch beautiful fireworks exploding in the
distance.  "She was a good whore, but a whore nonetheless." He nodded
toward toward the ripples where Mom had sank.  "This is what all whores
get, eventually."

   I nodded.  I understood.

   Before we left, Aaron bent me over the back of the tailgate of his truck
and fucked me raw.  He pulled my hair back with his hands so that my back
arched into a bow.  I got chills as his tongue traversed the ridges of my
ear, sending tingling sensations to my groin.

   I heard a fish splash in the water behind us.  I wondered if they'd eat
her.

   Aaron moved in with us after that.  He slept in Mom's bed and burned
some of her things in a bonfire out back.  Billy didn't understand what was
happening.  We told him Mom went to go live with one of the johns and would
come back sometime later to check on us.  He was an emotional wreck without
our mother and his pregnancy hormones were making him stupid.  I had to
beat him five or six times a day just to get him to stop crying.  Aaron
whipped him with the metal end of his belt for the next few weeks.  He had
marks all over him, even on his belly, and his right eye was blackened (my
doing).  He still cried, but less loudly now.

   I helped Aaron burn Mom's personal stuff.  We carried all her clothes
and worthless shit and watched it disintegrate in the fire.  We drank every
night and fucked every day.  I can't remember ever being happier than this.
I finally had a father figure who loved me and Billy as much as Mom did. 
We played football sometimes, other times we'd tie Billy up naked to the
tree and use his pregnant belly as a target for soccer.  Aaron always beat
me, but we always beat Billy.  He was bruised all over and for a while we
thought we might have killed my unborn kid because it stopped moving for a
few days.  I was disappointed and Aaron consoled me, telling me that we
could always squirt some more babies into him later.

   But as it turned out, the baby was still alive.  It started kicking
again and all was fine, but we stopped using him as target practice after
that.  Aaron said he had plans for Billy and the baby later on, so we had
to start taking it easy on him.  Sort of.  We still fucked my seven year
old little brother five or six times a day as hard as we could.  Sometimes
both of us fucked his ass at the same time, one from the back and one from
the front.  It was incredible feeling Aaron's shaft thrusting against my
own inside of Billy's tight little boy-trap.  I swear my unborn kid loved
it too.  He always kicked up a storm during and after we nailed my brother.


   I say `he' because I'm sure it's a boy.  Aaron says he doesn't want any
girls in the house.  Luckily, most of the kids I've aborted were boys, and
most of the kids Mom had were boys, too.  At night when I cuddled with
Billy, I'd squeeze his tummy and threaten to blend our baby in the blender
if it were a girl.  "You better hope for your sake it's a fucking boy," I'd
whisper in his ear.  "I don't wanna disappoint Aaron," I spat.  "He's the
best thing that ever happened to us."

   "He's not our dad!" Billy would hiss at me, trying to pry my hands from
his baby-gut, but I'd only squeeze it harder.

   "Yes he is, and you better start showing him more respect."

   A month after Aaron came to live with us I began to feel funny.  I was
vomiting at odd hours and feeling nauseous about certain random smells.  I
knew the signs, I've had them before.

   Aaron had fucked his baby into me!

   I told him the news one day after he had gone into town to do whatever
he did for work (he wouldn't tell us what it was), and he was smiled and
patted me on the head.  "Good boy," he said, then went out back to drink
and smoke without me.  I grabbed a beer from the fridge and tried to join
him.

   "Get the fuck back inside," he yelled, pointing back towards the house.
He was on the phone with someone.

   I obeyed, feeling my temperature rising.  I set the beer aside as I felt
my stomach roiling and barely made it to the restroom in time to puke my
guts out in the toilet.  Why wasn't he happier about the news?  I thought
he wanted to knock me up?  I didn't understand.

   Billy was seven months then and his stomach was unbelievably huge.  The
baby was already running out of room inside of the seven year old's body,
making it so that his stomach was lopsided and deformed looking.  The
unborn little shit was as active as ever, so Billy's tummy was always
changing shapes.

   As I hugged the toilet bowel feeling weak and unwanted, Billy came in
and knelt beside me and put his small arms around my waist.  I felt his
soft head lean against my shoulder.  He didn't say anything.  I cried
quietly and later Billy helped me up.  I slept for the rest of the day with
Billy folded in my arms.  I woke up late in the night and found my little
brother was still awake.  He didn't sleep well with my giant baby pummeling
him from within.

   "I miss Mom," he whispered to me.

   I held him gently.  "Me too."

   Men still showed up at the house hoping to fuck Mom.  Aaron told them
what we told Billy: that she had moved away with someone else.  He offered
Billy and me instead, and increased the cost to fuck us.  Most of them
weren't gay, but some shrugged and paid.  Others were desperate for a lay
and didn't care that we had dicks as long as they could get off.  Over the
next month Aaron had cultivated dozens of new clientele that would drive
from all over to fuck a pregnant fifteen year old and an eight month
pregnant seven year old.  Aaron charged triple for anyone wanting to fuck
Billy.  People paid it hand over fist.

   I spent a lot of that time bent over taking johns up my ass or in my
mouth.  Some would double team me or Billy, a few times there were three or
four who were taking turns.  During the week days when business was slow
Aaron would set up a camera and livestream us online through discreet
websites.  One time Aaron said we had over three thousand people watching
us at the same time.  Sometimes I'd fuck Billy on camera nice and hard and
other times Aaron would make Billy play with himself while he lay on his
back so that his stomach rose high into the air.  He filmed all sorts of
fetish videos with us: scat, piss, foot, creampie, baby movement, gag,
fisting, etc.  He bought a fancy computer and would spent a few hours of
the day editing videos and sending them off to buyers.

   Aaron still fucked me sometimes but mostly he wanted to fuck Billy now
that his pregnancy was so advanced.  He seemed to love Billy's pregnant
form: the skinny boy with the BIG belly and the thumb-like navel.  There
were times when Aaron would let me join but lately he wanted Billy all for
himself.  My kid brother was turning into a little slut!  He was actually
starting to enjoy the feeling of having me or Aaron inside him.  Even his
little cock would lengthen into a tiny stick and he'd "cum" thick, gooey
clear liquid.  Aaron said it was just boy goo and that it wouldn't become
potent until Billy turned eleven or twelve.
Poor Billy was having a rough time with his pregnancy.  Walking was now
becoming a major ordeal.  I had to constantly help him up and down off the
couch or bed and he was forced to pee sitting down since he couldn't see
where he was aiming thanks to his huge stomach.  Of course, Aaron would
make Billy clean up any messes he made.  In fact, he made my brother do
most of the cleaning in the house while he sat around jacking himself off

while watching the pregnant boy sweat and struggle.

   By the time Billy was nine months, I was three months along.  A tiny
belly was forming low on my otherwise toned stomach.  Aaron took
professional pics of me and my new bump with his fancy camera and sent out
announcements to his online clientele stating there would soon be new
`pregnant teen' content.  He also announced that he'd be live streaming
Billy for several hours every day and would host an online marathon of the
birth.  He said tons of enthusiastic responses were pouring in.

   I was excited to become a dad-uncle.  Every time Billy had a random
contraction I would help ease Billy's pain by rubbing his stomach in
circles.  My unborn son seemed to like having his dad-uncle so close and
would kick in response.  I was going to miss his huge baby belly but Aaron
said that I could start trying to knock him up a few days after he gave
birth.  Of course, I still had six months of growing to do in the meantime,
and by the end of my pregnancy Billy would no doubt be waddling around with
a belly full of baby again.

   One day Aaron came back from town with a huge bottle of pills.

   "What are those?" I asked as I trailed him into the kitchen.  I was in
my pajamas with my little tummy hanging out over the waistband.  Since I
had a permanent outie from my previous pregnancies, I already had that
pregnant look.

   Aaron grinned at me.  "Fertility pills," he said.  He pulled off his
shirt and threw it towards the washer as he pulled a beer from the fridge.
He leaned against the counter, muscled and godly.  I can't believe how
lucky Billy and I were to be at this man's mercy.  "For your brother.  So
you hopefully fuck at least two babies in him next time, maybe more.  The
more the better."

   I found my eyebrows skyrocketing up my forehead.  "What would we do with
so many babies at once?  Isn't the house is too small for that?"

   He laughed.  "We can sell any girls you and your brother have," he said,
poking my bellybutton with his forefinger.  "As for the boys?  Well, lots
of people online have expressed interest in seeing us fuck infants and
toddlers.  So there's that.  And I can whore them out starting from when
they're born.  If they're as fertile as your brother is at seven, then in
seven years I can start breeding them, too.  I'll be making millions by
then."

   "Really?" I couldn't even wrap my head around that much money.

   "I'm already drawing up plans to expand the house." Aaron set the pills
on top of the fridge and smacked my ass and kissed me on the lips.  It was
the most attention he'd shown me in days.  He pressed a hand against our
unborn child, grinning ear to ear.  "I love you, son.  You and your brother
are gonna make me so much money."

   I felt my throat suddenly tighten with emotion.  "Love ...  love you
too, Dad."

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