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Devi
Devi sucked at Sunil's cock hungrily, voraciously -- her own body aching with desire. She wasn't used to practicing restraint when it came to her sexual appetite, but she knew that she had to. This once. Just this once. Soon she would be able to fuck him properly. After all it was the law, yes? Devi smiled at the thought.
The sound of her brother's pleasure-filled moans as his hips rocked toward her mouth were like an aphrodisiac. Devi could feel his increasing need as her tongue massaged the bulging vein on the underside of his thick lund. She could taste the salty sweetness of his pre-cum and she yearned for more. As if in answer to her wish, she heard Sunil gasp. Now. She knew it would be now. His cock swelled and she felt the cum begin to bubble up his length, pulsing, throbbing and then finally exploding in her mouth. She murmured lasciviously while she swallowed every surging eruption of his hot jism. She sucked him until there was no more and even then she lapped up the offending drops that had escaped her ravenous mouth. Releasing him at last, Devi turned to her brother and grinned naughtily. "Was it good, little brother? Now it's my turn." |
Sunil
"Was it good, little brother? Now it's my turn."
He lays there, on the bed gasping as he has just run a marathon. Still, he has the strength to move aside as his well-stacked older sister sensuously slides onto the bed next to him, her flesh rippling with the effort. "Come here." She whispers, her arms extended... |
Raji
He licks his lips as he finds himself fondling his erecting tool.
Would she really fuck her little brother? He is not sure. So far, Devi has accepted everything that he had suggested including some BDSM. Never has he known a woman to enjoy doing different things. But this? Fucking Sunil? But what if she did? He continues to stroke himself as he thinks of the possibilities... |
Devi
Devi propped herself on Sunil's pillows and leaned back against the headboard. She wanted to fuck but knowing that they shouldn't yet she would wait. However, Devi would show her brother how to make her cum.
"Have you ever seen a choot? I mean a real one. Close enough to touch? To taste?" She chuckled naughtily, the look on Sunil's face giving her the answer to her question. "Scoot down. There's something I want you to see." Devi spread her legs and reached down, her fingers riffling through the nest of dark curls between her legs as she slowly parted her puffy outer lips to reveal what was hidden inside. |
Sunil
"See how wet I am? That is because of you, my little brother."
Looking down in between her legs, he watches as she spreads out the thick lips of her shiny cunt. His first ever cunt and the smell. Despite his recent cum, he can feel himself growing hard again. "You like?" She is asking him as if out of breath. He nods, looking back at her face. The way she is looking at him. A shiver runs down his spine. "Come here." She says, opening her arms. "Give your sister a big hug and kiss." Eagerly, he obliges, his naked body falling on top of hers as their mouths come together in a heated kiss. As their mouths duel and fight with each other, their hands exploring each others bodies, he can feel his fully erect cock trapped between them, pressing into her hot crotch. Without thought, he slowly lowers his body. Dragging the thick root down through her rough hair until he can feel the head pressing into something incredibly hot and wet. Their lips break apart and he hears Devi gasps his name as he pushes forward... |
Devi
"Suuunil!" Devi gasped as her brother's cock slipped into her slick cleft, its tip barely inside of her. She knew she should stop him (at least until after the examination), but she was too far gone.
Sunil's eyes were wide with surprise as the realization of what was happening began to register in his mind. "Oh, Devi!" he groaned, pressing into her sweetness. Afraid that she was pulling away when she shifted beneath him, Sunil lunged forward wildly, burying himself to the hilt. "Aiyee!" Devi cried out passionately, unable to restrain herself as the walls of her vagina spread to accommodate thick hardness. Heaven! It was heaven! She couldn't believe how close she was to cumming. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him on. "Ohh... Sunil... baby... fuck... me... hard... " each lust-filled word punctuated by a powerful thrust of of her younger brother's lund. |
Sunil
The boy groans as he feels the wet tightness envelope his lund. Never has he felt anything so good and already, he can feel himself swelling as he is about to cum.
"Ohh... Sunil... baby... fuck... me... hard... " Panting lustily, the boy obeys. Fucking into his sister with hard, fast strokes and he feels a strange sensation grip his loins. "Oohhhh!" He gasps as his body jerks out of control, his groin crashing into hers wildly. Soooo gooooddd!!!! Whimpering, he feels himself exploding and with one violent thrust, he buries himself completely, spraying his sister's insides with his heavy sperm... |
Raji
From the other side of the door, Raji listens to the cries coming out of Sunil's room. A smile on his face.
Back in the bedroom, he had wondered what had happened to his wife and with the thought of her and her brother being together, he had got up to investigated. He hadn't had to go very far. Now, as the sounds behind the door slowly die down, does he enter the room. |
Devi
They lay together gasping as the last traces of their orgasms begin to fade away. Devi hadn't meant for them to fuck, but now... She squeezed her muscles tight to clasp her brother's delicious lund. She felt him twitch in response and grinned. If this was any indication of what was in store for them, gods what he could do with a little practice!
"Well, well, well... " Sunil jerked away from Devi as the sound of her husband's voice broke the silence in the room. Oh shit! she thought. Now what? "Raji," she whispered, with a nervous half-smile. Devi didn't know what he would do, but somewhere in the back of her mind she couldn't help thinking of that commercial: Double your pleasure. Double your fun. |
Mark
The next morning...
"Penny for your thoughts?" "Huh?" Absentmindedly, Mark looks up to see his mother standing over him. "You are just sitting there in a world of your own. You haven't touched any of your breakfast." She points at his full plate of bacon and eggs. "Sorry, Mom." He says as he starts to tuck in. "Are you okay, sweetie?" She asks him, ruffling his hair. "Aw don't do that, Mom." He protests with a smile. Grinning his mother goes back to attend to the stove. His speed of consumption eases as his thoughts return to what had happened yesterday. Though he had found it embarrassing, he had also found it highly arousing that Sunil's sister had talked about his cock. Would she really want to see it? He so wishes she would. For the first time, he is proud of his size. Wondering how she would react to it. All women like big cocks, right? And his was really big. "Morning, sleepyhead!" Sounds a recognisable male voice. "Morning, Dad." Mark replies, seeing his dad sit down next to him. "Here's your breakfast, dear." His mother says, placing a plate full of food in front of his father before pecking him on his bald head... |
Janice Fleming
Janice had been pleased and relieved when she felt Jack climb into bed with her during the night. He hadn't been due home for two more days, but something had happened with one of the loads he had contracted for, cutting this run short.
She wondered if he knew what the governments were asking women to do. He hadn't said a word, but there hadn't been much conversation between them. Janice smiled at the memory of their love-making. It was the first thing they did when he came home and the last before he went over the road again. There was plenty of time for talk in between. The twins had already been fed, dressed and were on their way to school. It was Pat Kelly's day to drive and she had picked them up ten minutes ago. That left her with her oldest child and waiting for Jack to come down after taking his shower. Janice knew that she would have to speak to Mark about what was going on sooner or later. She and Jack would do it together once they discussed it themselves. But how was she going to broach it if he didn't know? Truth be told, the mere thought of it sickened her and she was nervous as all get out about what Jack would have to say. Well... what could he say? What could any of them say? "Morning, sleepyhead!" "Morning, dad." Janice turned, smiling at the exchange between her husband and their son. Setting her husband's breakfast down in front of him, she kissed the top of his head. He, in turn, grabbed a handful of her plump bottom and nuzzled playfully in her cleavage. "She's smothering me, Mark. Help!" "Right, dad. She hasn't killed you yet. That line's getting pretty old now." Janice grinned at Mark and winked. She couldn't help wondering if they would stay as close after... |
Mark
"She's smothering me, Mark. Help!"
The boy grins as he watches his father sink into his mother's large chest. "Right, Dad. She hasn't killed you yet. That line's getting pretty old now." He says, catching his mother's wink before going back to his breakfast. He is lucky he guess. He has parents that don't give him the grief like he hears from the other guys. Even the little brats are not that bad. Yeah, he hasn't got it bad at all. Then he remembers what Sunil was saying. Yeah, right. As if the government wants him to do it with his mom so that she could have babies? For a moment, he finds himself looking at her. Sure, she is a bit on the plump size but her boobs... Suddenly realising what he is doing, he looks away, his face flushing. What the fuck am I doing? That's mom! Ewwwww!!!! Besides if it was true, his mom would tell him, wouldn't she? "Okay, sport!" His dad is speaking to him. "I'll give you a lift to school." "Thanks, Dad." And a few minutes later, he is at the front door, in time to see his mother and father in another passionate clinch. "Ewwww! Gross, guys! You two are worst than the guys at school." He says with a smile. They are always like this when his dad comes home from a trip. "Hey!!!" Retorts his mom, "We are not that old. We are entitled to have fun." "Get the sandwiches done, hon. I will be back soon." His dad says, following the boy out. "What are you guys up to?" Mark asks his father as they start off. "Well it's a nice day and I thought your mother and I could spend some quality time together. I'm taking her up to the cove for a picnic." "Why rub it in why dontcha? I got boring school." The boy says humourously. He and his father are more like friends then father and son. Laughing, his father ruffles his hair... |
Sunil
"Sunil, you are okay with this, right?" It is after 9.30am, and Sunil is sitting with Raji on the sofa.
Is he okay with all this? Frankly, the boy's mind is still trying to adjust to what has happened in the last 24 hours. First his sister lets him fuck her. Then Raji joins in and the three of them had spent most of the night having an orgy. Wow! It had been a bit weird seeing his brother-in-law naked, but once he realised that all he was interested in was his sister, the boy had been cool about it. And for the first time ever has, he woken up without a major hardon. Still, Devi is still Raji's wife. Surely, he can't be happy with it. "Yeah." He replies. "I guess." His tone showing his hesitancy. Raji picks up on it. "You don't have to worry about me, kid." He smiles. "To be frank, your sister can be too much even for me. Besides, from what I saw last night, I can see why Devi likes the idea. She was always into big." Sunil blushes as the reference. He now knows he is thicker than his brother-in-law. "Okay, boys. Are you ready for more?" Both looking up, they see Devi come in wearing a sheer robe which does nothing to hide her plump body. "Already?" Groans her husband as she poses in front of them. Both Sunil and Raji are taking a "sicky" so that the three of them can explore their new relationship. "Well, you may not want to but I think Sunil does." She points at the boy's developing tent. |
Janice
Janice busied herself preparing a lunch for herself and Jack before going upstairs to shower and dress. Picnics together were something they had been doing since they were teens and had found a pine grove that was quite secluded even after all these years.
She smiled at her reflection as she brushed her hair and tied it up in a ponytail. The years hadn't been unkind to her, she thought. Sure, her full breasts weren't perky (as if they ever were) and her hips had spread, but she could still excite Jack -- and that was all that mattered. "Jan, I'm back! You ready?" "On my way!" she called back, smoothing down the sun dress she'd decided to wear. Easy access, as Jack would say. Grabbing a blanket from the linen closet, she hurried downstairs. He was standing with his back to her when she walked into the kitchen. Slipping her arms around his waist, she nuzzled his neck, whispering. "Hiya, big boy. Looking for a good time?" Jack turned to face her, his face pasty white. Alarmed, Janice quickly asked if he was all right. He didn't answer at first. Just held up the letter. The letter! Janice's stomach lurched as her husband began to speak. "I heard it on the news. I mean how could I not have? It's been all over the place. I just thought... I hoped... Don't take this the wrong way, baby. I hoped you were too old to be selected." Janice stood where she was, feeling kind of funny about the age comment. She knew he didn't mean it badly, but it stung all the same. He seemed to forget that it was the plague and his subsequent infertility that had halted them from having a larger family, not her inability to bear more children. There was no denying the fact that she, along with her friend Devi and women all over the world, would basically be whored out to their sons and brothers. Forced to reproduce for the good of humanity. Her stomach began to churn, but she fought back the bile that rose in her throat. "Some joke, isn't it?" There was no mistaking the irony in her voice as Jack stared helplessly into his wife's tear-filled eyes. She'd never been with any man except him and now... Now... Taking her in his arms, he kissed her forehead. "Everything is going to be all right, Jan. You'll see. The tests are when? Day after tomorrow? Maybe they'll find something wrong. Maybe you won't have to... " The thought of his wife with another man... let alone their son revolted him, and for a moment Jack Fleming wasn't sure if he felt sorrier for himself or his wife as a mixture of emotions ran through him. |
Mark
The day at school goes by as usual, except that Sunil isn't there. Mark wonders what has happened to him since he looked okay yesterday.
Getting the twins, he heads for homem popping around to see his friend but Raji, Sunil's brother-in-law, who answers the door and tells him that Sunil is in bed and cannot be disturbed. Strange! He could before! Leaving Raji to get dressed (obviously, he had just had a shower), he goes home. "Hi, guys! I'm home!" He shouts cheerfully... |
Raji
Closing the front door behind him, Raji goes back upstairs past his bedroom door, pausing for a moment to hear the noises coming from within.
"They are still at it!" Suddenly feeling tired, he carries on to take a much needed shower. |
Janice
Janice and Jack had gone on their picnic after all, though much of their usual eagerness at going to their own 'secret spot' was missing. They talked quietly while they walked hand-in-hand in the woods, returning to eat and talk some more.
Their lovemaking had been more bittersweet than passionate. If nothing else before tested their devotion to each other, this seemingly insurmountable issue that they had been presented almost certainly would. If they let it. Janice was adamantly opposed to the idea. It sickened her to even consider it. Jack was more understanding of the need, but he saw it as being between a rock and a hard place. Damned if she did, damned if she didn't. On the other hand, he knew he would have a problem reconciling the fact that his wife -- his only love -- would be having sex with another man. The fact that it would be their own son didn't help. Truth, Jack would almost rather it was a complete stranger. At least then he wouldn't have to face the man who shared his wife's body on a daily basis. Both were concerned that it would change the way they both interacted with Mark. Possibly destroying the framework of their family in the long run. "Hi, guys! I'm home!" and the twins' chorus of "Daddeeee!" heralded the arrival of their children. Janice and Jack looked at each other, knowing that he was going to have to speak to their son tonight and try to explain. They had agreed that Jack would have a father/son talk with Mark first and that she would join them afterwards to discuss the full implications of what the government expected them to do. Janice hugged her children tightly and excused herself to start making dinner. "Don't dawdle you two," she called out to Emily and Matthew. "Get those school clothes off and come get your snack and tell me about your day before you go outside to play." |
Mark
Having homework to do, Mark goes straight upstairs to his bedroom to work. He has never like Mathematics but the work has to be done. Unlike most of his peers, the boy did have a sensible attitude when it comes to his schoolwork which often brings a barrage of complaints from Sunil.
He still cannot figure out what has happened to his friend today or why Raji had acted so strangely. He also wonders what Sunil had told him is true too? No one at school had talked about it though that is not saying much. Because of his size and introvert nature, Mark has always been a loner with Sunil being his only real friend and contact (he has never told his mom this in case she would worry). Again, this will not have been the first time his friend has pulled his leg about something. What a perv! After a few hours, just in time for dinner, he has broken the back of his work. He has only another half hour to do and he has finished. He really does hates algebra. Stopping to rub his eyes, he hears a knock on the door... |
Jack Fleming
"Got a minute for your old dad?" Jack asked as he stuck his head in his son's door.
"Sure, dad. What's up?" "I thought we could talk a bit. You know. Man to man." "Umm... sure. Dad? Is this gonna be "the birds and the bees talk"? I'm not exactly a kid, you know. Or did you want me to explain some things?" Jack chuckled, feeling a little awkward. He and Janice had always been open about sex and sexuality with their son, so he was fairly certain Mark had a good understanding of what was involved. But this was going to be different. Very different. "You have some tips for me on how to pick up wimmin, do you?" "Yeah... right. I don't even have my own girl, dad. Besides, I think you're taken. Maybe she has a rich younger sister? We could double date." Mark grinned and winked at his father. "You know, dad. Come to think of it. I might just steal your girl and leave you to fend for yourself if you don't watch... " The look on his father's face made Mark stop mid-sentence. Something was wrong. Really wrong. "Dad? Is it mom? Is she all right?" Jack sat down on his son's bed. Leaning forward, he clasped his hands between his knees. This was going to be harder than he thought, but it was better that he be the one to tell their son what the government was going to require of him. Damn those fools who played with chemicals and created the plague! As it that wasn't bad enough. Now this! "Come here and sit, Mark." Jack nodded toward a spot on the bed beside him. "We really have to talk." "Umm... sure, dad. This isn't good, is it?" "Well. Not really. But it's not the end of the world either." Jack sighed. He couldn't believe he'd just said that. Of course it was the end of the world! That was the whole point of this travesty, wasn't it? "Have you ever had sex?" Jack just blurted it out. If he didn't start somewhere none of it would ever come out. "Daddddddd... " The macho part of Mark wanted to tell his father that he had, but he knew that there had to be a reason for his dad to ask in the first place. Maybe Sunil hadn't been pulling his leg? Oh, yeuk! Mark suddenly had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "I'll take that as a 'no'." Jack sat up and looked at his son's face. "You do understand the mechanics of it though, right?" "Geez!" Mark was really beginning to feel awkward. What in the world was going on with his father? He really wished he'd get to the point already. "The penis goes in the vagina. Is that what you mean?" "Erm... yes. And you know that when you... ejaculate... " Jack didn't want to play down the pleasures of sex, but this was not going to be for fun. Fuck! This was going to be sex with his wife -- their son's mother for gods sake! "Yeah yeah. The sperm finds and egg and fertilizes it. I know all that, dad. What the hell is this all about?" Just say it, dammit! Jack stood up and began to pace the room. "It's like this, Mark. When the plague broke out, all the men who were sexually mature at the time were made infertile. We shoot blanks. Get it?" He turned to look at his son. "Thing is, with no fertile men there won't be any new babies. See? And without new babies... no more people." "What does this have to do with me?" "No. Don't say anything til I'm finished. Please." Jack rubbed his hands over his balding pate and continued on. "If something isn't done to... Well, the point is that the worlds' population keeps decreasing and if we don't find a way to start reproducing... Look. There's no easy way to put this. Artificial insemination doesn't seem to work, so they are saying that only connately related people can produce a child. Fuck! They want you to have sex with your mother and make her pregnant!" |
Mark
"They want you to have sex with your mother and make her pregnant!"
His father's word cut into him, leaving the boy numb, his mind reeling. He is not sure what he is more shocked about. That his dad is talking about him 'doing it with his mom or that he had sworn. Feeling suddenly awkward being in his dad's presence, the two of them sit on his bed, completely silent. Both lost in their thoughts. To be honest, he has never thought of his mother in that way. Even when he found out about girls, his mom was always...well...'Mom'. Someone who always, when he was younger, made sure he ate his greens, always complained about him being dirty and especially made sure that she embarrassed him in front of whatever his friends he had. Even now, she is constantly telling him to tidy up his room and not to be home too late. He smiles to himself. She is just as bad with Dad. But the idea that his parents could still be 'doing it' makes him shiver in not a nice way. Until now, he had always figured that they were too old for that kind of thing. But obviously not, if they want him to have sex with his mom and make her pregnant??? "You all right, son?" His dad finally asks, breaking the silence. But the awkness is still there. The boy simply nods, unable to look up at his father... |
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Jack Fleming
Unsure of what else he could say, Jack moved toward the door and paused. Anything he said at this point was going to be half-hearted at best. He couldn't exactly cheer his son on by saying something like: It won't be so bad, your mom's a great fuck!
Jack Fleming groaned inwardly and walked back over to his son. Giving him a great bear hug, he ruffled the boy's hair and then held him at arm's length. "There's an appointment tomorrow morning at Central State Hospital. Both you and your mother have to go. Devi and Sunil as well." When Mark didn't say anything, Jack turned away pausing at the door again. "Mark?" "Yes, dad?" "Your mother and I love you very much." "I know, dad. I love you, too." Sighing, Jack left his son to ponder the realities of what he'd told him. Now he had to tell Janice that the deed was done -- at least this part. |
Mark
The boy sits there long after his father has gone, still trying to understand what has just happened.
Slowly, it sinks in, his face becoming paler by the moment. I am supposed do 'it' to Mom so she becomes pregnant! He is physically shaking now. He tries to visually picture them actually 'doing it' (he can't bring himself to say the 'f' word) but he can't. He remembers how he had reacted when Sunil remarked how big his mom's boobs were. He almost knocked his friend's block off. "It's Mom!" He says to himself. "I can't think of her 'like that'. She's my mom. You don't 'do it' with your own mom." He takes a gulp from his pepsi that he had already opened but it does not make him feel better. He can still feel the butterflies in his stomach. There is no way he can do this. But what about Mom and Dad? Will they get into trouble? Dejectedly, he looks at the floor. The boy doesn't know what to do. He is still like that when his mother calls him for dinner an hour later... |
Janice Fleming
Dinner seemed to last for ages. After several failed attempts at making conversation, Janice finally gave up. Mark kept his head lowered and rarely raised it, Jack only spoke in response to Matthew and Emily who seemed to rattle on incessantly. The innocence of youth.
Relieved that the ordeal was finally over, Janice bathed and put the little ones to bed. Mark had dashed for his room as soon as he was finished and Jack was watching the news on the television when she came back downstairs. Switching it off, he looked up and patted his lap. "C'mere and give us a cuddle." Janice climbed onto what had been her favorite perch for as long as she could remember, nestling her face against her husband's neck. Even so, she couldn't help wondering if simple pleasures like this would end once she and Mark... began. Still fighting back the bile that rose in her throat at the very thought of it, Janice feigned weariness and the need to take a shower. Jack promised to join her soon, though she was never sure if he did. Maybe she wasn't fertile. Perhaps there was a chance that and she and Mark were incompatible on a genetic level. She could always hope... and pray. Janice Fleming lay in her marriage bed alone until sleep finally claimed her just before dawn. |
Mark
In the large waiting hall of Central State Hospital's fertility clinic, Mark sits silently as he waits for his number to be called. His apprehension has grown since last night, after having a restless night and now he is feeling its affects.
He looks around the crowded hall, looking to see if Sunil and his sister are there (as his father had told him) but there are no sign of them. Maybe they have already been. "You sure you are alright?" His mother asks him what appears to be the umpteenth time. "Yeah." He replies solemnly, looking up at her. "You look a little peaky, dear." She says to him, her eyes scrunitizing his face. "Just a bit tired is all." He tells her. She gives him a nod and a loving smile, before pulling up her reading glasses (she is allergic to contact lens) and returns to her book. For a moment he looks at her and then his eyes dip and to his horror he finds he is looking at her full chest. Fucking pervert! Disgusted with himself, his face flushing, he quickly turns away. "Calling Number 759! Will Janice and Mark Fleming report to Examination Room 109! Calling Number 759! Will Janice and Mark Fleming report to Examination Room 109! Thank you."... |
Sunil
No sooner are they back from the hospital, the eager boy is grabbing at his sister.
"Sunil!" She protests before her mouth is swamped by his. His hands are all over her as he quickly pulls her coat off. "Sunil! The doctors said that I won't be fertile for another week." She gasps as she manages to break mouth contact. But the horny boy's response to mesh his mouth on hers again. |
"Calling Number 759! Will Janice and Mark Fleming report to Examination Room 109! Calling Number 759! Will Janice and Mark Fleming report to Examination Room 109! Thank you."
Janice rose hesitantly, though Mark practically jumped from his chair when they were called. Taking his hand, she squeezed it gently to reassure him but he didn't respond, pulling free of her instead. "Come on then" she said quietly, nudging her son to follow the nurse who had called their name. It hadn't even begun and her family was falling apart. There was always that chance... "This way, Mrs. Fleming. You must be Mark?" The nurse tried to sound cheery, but it had been a long few days dealing with more than reluctant patients sent to be examined for compatibility. Sometimes it was the older of the two, sometimes the younger. Sometimes... well there had been that Indian couple who had seemed more than eager. It took all kinds. As they entered the examination room, she directed them to get undressed. Both the boy and his mother looked at her in alarm. "No, no. There is a curtain to separate you. See?" As if to prove the fact, she pulled a divider between the two examination tables. "There. Now you'll find gowns to put on. The doctor will be in as soon as he looks over the forms you filled out when you arrived this morning. In the meantime, I will take your vital signs. Just give me a holler when you're ready." Janice undressed slowly, stopping to fold each item of clothing neatly as she removed it. She knew she didn't have a choice in this -- then again, neither did Mark. Putting on the gown they had provided, she sat up on the edge of the table and called out to the nurse. ************** Three hours later, mother and son began to feel as though they were human pincushions. They'd been stuck, poked, prodded, scanned and submitted to a variety of tests including a DNA sample. Just to be sure you are who you say you are, you understand is what they were told when she asked. Evidently some people had already tried to substitute a non-relative for the connately related partner. After being told to dress and return to the waiting room until their results were finalized, Mark appeared even more jittery than he had earlier. Janice tried to make small talk but found it difficult enough to staunch her growing nausea, so she sat silently. Waiting. And waiting some more. Mark fidgeted and paced for a while before returning to his seat where he eventually dozed off. When they were recalled, she touched her son's arm gently to wake him, nearly startling him out of his skin. "It's our turn again, love" Janice said quietly as she stood. "Doctor Sanchez will see you in here. Your results are all in." The forced smile on the nurse's face indicated what she already knew. "Hello again, Mrs. Fleming. Mark. Have a seat will you?" The doctor's face was completely devoid of expression. Maybe? Maybe we aren't compatible after all? Her hopes were short-lived however as the doctor began to speak. She only half-listened, catching one or two words, but their meaning was clear. "99.97% compatible... one of our highest results... definitely fertile... next five days... as much as possible... " He went on and on. Would the man never shut up? She wanted to get out of there. Go for a drive. She had to think. About anything. Anything but this "Do you have any questions, Mrs. Fleming? Mark?" Janice looked up at Dr. Sanchez and shook her head -- almost afraid to speak. "Here is a folder with further instructions and a FAQ that should answer any further questions you may have. Now go home and procreate!" Janice knew that it was a feeble attempt at humor to relieve the tension, but it was the final straw in a losing battle against the bile that had hovered dangerously in her throat. Looking around desperately for somewhere to vomit, she seized the wastepaper basket and was violently sick. |
Mark
It takes half an hour before his mother stops vomiting and another half an hour after that before the doctor tells him to take her home. Luckily, since the hospital is only local, they have only a short distance to walk.
Back at the house, his mother excuses herself, telling him that she was going to lie down for a while. That 'while' becomes the rest of the morning and afternoon, with him going upstairs to check on her. His mother is still in bed when the twins come home from school. Doing his best, the boy makes some jam sandwiches for the twins and then wait for his father to come home... |
Jack Fleming
"I'm home! Where is everyone?" Hanging his jacket in the hall closet, Jack walked into the living room.
"I'm here, dad. The little ones are in bed and mom... " Mark seemed a little reluctant to mention his mother, a fact not lost on Jack. He walked over to his son and hugged him. "Thanks, Champ. I owe you one for today. How bout a ball game on the weekend? Just us guys." "Okay, dad. Whatever." "Whatever?" Jack gave an inward sigh. There was a time not so long ago that Mark would have been enthusiastic about getting away from the "girls". He couldn't help wondering if those days were lost forever. "Sorry, dad. Was just concentrating on this movie," Mark offered as a quick excuse that didn't fool either of them. "Okay then. I need to get a shower and check on our girl." The words our girl caught in Jack Fleming's craw. They had taken on a different meaning in the truest sense of the word and he would have given anything to take them back when he saw the look on Mark's face. Embarrassed, Jack cleared his throat and went upstairs to check on Janice. The bedroom was dark as he entered, just a glimmer of light from the streetlamp outside creeping through a chink in the curtains. "Honey?" he whispered just in case. "Are you awake?" "Uh huh." Jack moved to his wife's side of the bed and sat down, rubbing her arm. "You okay?" Janice hesitated, loath to bring up the unasked question that hung unspoken between them. "Ohh... Jack... " She melted into her husband's arms as he scooped her up, her body wracked by sobs. "They... I... we... " "There there, love. It will be okay. It's not like we didn't expect this -- even if it isn't what we would have liked. I love you, Janice. With all of my heart. Nothing and no one will ever change that." Jack tried to sound braver than he was, knowing that she needed soothing and reassurance. They didn't have any other choice. |
Mark
The rest of the evening, Mark is left alone to watch the telly. The twins in bed and his father staying upstairs with his mother.
Taking a sip from his pepsi, the boy is hardly aware of what he is watching as his mind goes over what has happened today. He is still feeling sore after what they did to him at the hospital. He shivers at the memory. He wouldn't want to go through that again. Not only that, he still remembers the look on the nurse's face when she first saw his dick. Though she didn't say anything to him, he did catch her opening her mouth in surprise. It had made him feel funny. Finally, the events of the day overtakes him and he drifts off to sleep in the chair... |
Mark
"Wake up, sleepy head!"
"Huh?" Drowsely, Mark finds himself being shaken by his father. "Time for bed. It's almost midnight." His father tells him. Still half asleep, he looks over at the television and finds it has already been switched off. Must be late! "'Kay, Dad. Goodnight." He says as he gets up to go to bed. "You okay, Mark?" His father asks him. Okay? He thinks to himself, his mind still sluggish. "About what you and your mom will have to do?" Oh! He had almost forgotten. "I guess." He says, pausing. He is not sure how he feels nor does he really want to talk about it. Not now. Not with his dad. "You know that your mother and I really love you, don't you?" The boy nods. "I know this is tough for you. Hell. It is tough for all of us." He hears the small chuckle but somehow he doesn't think his dad finds it funny. He doesn't. "But it has to be done." His father continues. "We have no choice." "Yeah. I understand, Dad." Though he is not sure if he does. "Anyway, Mark." There is a pause. "Your mother and I feel that the two of you should get...erm...started tomorrow. So you won't be going to school." Tomorrow? "Erm...okay, Dad." He says. For a few minutes, they just stand there, quiet, not saying anything. In the end, his father says 'goodnight' The boy goes upstairs to bed and a sleepless night... |
Janice
As her crying abated, Jack suggested she go wash her face while he made her a cup of tea. Janice dragged herself from the bed with effort and walked the few steps to the master bath.
She barely recognized the face that stared back at her from the mirror. Swollen, blotchy and tear-streaked, it was a grotesque parody of the Janice Fleming who had stood here a few days ago. There was no sparkle in her eyes, no roses in her cheeks -- her hair was dull and lackluster, reminding her of the time when she had let her family down before. When Jack had been ill with the plague. "No!" Furious with herself, she turned the water on and began to scrub. Finally brushing her hair, she winced as it caught in the tangles. But that was all right -- pain was good right now. It made her alert and forced her to do what she needed to do. Janice might not like the situation, but it was up to her to make it successful and to keep her family from falling apart because of it. "Janice?" "In the bathroom, Jack. Be right out." She looked in the mirror again. Her reflection wasn't the best, but it was certainly better than a few minutes ago. Appearance was everything at this point -- no matter how she felt. Jack looked up as she came back into the bedroom. "You look a lot better, Jan. The kids are in bed. Mark, too." He added the last as an afterthought, separating Mark from the twins in a way he had never done before. Mark was eighteen after all. A man for all intents and purposes, especially with the task set before him now. He struggled to keep the thought from his mind, but it was impossible. Janice had picked up a folder from the dresser and handed it to him silently before sitting down on the edge of the bed. "What's this?" Jack asked as he opened it up. "Oh." Janice nodded in agreement as her husband riffled through the sheets inside. It was basically an instruction manual dealing with what could and might and probably would go wrong and what to do to remedy all of those things. "As you can see, Mark and I were deemed... compatible." Janice said quietly. "I suppose we should have... today... you know... but I just couldn't, Jack. I just couldn't, dammit!" Jack slipped his arm around his wife. "Let me take a look at this for a sec, Jan. I'll make sense of it and we'll work it all out. Everything is going to be okay. It's your duty. Our duty. Like it or not, we don't have any choice here. The decision was made for us." She smiled at her husband, though it didn't extend to her eyes. How easy it was for him to say our when it really had nothing to do with him. Just her. And Mark. Their son. No, that wasn't fair either. It did affect Jack as well. Please God, let everything be all right, she prayed silently. It would be all over as soon as she was pregnant. And they said she was especially fertile right now. All it would take would be one time, maybe two. She had gotten pregnant quickly with Jack. Okay, maybe three times at most. It was the best she could hope for. |
Sunil
Sunil is looking forward to a sleepless night as he lays in his bed. Soon his sister will be coming to say 'goodnight'.
He grins to himself as his hand plays with his stiffened tool. |
Janice
She watched Jack riffle through the pages in the folder, his silence was almost alarming in its intensity. Jan realized that she had been selfish in thinking this wouldn't affect him and reached out to caress her husband's face causing him to flinch.
"I'm... Gods, Jan. I was... concentrating," Jack stammered to cover his embarrassment, but it didn't fool her at all. He hated what was about to happen. Maybe even more than she did. "It's okay, Jack. I understand," she replied, giving him a peck on the cheek as she picked up the folder from the bed where he had dropped it. "I suppose I really should be the one looking at this, huh? We can talk about it when I'm finished if you like." Opening it for the first time on her own, she glanced down the index to see what it covered. The first mini chapters dealt with the plague and it's aftermath, followed by the need for procreation and a lot of other scientific mumbo jumbo that was moot in her opinion. Then, of course, there was the obligatory "how-to". Janice sighed. Of course it was more than possible that some of the couples had never been sexual with anyone. "Insert Tab A into Slot B," she laughed ironically. Janice had never had sex that didn't involve love-making. This made it all sound so 'clinical'. Maybe that's what she needed to do. Look at it from a clinical standpoint rather than a personal one. "I know, Jan. I saw that part, too" Jack said resignedly. "Maybe it's the next part that you need... " His voice trailed off as he saw that his wife was already there -- Getting Your Partner Aroused. "If it's any consolation... Mark knows... the basics." Seeing the look on Jan's face, Jack regretted the words as soon as they came out. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her, but she was as rigid as a flag pole. Jack couldn't remember a time in their lives when she had not responded to a hug. There would be a lot more changes in their lives. A lot more. It was almost dawn by the time Janice finished reading. Jack had dozed off hours ago. She closed the folder and set it on the nightstand before turning off the lamp. How simple this would all be depended on Mark and his willingness -- or not, she realized as she read. There were a few things that she had noted in the final chapters and planned to have Jack pick them up for her in the morning -- just in case. Praying for strength to get them all through this, sleep finally claimed her moments before the alarm went off. "Sleep a bit, Jan" Jack murmured as he stretched and sat up. "I'll get the twins ready and fed and off to school." Janice nodded groggily and murmured, "Thanks, love. There's a list to get by the lamp." "Sure. What are... " Jack started to ask but Janice had already fallen back to sleep. |
Mark
Off school again, Mark spends the next morning running errands before his father suggests he should take the dog out for a walk. Puzzled, the boy obeys, happy to have another reason to get out of the house.
"Take your time. Just be back for lunch, okay sport?" His father calls out. Going to the nearby woods, he soon finds himself lost in thought as he strolls along. He is confused. He thought that he is taking time off school so that he can 'do it' with his mom and get her pregnant. (Again, he feels that strange shiver at the thought.) But how come they are giving him all these things to do to get him out of the house? Having no idea and not wishing to dwell on the subject, he tries his best to enjoy his walk but time and time again, his mind comes back to the subject. Eventually, the time reaches 12.30 and slowly he heads for home. Even so, he reaches the front door before 1... |
Janice Fleming
Jack had let her sleep, getting the little ones off to school and sending Mark on a series of errands so that she could prepare herself for their first... encounter.
They sat in silence over coffee as time passed until their son's return. Slowly... much too slowly. No words would lessen the trepidation that they were both feeling and would simply sound like just so many trite platitudes -- and so they didn't even try. Janice knew that she should 'get ready' and finally excused herself, kissing Jack on top of his head and holding him close as if for assurance. His more than hers. She knew what needed doing and was at least resigned if not accepting of that fact. Once back in her bedroom, Jan showered and put on the gown that had been provided. It was cotton and long-sleeved, despite the summer heat, and would give Mark... access, without being revealing. This wasn't about love-making after all. It was about copulating. Procreating. Doing the deed and getting the desired result as soon as possible. She was sitting on the edge of the bed brushing her hair when she heard the quiet knock on the bedroom door. She hadn't closed it all the way, thinking that he might not feel so awkward if it were slightly ajar. "M-m-mom?" "Come in, Mark" Janice answered, fighting to keep her own voice from cracking as his had. She had lowered the bedcovers earlier, and now she patted the empty spot that belonged to her husband while forcing an encouraging smile to her face. Jan watched her son approach the bed slowly as she leaned back against the pillows. He was wearing the hospital gown that they had provided him with as well. A sort of johnnycoat, open in the back but tied. It would give freedom of movement without skin-to-skin contact for those couples who were uncomfortable with that, the FAQ had said. Jan almost laughed aloud at the irony -- who in their right minds could possibly be? She felt him climb onto the bed, not daring to look at his face just yet. "Pull the covers up, lovey" she whispered as she held out her hand and spread her legs for her son to position himself. |
Mark
His father is waiting for him and tells him that his mother is waiting for him upstairs and that he is to shower and change.
Change into what? He gets his answer when he returns to his bedroom and finds a hospital gown laid out on the bed. Hesitantly, he changes into it. He is standing in the middle of his room looking at himself when there is a knock on the door. "Mark, it's your dad. Can I come in?" Mark looks at the door. "E-erm. Yeah, Dad." The door opens and his father walks in. "I see you have found the robe then." "Y-yeah." He says, unable to look his father in the eye who must have noticed since he asks: "Hey, sport. Look at me." Slowly, he obeys. "Look, Mark. There is nothing to be ashamed of. You are doing nothing wrong." His father smiles at him. "B-but I am supposed to do..do...do it with Mom. That is not right." The boy can feel his face flushing again. "I know, sport, and believe me, neither me or your mother want this either but we are doing this for a good cause, for our country." "But, Dad. This is..." His father cuts him off. "I know, Mark." The older man pulls back looks at his son eye to eye. "Look. We have already discussed this. If you really don't want to do this then you don't have to. We will tell the Authorities that your mom and I couldn't go through with it." "But won't you get into trouble if we don't do it?" His father smiles. "To be honest, I don't know. We could be. But we don't want you hurt. You are our boy and we want to protect you." The man comes over and hugs his boy. "I love you, Dad." "I love you, Mark." The boy makes his mind up. "I will do it, Dad." "You sure?" "Yeah." He says, standing erect. "Okay." The father kisses the boy on forehead. "You had better go before all of us change our minds. Your mom is waiting for you in our bedroom." The boy nods and moves towards the door. Leaving his room, he slowly makes for his parents' bedroom door. Standing outside, he takes a deep breath and knocks. The door slowly swings open. "M-m-mom?" "Come in, Mark" His mother's voice tells him. Stepping in, he sees that she is also wearing some sort of robe and is alreadying lying on the bed, the covers down. Smiling, she pats the spot next to her. Slowly, with her watching him, he goes over and climbs onto the bed. "Pull the covers up, lovey" Her voice is quieter now and he finds himself swallowing as she slowly parts her legs. Now physically shaking, he fumbles with the duvet before pulling it over them. Not knowing what to do next, he just lays next to her... |
Janice
Janice could feel her son trembling as he lay beside her. How incredibly selfish she'd been with her feelings! It just hadn't occurred to her how much this really would affect Mark. Well, she had considered it but not to the same extent as she had thought about herself. She'd been just too busy wallowing in her own self pity.
"It's okay, Mark" she said softly as she turned on her side to caress his face. Jan tried to smile brightly -- she didn't want Mark to think that she was repulsed by him. It had nothing to do with him. It had everything to do with what the governments of the world were requiring them to do. Janice needed to help Mark get started. The sooner they started, the sooner it would all be over with. She moved her hand from her son's face to his arm and gave him a slight tug. "Over here." The look on his face almost brought tears to her eyes, but Jan fought to hold them back as she helped her son to position himself between her legs. Finally, he was sort of half laying/half propped over her and she waited. And waited. It took her a few minutes to realize that Mark wasn't moving! In fact, Mark wasn't doing anything at all! Just hovering over her with his eyes closed and shaking. Jack was supposed to talk to him! He had promised that he would. It was with a sickening feeling that Janice realized that her son didn't know what he was supposed to do at all. She should have taken the time to talk to him herself, but she had thought it would be easier man-to-man. Okay. What was she supposed to do now? What should she do? Janice thought back to the love-making sessions she'd had with her husband over the years. It always started with touching and kissing -- but this wasn't love-making, was it? This was just plain mating. Placing her hands on either side of her son's face, she pulled him close and kissed his forehead. "Let me... help you," she whispered as she closed her eyes and reached down between them. Jan struggled not to shudder when her fingertips grazed against Mark's penis. Closing her hand around it, she shifted to make herself more accessible. Sweet heavens! He wasn't even hard! Now what? God in heavens! Now what??? |
Mark
Dazed and confused at what is going on, what he and his mother is trying to do, he obeys her directions. Not even thinking about the fact that he is then between his mother's legs.
It is only when something first touches and then grabs his penis that he suddenly comes back to his senses. Realising what is holding him causes him to jump out of the bed and flee the room. Behind him, he hears his mother call out for him as he scoots off to his room. Once inside, he leans against the bedroom door, his eyes closed, his body shaking as his mind reliving what had just happened. He can still feel her hand touching him. The first woman to touch him there! He gasps as he feels a stabbing sensation in his groin. Looking down, he sees a large bulge growing under his gown. Even as the shame burns fiercely in his cheeks, he feels himself getting ever riper, the gown raising up in front of him. "Mark? Can I come in?" It is his mother, on the other side of the door... |
Janice
Janice slipped on her robe and followed her son to his room. She knocked quietly and called out, unsure what she would say if he let her in, but she knew she had to make everything right again. She wouldn't have her son traumatized by having to do this. She didn't care if it was the law or not -- there had to be exceptions to every case.
"Mark?" She called a second time before opening the door. His back was to her and she walked up behind him, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Look, Mark. I understand how you feel. It's not unusual under the circumstances for you not to have gotten an erection. It's okay. It happens. I'm not sure I would want to have sex with my parent either -- no matter what the circumstances." "Sweetie? It's okay. Please talk to me? I will phone the hospital and tell them that we just can't do this. I will tell them that it's my fault. That I can't go through with it. Your father will back me up and we will deal with whatever happens when it happens." "Mark?" Janice waited for him to say something. Anything. When he didn't, she took her son by the shoulders and gently turned him around to face her. |
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