Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2013 14:15:14 +0100 (CET) From: Patrick Summers Subject: Frey Inseminated part 3 The first few weeks at Dad's were a bit awkward. Weston loved both of his babies a lot, but he had no idea how to take care of them. Neither did Frey for that matter, and since their Dad insisted on creating a structured day for them, sending them off to school as soon as Frey was healed enough, it was actually Ned that took care of the newborns. They'd named them Zac and Cody, much to their Dad's chagrin. "It doesn't really feel like their mine," Frey said one evening, watching Ned feed the babies one at a time. "I know they came out of me, and I love them a lot, but I wouldn't even know what to do if I were to look after them myself." Weston agreed wholeheartedly. They had been introduced to Ned the night of the birth. Their Dad's boyfriend had come to the hospital and had been so enthusiastically in love with their babies on first sight, that the two of them didn't even have a choice but like him as well. Dad had insisted on taking them home as soon as Frey had been declared well enough to leave the hospital, but it had been Ned that had made sure that their rooms were ready and that their things were brought over from the other house. Unsurprisingly, their Mom hadn't out up much of a fight. All in all, they liked it a lot, living at their Dad's. The only downside to it was that both Ned and Dad didn't like it when they did stuff together. Apparently they were too young to do that, and it wasn't right because they were brothers. Weston knew that there was no father named on the birth certificate for the twins, but since Frey was a Breeder, there would be no investigation, even though he was very much underage. "I just don't get it," Weston said to his brother, after they'd made each cum with their hands in one of the rare moments when they were left alone long enough. "Our bodies know that we're ready. Why shouldn't our heads be?" "Dunno," Frey answered, still playing with Weston's half-hard dick. "Wanna go again?" Weston nodded, urging his brother down, so that he'd get the hint and take him in his mouth. They didn't talk about anything for a while. * * * When Frey woke him in the middle of the night, about eight months after the birth of the twins, Weston knew right away what was going on. "Frey," he moaned, heat bursting in his groin as his dick filled and grew, the warm scent of fertility tickling his nose. "We shouldn't." "Quick," Frey murmured. He was stark naked and already trying to tear off Wes' PJ's. "We have to be quick, else Dad will stop us. Come on, Wes, please." "But, ohh," Weston gasped as his brother's hands freed him from his pants and Frey settled on top of him. "You'll get pregnant again. Oh, Frey!" "Yeah," Frey sighed, his eyes rolling as he forced his clenching, wet hole down his brother's hardness. "Want it. Want more babies. Oh, yes, fuck me, Wes, come on!" The pleasure was as exquisite as Weston remembered from that night almost two years ago. Velvety heat surrounded his throbbing dick and he was thrusting and pumping deep into Frey before he was even fully aware of it. They managed to do this at least once every week, but it never felt like it did now, when Frey was ready to conceive. "Yeah, yeah, fuck, Frey," he grunted, holding his brother's waist as he fought for more friction to ease the burning need rising in his balls. "Gonna cum, ahh, gonna cum!" He practically blew the tip of his cock off, he came so hard, filling Frey with his seed, dick throbbing in waves of burning pleasure. Frey followed him in orgasm, crying out and shooting untouched all over Weston's stomach and chest before slumping a little. For a while, they just breathed, enjoying the aftershocks of their forbidden pleasure. "What the hell is going on here!" Dad's bellow startled them from their post-coital lassitude and they jumped, separating in the process. Dad was standing in the doorway, breathing hard, his pajama pants tented crassly as his angered, aroused gaze rested on them. His heart beating wildly in his chest, Weston waited for the familiar spasms begin to take over his brother. If Frey got pregnant now, there was nothing their father could do about it. But nothing happened. "Wes," Frey mumbled tearfully, looking devastated. The sweet scent of fertility was still as thick as before and Weston felt drops of Frey's syrupy juices fall onto his softened groin. "Unh," Dad grunted, and suddenly he was right there next to them. "Smells so sweet. Makes me so hard, Frey, so fucking hard for you." Staring at Weston helplessly, Frey whimpered a little, his body responding to the heated words almost on his own. Things happened very quickly then. Even as Frey still kneeled over Weston, their Dad moved in with his hard, leaking cock at the ready. He was big, a lot bigger than Weston himself was and the flared mushroom head looked intimidating as it neared Frey's little hole. Recognizing the same need in his father that he'd felt only moments ago, Weston willed Frey to brace himself, even as he murmured a soft, "Slow and easy, Dad, yeah?" Their Dad grunted and pushed in. Throwing his head back, Frey screamed in pained pleasure as his Dad's big cock entered him. His stunned eyes found that of his brother and without thinking, Weston grabbed Frey's flailing hands, giving him something to lean against as their Dad began to hammer away at his son's fertile hole, spreading the boy's hole wide. "Uh, uh, uh," the older man grunted on every thrust. "Gonna make you pregnant. Fuck a baby in you, yeah, uh, yeah. Feel that, huh? Feel me going so deep, ohhhh, fuuuuck!" Of course, Weston couldn't see his Dad cum within Frey. But he saw his brother flinch several times as he was filled with a series of hard spurts and he heard his Dad's pleasured moans of fulfillment. For a few seconds, they hung there in suspension and then Frey squeaked in sudden pain. Not distracted by his own orgasm this time, Weston saw up-close the tremors begin as Frey's womb clenched in anticipation of the now-fertilized egg. It was a very erotic sight, one that appealed to every man on a primal level. There was nowhere Frey could go, wedged as he was between Weston and his Dad and so he just collapsed between them, totally boneless, and tried to curl around his hot and quivering belly as much as he could. When the spasms finally eased, there was no denying the contentment radiating from Frey. The expression on their Dad's face was a harsh contrast to that. He looked devastated, staring somewhere into the distance, not even reacting when Frey curled up on top of Weston, the movement dislodging the spent cock from inside of him. "I'm pretty sure it's Dad's," Frey said with a peaceful smile. He had gotten his wish, his belly full of a growing life again and he couldn't be happier. "I always wanted more children," Dad mumbled softly. He still sounded rough, like he couldn't believe what he'd just done, but there was hint of hope in his voice. Stretching like a contented cat, Frey showed off his still-flat belly. "I think the next one should be Ned's, though" he said, eyes on something neither Weston nor Dad could see. "I would like that," Ned said from the doorway. Weston craned his head so that he could see his stepdad. Ned had a twin in each arm and was looking at them with an amused and slightly exasperated smile. "Fools, all of you. And who do you think is going to take care of the new baby?" Frey chuckled. "You did a beautiful job last time, Neddy. You're a born Mom, I just like popping them out for you." "Jesus," Ned murmured, but walked over to them, and somehow, they all fit on Weston's narrow bed. * * * Frey gave birth to a girl shortly before his thirteenth birthday. It went smooth and easy, and even as he cried out in pain, straining to push the new baby out into the world, Frey seemed to be as happy as a clam. When the baby finally slid out, the doctor tried to place her on his belly, but Frey shook his head. "No, give her to her real father." With tears in his eyes, Ned took the squalling little bundle, showing her to Dad with all the joy of a three times over parent. * * * About a year after that, Frey got pregnant again. His womb was filled with Ned's seed that time, so that every sexually mature male in the house had at least one baby to call his own. Even as he held his twin brother and soothed him through the impregnation spasms, Weston grinned up at his Dad. "So, is it my turn again?" Both Dad and Ned groaned, even as Frey turned his head and smiled at Weston gently. "Yes," was what Frey whispered, even as a little bundle of cells formed another life in his prolific belly. He had just turned fourteen and had already given birth to three kids. He would have many more. * * * The End (I think.) Feedback is love (and sexy times)! :)