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   This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

   If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't
know why you have opened this one.  Maybe to be offended, so you can
complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this.  If
that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help.  You need it.  If
you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held
responsible, if you choose to continue.  But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

   A great thanks to Old Rotorhead and Mat Twassel for patient editing.



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   Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.



   Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me.  Part 3



   "Hi, it's Martin.  I just wanted to hear how my sister is doing today."

   "I'll get her," Susan replied.

   Susan's voice sounded distracted and kind of distant.  Martin had no way
of knowing how untimely his call was.  After a moment's silence his sister
came to the phone.

   "Hi little brother.  How's the father-to-be?"

   "We're doing fine, all two and a third.  Can't be much more than that
yet, perhaps even less.  And how are you?"

   "I'm fine.  Just getting out of the hospital can make anybody feel
cured. Have you seen Susan's flat?  It's fantastic."

   "You sound like you're cured already."

   "If only.  I don't want to think about that right now.  I want to enjoy
my life as much as possible, just in case."

   "You'll get through it.  I haven't spent years looking after you just to
let you die from some odd disease, you hear me?"

   "I promise I won't.  How could I with people like you, Anna and Susan by
my side?"

   "That's the spirit.  I'll call you tomorrow.  Promise to call me if
anything happens?"

   "I will.  Love you, little brother."





   Later, Anna and Martin were doing the dishes, constantly bumping into
each other, which was nice because they were in love, but also unavoidable
because the kitchen was built at a time when men didn't participate in
kitchen chores.

   "We'll need a bigger place when the baby is born," Anna said.

   "I think we will have enough for the downpayment on a house if we sell
the flat."

   "I'm not really sure I want to live in a house.  I don't like the
thought of being alone in a house."

   "Why?  What's the difference?"

   "I've always lived in flats.  There are always people around.  I mean, I
can knock on the wall and the neighbour will hear me."

   "Exactly.  That's the worst part of living in a flat: too much noise. 
And wouldn't it be nice to be able to turn up the volume without having to
think about the neighbour's taste in music?"

   "I don't know.  Perhaps I can get used to it.  How about an terraced
house?"

   "Semi-detached."

   "Done."

   Martin tried to get around Anna and brushed against her.

   "Perhaps we'll have to get it before the baby is born.  We won't be able
to pass each other when your stomach grows bigger."

   Anna turned around and put her hands on her still flat stomach.

   "Do you think pregnant women are sexy?"

   "I've never really thought about that.  Do you think you want to have
sex when you're, you know, very pregnant?"

   Martin felt stupid after he'd said it.  Of course women could have sex
during pregnancy.  Anna had brought a pile of books from the library about
pregnancy and they had both spent a lot of time reading.

   "I know a few women who had been pregnant and they wanted to have sex.
Besides, what makes me feel good must be good for the baby," Anna smiled,
but turned serious again.  "Not all men want to, though.  Lisa's boyfriend
couldn't get it up when she was seven months pregnant."

   "I don't think that will happen.  I mean, I think you're awfully
sexy--and the book we looked at the other day, 'The stages of pregnancy',
the way the model's breast grew bigger and her nipples became dark and
puffy; I think that looked pretty sexy."

   "Should we look to see if my nipples are bigger and puffier now?" Anna
said, and brushed her hand teasingly over her breasts.

   "Let's finished the dishes and get some coffee first.  We can go to bed
early."

   Anna Sighed.  "Sometimes you're too practical."

   They finished the dishes, rubbing against each other as much as
possible. The dishes had really mounted up, not because they had eaten a
twelve-course meal, but neither of them enjoyed doing the dishes, and the
piles of used dishes were high.

   "When is Sis going to tell your parents?"

   "She promised to do it tonight."

   "I can't believe that she hasn't told them."

   "She didn't want them to worry before she could tell them what was
wrong--and they would, believe me."

   "But they must have been able to tell something was wrong.  You can't
fool a mother."

   "Sis told them she was a bit depressed after breaking up with Sandra,
which was half right.  Perhaps I would have done the same.  Dad worries so
much if one of us is ill.  I mean, it's sometime s harder on him than it is
on us."

   "Your dad is very emotional, even though he pretends not to be, right?
He tried to hide it but he had tears in his eyes when you told them that
they were going to be grandparents."

   Martin laughed.  "He's a tough old farmer until something happens and
then he's soft as melted ice cream."

   "What will your parents say when she calls them tonight?  Won't they be
angry or sad that she hasn't told them that she was ill?  That she has been
to the hospital?"

   "Perhaps, but they won't say anything.  They will immediately call me
and ask how serious it is.  I've been trying to prepare for the call all
day."

   Anna giggled.  "Oh!  That's why you wanted to drink coffee first."

   "Yes.  They can call any minute and I know you hate coitus interruptus,"
Martin replied, prompting a laugh from Anna.



   Later Martin's mother called and they talked for close to an hour.  He
explained about the disease and how good the prospects of a full recovery
were.  It was a little harder to explain why Sis had moved in with Susan,
but thankfully his mother didn't dwell on the subject.  Afterwards he was
relieved and uplifted.  Anna wanted to know what they had talked about.

   "You know the song 'Teach Your Children', by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and
Young?" Martin asked, when Anna once again wondered why Sis hadn't told her
parents.

   "I do.  Why?"

   "I can't remember the lines exactly, but it's about mutual understanding
between the generations.  As a child, you should try to understand your
parent's worries and concerns and as a parent you should try to remember
what it was like to be young.  One of the lines goes something like 'You of
tender years, must know the fears, your parents grew by'.  I think Sis is
trying to protect them, if you know what I mean." Martin sat back, adding
philosophically: "It's funny that the song was written at a time where the
gap between the generations was bigger than ever before."

   "We'll have to remember that when we become parents."

   "We'll have to play it every now and then.  Ah, shit.  It was one of the
records Susan took when she moved.  I'll have to buy a new copy.  I don't
know why I let her have it.  It was mine."

   "There are loads of good songs on that record.  Right now 'Love the one
you're with' springs to mind." Anna snuggled up close to Martin.  "Or do
you think that Sis will call?"

   "No.  She's probably listening to the same song."

   "No reason to wait then."

   Anna began unbuttoning Martin's jeans.  He wasn't prepared, but he was
not surprised either, and certainly not disappointed.

   "Oh Dear.  It's so small--small and sooo smooth," she said, and brushed
it lightly with the tip of her index finger.  "And I need it to be big and
hard.  I need to be fucked tonight.  Just that.  I need to feel you touch
me deep inside while you fuck me from behind.  I need to feel your balls
slap against my clit as you pound into me."

   "Keep talking and I'll be ready in a second or two."

   Martin could already feel his cock stirring.  When Anna laid her head on
his thighs and took his soft manhood into her mouth he knew it would only
be a matter of seconds.

   "You want me to fuck you with long, deep strokes that make your tits
sway under you?"

   "Yes," Anna answered, before resuming her resurrection project.

   "Perhaps I'll tickle your arsehole and when you are left defenceless,
overpowered by orgasm, I'll pull out and use my tongue and lips to make you
peak again."

   Anna let go and began to unbutton Martin's shirt.

   "No.  I just want to be fucked.  I only want to feel your big cock in
me. When I come I want you to turn me over and fuck me hard, make my tits
bounce all over.  I want you to push my legs far apart and hammer into me.
Oh God, I really need to be fucked."

   "Your wish is my command."

   Martin stood and let Anna pull the shirt over his head and his jeans
downhis legs.  He had to take them off himself as Anna was heading into the
bedroom, pulling her shirt off.

   Martin did just as instructed: with a firm grip on Anna's hips he fucked
her deep.  She praised the size and hardness of his cock, and her praise
threatened to spoil their plans, exciting Martin a little too much, but he
took a short break, teasingly running the shaft down through her hot cleft.
After her orgasm she spread herself for him and he took her again, holding
on to her legs.  He loved to see her tits bounce when she was lying on her
back.

   "There's nothing like an old-fashioned, unimaginative, primitive fuck,"
Anna said when they enjoyed the aftermath.





   End of part three.





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