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Saving Private Brian
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

What do you do when the last fertile male in the family 
tree is going off to war? You try to ensure that the 
line goes on, of course. Brilliant minds work alike, 
and in this family there are a LOT of brilliant minds. 
(FMfm, family, inc, ped, mast, oral, size, humor, 
military, preg)

***

WARNING: This story is intended to be a humerous look 
at the concept of the "Sole Surviving Son" in terms of 
Military service. As a plot vehicle it uses Operation 
Desert Storm. The author served in Desert Storm, 
proudly and with honor. This story is not a commentary 
on the current war in Iraq, or on the political 
decisions that have been made in the past. Nor is it 
intended to make light of the facts and circumstances 
depicted in the movie "Saving Private Ryan". 

I have nothing but respect for each and every man and 
woman in uniform, and my heart goes out to all their 
families, particularly those who have lost a family 
member to any kind of military service. For that 
reason, if you have lost a loved one during time of 
conflict or war, DO NOT READ THIS STORY! I do not wish 
to cause pain or unhappy memories about that loss.
Bob

***

Saving Private Brian
Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

Hmmmmmmm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You", drawled Brian, "are looking at a brand new 
ninety-five Bravo!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The first sixteen weeks flew by for Brian. He was in 
pretty good shape when he got to Basic, and though they 
pushed him physically, his body adapted. His chest 
thickened from pushups, his stomach flattened from sit-
ups, and his wind improved from running. He found he 
was an expert shot with a rifle, and he won top honors 
in his company for marksmanship, able to shoot as well 
as his Drill Sergeants. 

He was even better with the 9mm Baretta pistol they 
handed him when he went to the pistol range. Though the 
weapon was loose from having been shot ten or fifteen 
thousand times already, he had an unerring sense of 
when to squeeze the trigger, and where the bullet would 
hit. When they used man sized silhouettes he shot the 
center of the target to pieces.

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

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

All the talk there was of Kuwait.

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

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

Two weeks later, they all attended graduation. It was 
the first time the women in the family had actually 
seen any soldiers doing anything other than shopping in 
stores, or getting something to eat. As they watched 
the handsome young men marching and standing at 
attention and going through the rituals associated with 
graduation, every one of them felt a tingle somewhere 
behind her belly button. 

Beth in particular knew she'd have to change her 
panties when she got home, as she watched Brian walk 
across the stage to receive his certificate and new 
orders. He was so handsome, and tall, and his shoulders 
were so broad. She daydreamed about running her hands 
over his chest muscles as an officer announced his name 
and that he was going to be assigned to the 501st MP 
Company in some town in Germany.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jill was on a rant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"MU-THER!" cried Beth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter Two


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Breakfast was normally a loud and confusing concern in 
the Thackery household. This morning it was decidedly 
odd. Brian, his head achy, sat quietly, which was not 
normal. His aunt darted glances at him and ate quietly, 
which was also not normal. Liz wasn't hungry, which was 
DECIDEDLY abnormal. 

Nancy, visions of a tall, thick, fertile Thackery penis 
in her mind, dished out food like they were all 
starving lumberjacks. Patty was acting strangely, 
eating mechanically, like something was on her mind. 
Beth was trying to talk, but couldn't find anyone who 
would talk back to her. Tom was staring at his plate, 
wondering how he was going to avoid eating all that 
food without hurting his wife's feelings. He decided to 
slip some of it to the dog while he diverted the 
others’ attention. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She awakened him by climbing into bed with him naked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

"MOM!" he yelped. 

"FUCK!" 

Then again "MOM!"

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

She finally had to stop to breathe.

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

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

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

"Well" said his mother, who jacked his cock when she 
felt it begin to be a smidgen less firm than it had 
been, "I read an article that said sometimes when men 
have been fixed, some of them, in RARE instances, don't 
STAY fixed, and they can still father children... by 
accident. I didn't read the whole article. But if I 
were to get pregnant... with you... 

"I could honestly say no penis but a Thackery penis had 
ever been in me and that his operation must have gotten 
undone. You KNOW I wouldn't suggest this if it weren't 
the ONLY way for me to be SURE that your daddy's line 
and YOUR line will go on." She managed to blush 
prettily while stroking her son's cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?" cried Liz. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter Three


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

It was late at night and quiet in the house. Liz was 
dreaming. This time she knew she was dreaming, and she 
watched her dream unfold with interest. She was looking 
out the window toward the street in her dream, 
something she almost never did in real life. A dark 
green car pulled up to the curb, and uniformed men got 
out. In her dream one of them was obviously a Chaplain. 

She gasped, there in her dream, and her real body 
gasped too. She turned around, but she was alone in the 
house. She called for her parents, her sister, anybody, 
but only silence was there. She knew she was alone... 
all alone... all that was left of the Thackery family. 
The men knocked at the door and she decided not to open 
it. But it opened anyway, creaking as it did, and there 
they were, all somber looking, there with bad news.

But in her dream Liz suddenly smiled and let them in. 
She had to lean back to open the door because her belly 
was in the way. She was pregnant, almost due to give 
birth, but the baby felt light as a feather in her 
dream. The men told her Brian wouldn't be coming back, 
and they cried. 

Liz cried with them in her dream, but then smiled and 
told them it was all going to be OK, because some of 
Brian was still left. She showed them her swollen 
pregnant belly and told them it was Brian's baby. They 
smiled and stroked her belly. One man asked to see her 
breasts and she reached for a button on her dress.

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

She thought back to how she had tried to get Beth to 
come to the house that day a week ago, to help Brian 
pack up the things in his room for storage, but it 
hadn't worked. Beth had been gone on an errand and Aunt 
Jill had asked her for some help, and by the time she 
got back home Brian was already stuffing things into 
boxes. She HAD helped him do that, talking to him in a 
fascinating and pleasurable way as she handed him 
things. 

She had always thought of her brother as a pain in the 
butt, but she suddenly discovered he was really a 
pretty interesting guy. It made her even sadder about 
him going away. And trying to get him and Beth together 
during the rest of the week hadn't worked out either. 
Maybe that was why she had the dream. She was running 
out of time.

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

She got to Brian's door and paused. 

This was crazy! 

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

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

She shuddered and felt her stomach twist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmmmm yeah" he murmured, half asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing Lizzy?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Brian kissed his sister. And he found out she kissed 
completely different than either his aunt OR his 
mother. And her pussy felt different too. Most of the 
orgasms he gave his mother and aunt involved mashing 
their clitties. But he couldn't get that deep into Liz. 

It turned out it didn't matter, because Liz loved the 
feel of his cock sliding in and out of her tightly 
stretched pussy lips, which pulled her clitoral hood 
down enough that the top of his cock scraped her clit 
nicely. And, when the tip of his cock dug into the back 
of her pussy tube, she felt the most delicious kind of 
pain that wasn't really pain. 

It felt like pain, but she loved it. She loved the feel 
of his thighs sliding across hers, and of his chest 
sliding over her breasts. Most of all she loved hearing 
his breathing get faster, and louder, and knowing it 
was because of HER that he was so excited.

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

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

She nodded her head furiously, not trusting her voice. 
She winced as he pushed hard into her and then felt 
something hot bloom all around where it hurt. He backed 
up and pushed again and she felt something give way 
inside her as his cock sunk the rest of the way into 
her body. 

Now the heat was deeper inside her and she couldn't 
describe what it felt like because her pussy was 
spasming all around his cock and she was cumming. She'd 
cum on her fingers, and cum on several vegetables. 
She'd cum on her hairbrush handle and she'd cum from 
rubbing her jeans-clad pussy up against a saddle horn 
on a trail ride.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Liz looked at her cousin, whose doe eyes were glued on 
Brian as he played cards with the adults. Everybody in 
the family knew she was smitten with him, except Brian, 
of course. He still ruffled her hair and called her 
"Squirt". Boys were so stupid sometimes. Aunt Jill 
asked Beth to get her a glass of tea and Beth stood up. 

She stretched and Liz looked at her flat stomach. Liz 
closed her eyes and in a mental flash she saw THAT 
stomach swollen with a Thackery baby TOO! Yes! That was 
the answer! If TWO girls were pregnant with Brian's 
baby, that would almost guarantee the continuation of 
the Thackery line. And, if those two girls managed it 
right, and wore the right clothes, by the time the 
adults finally found out they were pregnant, it would 
be too late for them to stop the girls from having 
their babies. AND, since Brian would still be over 
there in that far away place when the babies were born, 
no one would take the babies away from them either. 

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

"Um... Beth?" prompted Liz.

Beth looked at her with a question in her eyes. 

"I wanted to talk to you about something"

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

"You like Brian... right?"

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

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

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

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

"What?" asked Beth carefully.

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

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

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

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

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

"On Grandma Harker's grave" prompted Liz.

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

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

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

"SHIT!" screamed Beth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Understand what?" asked Brian plaintively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It just sort of happened." she ended.

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Beth was stunned.

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

"That's crazy!" yelled Beth.

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

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

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

"Well?" asked Beth pointedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was.

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

"Can I come see you again tonight?"

Brian's eyes darted to his parents, who were leaving 
the room. Patty was also on the other side of the room, 
cleaning up empty pop cans and beer bottles.
"Um... sure. I guess so." Then he remembered who she'd 
been talking to all night. "Uh... what about Beth and 
Patty?"

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

"OK," he said.

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

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

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

There were kisses... long, passionate, wet kisses that 
sucked the breath out of them both and they panted as a 
result. Her hands pushed his head to her breasts, and 
he found her nipples by feel, sucking on both of them 
as she sighed and wiggled under him. Her legs were 
spread wide and he was so excited he couldn't wait. 

He crawled up over her, fisting his cock and fishing 
around with the tip in her swampy opening. He was about 
to shove it in her when he remembered that, until two 
nights ago, she was a virgin. And the two times they 
had done it since she had been very appreciative if he 
went slowly when he first went into her warm, willing 
pussy. It was that that caused him to enter her slowly, 
a little at a time, gently.

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

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

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

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

"Mmmmmm," was the feminine reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Patty snorted. "This was no accident."

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

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

He looked surprised.

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

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

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

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

Beth sat up. "My mother?"

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

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

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

Patty nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now Patty showed surprise. She turned to her sister. 
"YOU did it TOO?"
Liz colored up nicely, and just nodded her head.

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter Four


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

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

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

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

"We all?" said Liz archly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, I could see there being TWO girls... but not 
THREE." said Patty, as if that explained everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the end she watched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She slid in the door and closed it quietly behind her, 
leaning back against it. Even though she acted cool as 
a cucumber, Brian could tell she was... excited. First 
of all she was flushed clear down to the tops of her 
breasts, which were rising and falling rapidly. 

Secondly, her hands fluttered at her hips, as if she 
didn't quite know what to do with them. And her nipples 
were erect, sticking out as though they were trying to 
burst off of her flesh and bounce against the walls. 
Those nipples were darker than Brian would have 
expected. Liz's nipples and areolas were pink and pale, 
but Patty's were more toward maroon. Otherwise he could 
have been looking at Liz.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think it likes you." he joked.

Patty giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you Patty." he said soothingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mfph ng bfrt," she said again.

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

"mm mm," she said into her hand.

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

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

"MMMMNNNNGGGGGGG!" she moaned into her hand.

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

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

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

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

"So you want a baby?" he whispered.

Patty didn't actually understand the words and her 
"Uhhhhhhh," was actually part of the slide her emotions 
were making down from the peak of her orgasm.
Brian, though, heard assent. "I'm going to give you one 
Patty. I'm going to fuck you now and make a baby in 
your belly."

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

Brian pressed and his cock forced her virgin lips 
apart. Patty's hips did a wiggle and dance as she began 
to feel pain and automatically tried to avoid being 
speared. But all that did was adjust the angle of his 
attack until he was perfectly aligned with her sheath. 
All thoughts of being gentle were gone and Brian 
pressed forward as fast as his own foreskin could take. 

Her hymen stretched cruelly and then tore, and, as that 
minimal resistance disappeared, Brian's cock bored into 
her slippery channel, forcing the breath out of her 
that she might have screamed with. Just as the tip of 
his cock mushed into her cervix, his pubic hairs 
tangled with hers and his pubic bone flattened her 
clitoral bud.

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

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

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

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

Finally they matched a rhythm and he pounded her pussy 
in rapid jerky strokes that brought both of them to 
orgasmic bliss in less than a minute. Just as Brian 
felt the muscles in his back burning so much that he 
might have to stop, he felt his balls lurch and his 
prick swell. 

He dug the tip of his cock into Patty's cervix and held 
it there tightly as strong, healthy streams of his 
spunk painted his sister's fertile womb. Being pressed 
in like that brought Patty off too as her clitty was 
massaged and, for the first time in her life, she felt 
warm sperm being injected deep in her belly. She 
clutched her brother so hard that she thought she might 
break her bones.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for the next four days Private Brian Thackery knew what 
it felt like to be on the FBI's ten most wanted list. 
He was a hunted man. Everywhere he turned there was a 
nubile teenage female wanting to get naked with him and 
all three girls pulled him between their legs as often 
as they could manufacture a chance to do so. 

It was amazing how often one of the girls needed to go 
to Wal-Mart for some small thing, and demanded that 
Brian drive her there. When Nancy reminded Liz that she 
was perfectly capable of driving herself, Liz archly 
reminded her mother that Brian would be gone for a 
whole year, and that she wanted to spend as much time 
with him now as she could. So Nancy gave in, completely 
missing Brian's anguished look and the fact that he was 
beginning to look a little pale and walk a little 
funny. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sighed with relief when his butt hit the seat.

At last he could get some rest.


EPILOGUE:

Private First Class Brian Thackery comported himself 
honorably and bravely during the Turkey Shoot that was 
Operation Desert Storm. He never came under fire, 
though he was close enough to hear most of Saddam's 
army being crushed. When an M1 Abrahms main battle tank 
broke down after crossing the line into Iraq, he 
speeded to it's aid to provide security while it was 
repaired. 

Hours later, having effected repairs, and fuming at 
having been delayed while his brother tankers went on 
to expend copious amounts of sabot rounds into Iraqi 
tanks, Sergeant Cooper, the tank commander, shook 
Brian's hand. He then disappeared over a low hill to 
their front.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thus it was that PFC Brian Thackery, accompanied by 
Three hundred twenty-four fully armed Iraqi soldiers, 
approached the EPW collection center, manned by 
seventeen MPs belonging to the 615th MP Company. That 
they were not fired upon was only because Brian sent 
his partner ahead in the Hummer to let them know what 
was going on, while he walked with Major Habibi, who 
had spent four years at Cal Tech, studying Electrical 
Engineering. 

It was during that time that he learned Saddam had 
abandoned his forward forces, planting mine fields 
behind them so they couldn't retreat. They had not been 
resupplied with either water or food for over a month, 
and were starving. Before they arrived at the EPW 
collection point Habibi formally handed Brian his 
Makarov 9mm pistol and said "Thank you PFC Thackery. 
When do you think we'll be able to get something to 
eat?"

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

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

Well, he flew to Atlanta, and his father picked him up. 
His father was alone, which made Brian pretty sad. He 
had enjoyed many memories while he was off to war, and 
a majority of them involved Thackery women. He had 
written them a lot of letters, and had received a few 
in return, but had moved around so quickly that his 
mail rarely caught up with him. 

The few letters he did receive were along the lines of 
"Your sisters are doing fine in school, we miss you, 
come back safely" kinds of letters. And in none of them 
was he notified he was going to be a Daddy. And, while 
he had more or less forgotten the reasons for all that 
sex he'd gotten from the Thackery women, he remembered 
each sexual partner quite vividly. He had hoped to get 
to hug a few when he got off the plane.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"All this for nothing." he sighed sadly.

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

She went back to him and kissed him hungrily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You make good babies" said Tom grudgingly.

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

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

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

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

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

Doctor Phillip Stevens was one of five Obstetricians in 
Anniston, and had taken care of all of the Thackery 
women during their pregnancies. He had kept his mouth 
shut, and avoided asking certain questions, but his 
mind hadn't been idle. When the young man he knew as 
Brian showed up yet again at a Thackery birth - four 
out of the five - his suspicions overflowed, 
particularly since he had been the coach for all four 
women. 

Well, until Beth had asked for drugs, anyway. And the 
way the women all treated him made it fairly clear that 
he was very VERY dear to all of them. He knew that 
Brian was a sole surviving son, and that he was in the 
military and had been in the Gulf War. He remembered 
that none of the women had wanted to know the sex of 
their babies. He had heard the expression of temporary 
sadness as each of them were pronounced to be girls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't know, Doc." she said softly. "It's only ONE 
boy."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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