Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 18:14:13 -0400
From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com>
Subject: Sharin 14

Sharin'
Chapter Fourteen ______________ and ______________

	Sharon finished her freshman year in May with a four point and a
"positive" stripe on her early pregnancy test.
	Anita and Grace wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl so they
could begin shopping for baby clothes and accessories.  Grace seldom
made her boys wear hand-me-downs because she wanted each of them to
feel they were special and insisted Sharon's first-born shouldn't wear
them either.
	Sharon and Lance, however, chose not to be told the baby's
gender--which was the worst kind of torture imaginable for the two
future grandmothers.  Being their first, Lance and Sharon wanted it to
be a surprise.  Randy, always the most eager one to unwrap gifts at
Christmas, surprisingly supported their decision wholeheartedly.
	The first trimester was during the spring and early summer and
was relatively uneventful.  In August, Sharon complained that fetal
activity was keeping her awake at night but she refused to forego her
education.  Much to Lance's pleasure, Dr. Baker, Sharon's OB-GYN,
agreed to let her continue classes with the stipulation that he saw her
every two weeks instead of the normal once a month.  That meant Sharon
was home every other weekend.
	Because she had to study and the Campbell's place was too
"active" with five younger brothers still living there, Randy moved
down to the family room to make room for Sharon in HIS--and Lance's--
room.  As a consolation prize, Sharon asked Randy if he would like to
bathe her when she was at home.
	Randy loved waiting on her in any way possible.  While Lance sat
on the toilet seat and watched, fourteen-year-old Randy washed her back,
breasts, arms, belly, legs and feet.  Lance and Randy would help her
stand and she would shower off the soap and shampoo her hair.  After
stretching out on Randy's borrowed bed, Randy would rub her belly in
cocoa butter to ward off unsightly stretch marks.  But that was only
every other weekend.
	Both Lance and Randy got enormous joy from feeling the baby kick
and would sit quietly for hours, while Sharon studied, with their
hands pressed against her belly--just waiting for the next kick.  Even
Geoff touched her from time to time when he saw the baby was being
unusually active.
	Lance offered to find a cheap apartment near campus so he could
rub her belly in cocoa butter every night but she declined the offer.
She knew she had to study and knew he would be a major distraction.
Randy, for his part, offered to drop out of school because eighth grade
was, as he put it, "Lame!"  Geoff thought about taking six months off
work to watch after her but never voiced that thought to anyone--mainly
because he never offered to do that when Anita was pregnant.
	By Halloween, Sharon was too big to drive and Geoff drove up to
campus in the van to get her whenever she was scheduled to come home.
By Thanksgiving, after Randy turned fifteen, she was more comfortable
riding in the back so, more often than not, Lance or Randy rode with
Geoff to act as "human side-impact airbags" on the ride back.
	A week before Lance's nineteenth birthday, Lance and Sharon got
some alone time because the rest of the family was out Christmas
shopping.
	"You know," Lance said, rubbing his wife's belly, "When I first
met you, I had no idea you were into all this ... stuff."
	"Stuff?"
	In a whisper, like he didn't want his unborn baby to hear, Lance
itemized, "Incest, sharing sex, and the ... kinky stuff."
	"Bondage, discipline, humiliation?" Sharon asked.
	"Yeah.  It was like every time I turned around, you were
throwing me another curve."
	"You sorry you married me?" Sharon asked playfully.
	"No!  I mean ... nobody I know has as exciting a life as I do
... thanks to you."
	"I'll take that as a compliment."
	"It is!  You turned me into a ... a ... sexual ..."
	"I didn't turn you into ANYthing."
	"Yes you did.  I'd never have ..."
	"When we met, I saw potential in you.  I'd dated a lot of guys
but none of them had that ... smoldering ember for lust that you had.
They wanted sex for sex sake.  I could tell, you wanted sex to be an
adventure!"
	"I'm not so sure about THAT," Lance disagreed bashfully.
	"Your ambition to learn about all there was to know about sex
was there.  I only needed to kindle the flame.  You're the one who
made it roar!"
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"Well, you're the one who asked me about homosexuality."
	"Only after Randy asked me to ... explain some strange things."
	"They weren't strange.  He needed to know things.  You were the
one person he could trust.  To him, Geoff was too old-fashioned to
know about 'modern' guy problems.  Of course, at the time, we didn't
know Tommy was the instigator."
	"True, but Randy swears HE was the one who brought up the idea
of blowjobs to Tommy.  I mean, before you ever ... offered ... uh,
agreed to blow Randy."
	"That's another thing.  You're the one who asked me if I knew
anyone willing to educate Randy on THAT subject."
	"I didn't mean YOU!  I was thinking ..."
	"You were thinking I'd be willing and you know it."
	"Well," Lance said shyly, "you HAD been talking about how cute
he was and how he was growin' up so fast and all.  If I didn't know
better, I'd have sworn you were ready to dump me for him!"
	"I had enough cock at home to keep me faithful to you," Sharon
argued.
	"But I didn't know that at the time."
	"That's true ... it wasn't until you brought up the subject of
fuckin' your mom."
	"No, I didn't.   Toby did, remember?  He said Mom was a MILF.  I
just wanted to know if you knew anyone ... our age ... who ... fucked
older women.  I NEVER expected you to tell me your whole family was
into it."	"Well, I didn't blurt it out quite like that.  I kinda
eased into it."	"Yeah, that 'friend of a friend' thing ... only the
friend was your brother and the other friend was your other brother."
	"But I didn't tell ya about that until after you asked if girls
our age wanted to fuck older guys as much as guys go for MILF."
	"When you told me you thought Dad was a hunk, I thought you were
just humoring me, so I wouldn't feel weird talking about MILF or that
you were, maybe, trying to make me jealous or something."
	"That's why I decided on the 'football fouls' weekend."
	"God!  I thought Dad was gonna have a coronary!"
	"Me, too," Sharon confessed.
	"You wanted me to get used to incest among my own family before
you sprung the Campbell Clan secret on me, huh?"
	"You gotta admit, you weren't quite as shocked when I told you
after you had indulged a little on your own.  In fact, Randy actually
helped a lot by bringing home questions for you.  It helped ME educate
YOU."  Sharon rubbed her belly.  "I swear it feels like the baby's
doing summersaults."
	Gently laying his hand on her naked belly, Lance said, "Well, at
the time, I was already considering you as family, so yeah, everything
you were doing with Mom, Dad and Randy was ... like incest to me."
	"And the stuff I made Randy do to the three of you," Sharon
said.
	"I couldn't believe you got Randy to fuck Mom," Lance said.  "I
was so mad you let him do her first.  But now I realize why you did
it."
	"Why's that?"
	"'Cuz he would have been too intimidated by my ... ability ... I
 mean, I'd fucked girls before ... so he would have felt so ..."
	"First-timer?"
	"Yeah.  Well he was but ... yeah, I guess there's always gotta
be a first time," Lance said foolishly.
	"I made him go first so he would know what it felt like to fuck
a girl, just in case he was bisexual.  And what better opportunity
than in the arms of a loving and caring mom?  He was in a safe place
doing it for the first time with someone who wouldn't make fun of
him."
	"Yeah, my first time was clumsy and awkward ... and those two
words describe the BEST part of what happened that night! You're
right, every guy should have an opportunity like that."
	"Or with a sister, a cousin ... or a best friend."
	"I don't know about that best friend idea.  I mean, all this
cost me my friendship with Derek.  Four years ago, we were
inseparable.  Randy told me later that he felt left out whenever Derek
was around.  Then one day, we just ... stopped being best friends."
	"Derek was YOUR best friend," Sharon said, "not the other way
around."
	"Whaddya mean?"
	"He had lots of other friends but you were more willing to feed
his ego than the others.  You praised him.  You deferred to him.
Anything HE wanted to do, YOU wanted to do."
	"Yeah, I remember, we were all going camping but he wanted to
stay home and learn the deaf alphabet."
	"Alphabet for the deaf," Sharon corrected.  "And that was
because he wanted to score points with that cute exchange student ...
who was deaf.  Like I said, if you had something planned and he wanted
to do something else, you'd break YOUR plans."
	"Until I met you."
	"Exactly.  When you started to pay more attention to me than
him, Derek moved on.  He needed his ego fed."
	"So it wasn't because ..." Lance hesitated.
	"Because what?"
	"I just thought Derek could tell I was ... you know, doing queer
things ... with Randy ... and Dad."
	"Derek was long gone before you ever did anything with them.  I
mean, it was almost a year before I make you lick either of their
dicks.  Maybe some of your own cum off my tits but ... Randy was doin'
all the queer stuff.  Personally, I think I took it pretty easy on
you."
	"Yeah, I guess you're right.  I just thought ... like it showed
or I walked differently or talked ..."
	"No, you were the same.  Derek just needed more than you were
willing to give."
	"No big loss, I guess."
	"Not from what I hear," Sharon said, holding up her little
finger, adding, "Hard!"
	"No way!"
	"According to his girlfriend."
	"No way!  He's as small hard as he is soft?" Lance argued.
	"Probably why he has such an ego problem."
	"Are you saying he's making up in ego what he lacks in dick?"
	"A lot of guys do," Sharon said knowingly.  "You know Mr.
Richardson?"
	"The History teacher?  Yeah.  He drives that Corvette."
	"Little dick.  Makes up for it by driving an expensive car."
	"But ..."
	"Any time you see something that incongruous, they're hiding
something ... like an old man in a young guy's car."
	"You didn't have Richardson for History.  You had Ol' Witch
Hazel ... what's-her-name."
	"So?"
	"So how do you know he's got a little dick?"
	"First of all, I never put out for good grades."
	"You never HAD to."
	"But one of my brothers brought him home ... Devon, I think.
They didn't know I was home and I saw Richardson walking back from the
bathroom."  Sharon held her finger and thumb about two inches apart.
	"Hard?"
	"Just going down after a post-orgasm piss."
	"Wow!"
	"Even so, Devon said he was great sex."
	"Yeah, I know," Lance said like it was a mantra he had heard a
lot when he was growing up, "dick size has nothing to do with talent."
	"Lance?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Call Randy and tell him to meet us at the hospital."
	"Why?" Lance asked, clueless.  Then, just as suddenly, "Oh shit!
You're having the baby!"
	"I'm having contractions," Sharon corrected.  "It might be hours
before I have the baby."
	"I'll get your bag."
	"Call Randy."
	"No, I'll get the keys.  Where's the keys?"
	Sharon picked up the cell phone and said, "I'll call once were
in the car."  As she slipped on a pair of maternity pants and top she
said, "The extra set of keys are in the bag where your dad put them.
The bag is in the hall closet.  The closet is by the front door.
Don't leave without me."
	With each instruction, Lance darted like a marionette on a
string--ultimately staying in one place until she was finished.  Then
he moved mechanically toward the closet.
	"And open the car door!" Sharon called after her husband.  She
was glad to see he was excited about having the baby.  'So many men
dread it,' she thought.  'But I know I'm lucky.  I have a dozen men
and boys willing to take over if anyone loses interest ... and Lance
might, once the reality sets in.'  Sharon waddled toward the door
just as Lance returned to help her.
	Grabbing the phone from her, Lance shouted,  "Angel, meet us at
the hospital.  We're having the baby!"
	"You have to dial, first," Sharon said.  "Wait till he answers.
 Do not and I mean DO NOT leave a message."
	"Heaven-Lo," Randy sang sweetly.
	Having never heard his brother answer his phone that way stopped
Lance dead in his tracks.  "Dude!  What the fuck was that?"
	"I don't like HELL-o so I'm opting to invent a more optimistic
way to answer a phone.  And since you call me Angel and there aren't
any angels in Hell, I thought ..."
	"Later!"
	"Aaagh!" Sharon shouted.
	"Labor.  Hospital.  Now!" Lance said clicking the phone shut as
he held Sharon to keep her from falling.
	"Ah shit!" Sharon groused.
	"Babe!  You just peed your pants," Lance said looking at her
pants darken with a wet stain.
	"My water broke.  I gotta change."
	"You gotta get to the hospital."
	"But the car seat."
	"Fuck the car seat!  Get in!"
	After she got in and the contraction eased, Sharon asked, "What
fun do you get out of fucking a car seat?"
	As Lance slid into the passenger seat and backed out he asked,
distractedly, "Huh?"
	"I mention 'car seat' and you say 'fuck it.'  What pleasure is
there in that?  Are you coming out here at night to have an affair
with your genuine imitation pleather car seats?"
	Turning his head, only momentarily, to look in the back seat at
his wife and then back to the road, he said, "Oh shit, now you're
delusional.  I don't remember that being covered in LaMaze class.  Are
you okay?"
	"I'm not gonna die, if that's what you mean.  This is what
women are designed to do."
	When Lance drove up and parked, Randy was running along the
sidewalk next to the hospital.  Still out of breath be gasped
excitedly, "Called Mom."
	"And she'll call Geoff," Sharon said, "and he will call The
Major.  Good going, Squirt."
	"Did ya run the whole way?" Lance asked.
	"Parked down the street.  Didn't wanna take up a parkin' space
in case you needed it ... and I thought I could park your car for you
if there weren't any spaces close to the door ... so you could help
Sharon into the hospital."
	"Catch you breath before you pass out!" Lance barked.  "They're
trained to take care of unconscious patients first."
	"Yeah.  K.  I'll go get a wheelchair," he said, sprinting toward
the door.
	At admissions, Lance and Randy alternatelysupplied the answers.
	"Patient's name?"
	"Wilson," Lance said.
	"Sharon," Randy said.
	"Father's name?"
	Picking up on the last-name-first routine, Randy said, "Wilson."
	"Lance," Lance said before Randy had a chance to confuse the
issue with two first names for the father.
	And so it went until thirty tortuous minutes later, someone
casually strolled in--like it was something they did every day--to
wheel Sharon down the hall.
	"I'll wait here for Mom and Dad." Randy said to his departing
brother.  Then, turning to the admissions clerk, he asked, "We CAN go
back there and see her before she delivers, right?"
	"You'll have to ask the doctor," the clerk said like it was a
conditioned response.
	As Randy sat there for what seemed like a lifetime, he thought,
'What's takin' so long?  She'll have the baby before Mom and Dad get
here.'  A moment later he thought, 'I should go check the parking
lot.  Maybe they didn't see Lance's car and they're waiting out there
... or they can't find a parking space."
	"Randy," Geoff said, walking up behind Randy, releiving his
anxiety, "where's Sharon?"
	"I know where she is," Anita said.  "Been there, done that."
	"Oh yeah, you go with your mom," Geoff said.  "I'll wait for
Grace and The Major."
	"You sure?" Randy asked praying his dad wasn't kidding.
	"I think the father should be there," Geoff whispered.
	"Let's go," Randy said to his mom before Geoff had a chance to
change his mind.
	By the time The Major, Grace, Trevor, Devon and several more of
Sharon's brothers arrived, Sharon's contractions were three minutes
apart.  Lance stepped out so Randy could go in.  By the time Anita got
a chance to see her daughter-in-law, she was sweaty and bedraggled but
upbeat.  Since it was just the two of them, Anita whispered, "You
gonna tell 'em before or after?"
	"During," Sharon squeezed out as another contraction struck.
	"But only Lance will ..."
	"Doc said both," Sharon interrupted.
	"Good."  Then, not wanting to tire her out she said, "I'll send
Grace in."
	Grace, The Major and then Geoff took their turns.  Since Sharon
wasn't displaying any complications and the company had a calming
affect on her, Dr. Baker allowed two brothers in at a time.  Once the
last duo went in, the nurse ushered everyone out so the doctor and
patient could have a minute or two alone.
	Conversation in the waiting room was cryptic and 'off-colored'
at times but nothing the other 'expectant families' would take offense
to.
	"You're first?" a rugged copper-haired man asked Lance as he
sized up the older of the two 'most worried' young men of the group.
	"Yeah," Lance and Randy said simultaneously.
	The man looked back and forth between the two quizzically.
	Rather than try to explain, Lance said, "We're twins.  We got
that twins thing happenin' right now."
	"Oh," the man said, like he didn't believe Lance.
	"He's the runt of the litter," Lance said to make his fib a
little more believable for the five year age difference.
	Looking around the room at the other nine men and boys the man
said, "I've had five so far, all girls, and I thought I was stretching
it but from the looks of it, you guys are the mother's brothers."
	"Yep," several of them said in unison as proudly as if they
were the fathers.
	The man smiled.  "I hope my girls think as much of their new
brother as you guys do of your sister."
	Stepping up, The Major said, "Treat 'em all as equals and
they'll treat themselves that way, too."
	"This is my father-in-law, Major Campbell," Lance said.
	"Shamus Campbell," The Major said extending a hand.  "I heard
an Irish lilt in your voice.
	"Ian O'Donnell," the copper-haired man said.
	"You only got the one boy?" Lance asked.
	"Will have as soon as he's born."
	Grace said, "Sounds like us ten years ago or so.  Five boys, a
girl and then six more boys."
	"Christ!" the man said, extending his hand to Grace.
"Congratulations!"
	"For what?"
	"For surviving, for one thing."  Then, Mr. O'Donnell
asked, "Could I get you to ... you know ... uh, talk to my wife?
She's not sure she wants any more."
	"And you do?" Grace asked, looking accusingly at The Major.
	"If she don't birth 'em, we'll adopt 'em," Ian said, "but I make
good money."
	"But are you home to raise 'em," The Major asked brusquely.
	"You bet.  Changed my share of diapers, fed every mouth ... not
in that order," he chuckled, "and spanked every one of 'em when they
needed it."  He blushed after that prideful confession.
	"Good.  It proves to 'em that you love 'em," The Major said.
	"It's good that you had a hand in the discipline, too," Grace
said.  "Kids need that ... to know that the mom isn't the only one to
say no or mete out punishments."
	"Mr. O'Donnell, Mrs. O'Donnell is ready," a nurse interrupted.
	"A good man," The Major observed as the expectant father rushed
out.	"Maybe the boys should meet his daughters," Grace said, meaning
their four youngest, Tanner, Trent, Josh and Brett at ages four, six,
eight and ten.
	"Don't go gettin' all matchmaker on me," The Major gruffed--
having not healed all that well from having to give his daughter away
in marriage a little more than nine months earlier.
	"Mr. Wilson?" a nurse announced to the remaining crowd.
	Lance and Randy stood up like they were joined at the hip.  Then
Randy sat down, embarrassed.
	"Mrs. Wilson has requested both of you," the nurse said
cautiously, looking at Lance for his reaction.
	Lance's smile broadened as he turned to Randy to give and receive
a high five.
	The gleam of Randy's smile appeared to blind the sun as he looked
around the room at his brothers-in-law "by marriage."
	"We're having a baby!" Randy yipped just as Lance grabbed his
biceps and dragged him toward the delivery room.
	Once Lance and Randy left, Anita got the Campbell Clan's and
Geoff's attention.  "Sharon asked me to inform you ..."
	As Sharon began to push, Lance and Randy each held one of her
hands.  "I gotta tell you guys something," she grunted.
	Randy asked eagerly, "What?"
	"It can wait," Lance said, "just concentrate on this for right
now."	They heard an enormous roar in the waiting room.  Lance thought
Mr. O'Donnell might have returned with some good news.
	"Choose a number between one and two," Sharon said.
	"One," Randy said quickly, like he always got the leftover
whatever in competitions like this.
	"Why?" Lance asked, thinking it was some part of the LaMaze
class he had forgotten.
	"There's ... " Sharon said with a prolonged and strained
teeth-gritting grunt.
	"It's a girl," Dr. Baker said as proudly as if he had as much to
do with its gender as anyone else in the room.  Turning to Randy, the
doctor asked, "You want to cut the umbilical cord?"
	Looking at Lance, Randy said reluctantly--if not a little
sheepishly, "Lance should get that honor."
	"I believe you called out number one," Dr. Baker said.  "Isn't
that right, Mrs. Wilson?"
	"Yes," Sharon said after taking a deep satisfying breath.
	"Besides, he'll get his chance," Dr. Baker said.
	"Yeah, but well ..." Randy complained.
	"Whaddya mean I'll get my chance?" Lance asked.
	" ... two," Sharon finished her previous sentence.  "There's two
babies."
	"No way!" Lance and Randy screamed.
	"I need an answer, now!" Dr. Baker said.  "I've got another baby
to deliver."
	With shaking hands, Randy took the proffered scissors.  "You
sure, Lance?"
	"Go ahead, Little Daddy."
	Randy smiled as he opened the shears.  Then, with a frown he
asked, "It's not gonna hurt her, is it?"
	"Do it." Sharon commanded, "or I'll make you chew it apart with
your teeth!"
	Out of conditioned reflex, Randy snipped the cord at the sound
of her threat.
	Dr. Baker held the baby upside down by her ankles and tapped her
gently, first on the back and then on the butt.  With a sharp belch,
the baby coughed up crap out of its lungs and began breathing.
	"Isn't she supposed to be crying," Randy asked panicky.  Even
so, he watched every move the nurse made as she cleaned, weighed,
measured and wrapped her in the blanket.
	"Babies only cry when they are in need.  That little girl knows
she's got all she needs right now--the love of three fine young
adults."
	"Randy!" Sharon shouted, her free hand waving frantically in
the air from the subsequent contraction.
	Grabbing it, Randy whined, "Sorry ..."  Tears formed as he said,
"She's SO beautiful!"
	"I bet you say that about all your babies," Sharon mocked.
	Four minutes later, Baby Boy Wilson was born.  Lance snipped his
cord and watched just as impatiently as Randy did while the nurse
performed her duties.
	"Mr. Wilson One," the nurse said, "Would you like to present the
mother with her daughter?"
	"Me?" Randy asked flabbergasted.  Looking at Sharon he asked,
"Shouldn't you get to hold her first?"
	"I've been holding her for nine months.  I think it's time for
her daddy to hold her."
	Randy held out his arms to accept Baby Girl Wilson.  Although he
had held babies before, this was the first time he was terrified.
	"Mr. Wilson Two," the nurse said.
	Lance took Baby Boy Wilson and smiled as the baby yawned like he
was already bored with all the attention.
	Sharon waited patiently while each 'father' snuggled, nuzzled,
sniffed, kissed and rocked their babies.  Having done the same thing
with four of her baby brothers, she felt it was more important for
Lance and Randy to have THEIR 'first-timer' experience.
	"We need the delivery room," Dr. Baker said.  "Let the mom bond
for a minute before we take them to the nursery.  Once they're settled
in, the family can come visit."
	The boys handed their babies over, Lance more reluctantly than
Randy.  A couple of minutes later--after Sharon checked the names on
the babies' leg bands--the babies were on their way to the nursery,
Sharon was on her way to her room and the boys were on their way to
the waiting room.	"It's twins," Lance announced joyously.
	"I got to hold one," Randy announced excitedly.
	"You don't looked surprised," Lance said perplexed.
	"Your mom told us," Trevor said radiantly as if he were
revealing the name of the Homecoming Queen.
	"Mom?" Lance asked.
	"Sharon had a hunch," Anita said.  "From all the activity, day
and night."
	"I thought it was because she was up all night studying and
all," Lance said.
	"She asked me to take her to the doctor that one time, remember?
She wanted to be sure.  She told me to keep the secret because she
didn't want all of you fussing over her."  Turning to The Major, Anita
accused, "Especially you!"
	"So what are they?" Grace asked.
	Feeling a twin-like devilishness, Lance said, "Newborns," just
as Randy said, "They're just babies."
	"I'll tan your hide, boy," The Major grunted.
	"After I'm done," Geoff said, starting to step toward his boys.
	"Twins!" Mr. O'Donnell called out from down the hall like he had
heard Grace's question.  "A boy and a girl."
	"He's right," Lance said surprised.
	Randy looked surprised, too.
	"Really?" Grace asked.
	"Yep," Lance said.
	"Yep," Mr. O'Donnell said, grabbing two cigars out his shirt
pocket.  I got one of each ... just in case.  I didn't know I'd need
both."
	"Congratulations," Geoff said, shaking his hand.
	"So young man," Ian asked, "Which did you get?"  He held up two
cigars.  One had 'It's a girl' on a pink band and the other one had
'It's a boy' on a blue band.
	"Both," Lance said proudly, plucking both out of his hands and
handing the pink one to Randy.
	"Really?" Mr. O'Donnell said.  "You had twins, too?"
	Lance looked at Randy and said, "Yeah we did," knowing Randy
would know the 'we' meant the two of them ... with Sharon's help.
	"How many of them things you got?" The Major asked.  "I'll buy
all you don't need."
	"Let's go see the babies," Grace said.
	As if by nature, the boys followed their mother down the hall in
a straight line in height and, presumably, age-descending order.
Geoff and Anita were led by Lance and Randy while the Major and Mr.
O'Donnell stayed to haggle over the cigars.
	"She's right there," Randy said, "third from the left."
	"How can you tell?" Devon asked.
	"I can tell," Randy said joyously.  "I've held her.  She's so
beautiful."
	"Just like her mom," Anita said.
	Grace almost cried, hearing Anita praise her daughter-in-law so
unselfishly like that.
	"Her brother's right next to her," Lance said, "to the right."
 Then he leaned in and whispered in Randy's ear, "Her half-brother."
	Randy smiled.  Then with a stern look, he whispered back, "None
of that shit!  They're both ours!"
	"Damn straight, they are!" Lance confirmed.  He flinched when he
heard himself say 'straight,' fearing Randy would be offended.
	"Even if they're NOT straight," Randy grinned impishly.
	"When can we hold 'em?" Grace asked.
	"After we check on Sharon," Anita said.  "You boys go back to
the waiting room.  Grace and I have to get Sharon dolled up for
company."	Within twenty minutes, the Campbell Clan had filed in to
see their sister--each so proud they could burst.  Sharon was wearing
a provocative pink lace gown, had her hair in what Trevor knew was a
French Twist and just enough makeup to make her radiant without being
a problem when nuzzling the babies.
	The nurses brought the babies in and they were passed around as
carefully as the eggs of some endangered species--except to the three
youngest boys, who got to look but not touch.
	When Randy held the boy, he said, "He's a lot lighter than the
girl."
	Have you decided on a name ... names," Trevor asked.
	Looking at Sharon, Lance said, "Angela for the girl, that's for
sure."
	Randy beamed as his breath caught in his throat.  He couldn't
remember if the Campbells knew Lance called him Angel or not.
	"And the boy?" Trevor asked like he had an ulterior motive.
	"We decided the grandfathers will get to chose the boy's name,"
Sharon said.
	"Us!" Geoff and The Major yelped together.
	"We did?" Lance asked.  Then more seriously he said, "We did.
Honest."
	"By whatever means they choose," Sharon said.
	"Whaddya mean?" Geoff asked.
	"Draw a name out of a Tam O' Shanter, flip a coin ..." Trevor
offered.
	"Or toss a caber," The Major said with a knowing grin at Trevor.
	"Or some other sporting event," Geoff said, gripping his crotch
salaciously.
	"I like the sound of that," The Major said, gripping his crotch,
in challenge.  "It looks like you taught him right, girly."
	"That's my boys," Sharon said.  "The only rule is, you have to
videotape anything you do so I can show it to him when he's old
enough."
	"We'll have a name by tomorrow," The Major said.  Waving his arm
at his sons, he said, "Come on boys, we've got us a namin' party to
arrange."
	"Can I come, too?" Randy begged.
	"You're one of my boys, too, Squirt.  Not the youngest but the
freshest."
	"I better go keep an eye on 'em," Lance said, kissing Sharon.
"You gonna be all right?"
	"Once all the testosterone clears out of the room, maybe we
girls can get some quality time with my babies."
	"Just make sure you take care of yourself," Lance said.  "It
looks like everyone's more interested in the twins right now."
	"That's what being a mom is all about.  Taking care of the
babies."
	"I'm just sayin' I want you to get all the attention YOU need,
too."
	"I will ... and thanks for caring."
	"That's what being a daddy's all about.  Making sure the babies'
momma gets taken care of properly."
	Sharon smiled.
	"C'mon, Lance," Randy said, rushing back to get him.  Then, as
an afterthought, he went over and kissed Sharon.  "Thanks ... for my
babies."
	Being uncomfortable with all the attention Sharon backhanded his
biceps and said, "Go figure out a name for my baby."
	As Randy grabbed Lance by the arm on their way out, he leaned in
and said in a loud whisper, "I was thinkin' something like 'Tripod'
or ..."
	Sharon rolled her eyes.
	"Don't worry, Dear," Grace said, "the mother is the only one who
can officially name the baby."
	"I know," Sharon said with a smirk.  "But I want the boys to
think they had a part in naming him, too."
	After the clan assembled at the Campbell estate, The Major said,
"Get the book."
	Trevor got the book of baby names off the shelf.
	"With as many kids as you've had, I guess it was cheaper to buy
that book than rent it, huh?"
	"You got that right," The Major said.  "Lance, as father, you
get to read the names."  Looking at the page numbers, he said,
"There's twenty-four pages."  Looking around the room, he counted to
himself.  "There's eleven of us so ..."
	"Me, too," eight-year-old Josh whined.
	"Not for this," The Major said patronizingly.
	"I can do it, please?"
	"But you haven't ..."
	"But I still ..."
	"Let him participate," ten-year-old Brett said.  "He's ready."
	"All right.  That's twelve ... so ..."
	"Travis said, "Lance, you start reading the names.  Whatever
name you read when one of us ejaculates is put in a hat.  Then we go
on from there."
	"And I keep reading until someone else cums?" Lance asked, kind
of understanding the procedure.  'That way,' Lance thought, 'everyone
gets to choose a name, sorta.'
	"Right, except after the first one cums, you flip to ... well,
let's get started and we'll explain."
	The Campbell's began stripping, so the Wilsons did, too.  "Put
the young'uns down for a nap," The Major said to Devon.
	"Wanna watch!" six-year-old Trent whined.
	"Wanna watch," four-year-old Tanner mimicked.
	"Let 'em watch," Evyn said.  "They'll fall asleep soon enough.
They had it pretty rough trying to behave up at the hospital."  At
twenty-one, he knew the younger boys lost interest quickly if it
wasn't cartoons or some action-packed thing like videogames.
	"Dad, how about if we change the rules a little," Travis
respectfully suggested.
	 "Like how?"
	"Well since we have three new guys.  Maybe one guy jacks off
while Lance reads pages one and two.  The next guy jacks off while he
reads three and four."
	"Yeah, yeah.  I get it.  Twelve of us, twenty-four pages. Yeah,
that'll work, I guess."
	As far as the family knew, Travis was asexual.  He didn't show
any signs of being interested in either gender, much less sex in
general.  Travis, on the other hand, secretly wanted to watch the new
guys to see if they had some new jack-off techniques his brothers
hadn't tried.  'After all, at sixteen,' he thought, 'it's not like
I've had a lot of chances to observe non-family members jackin'-off.'
	"Who starts?" Conner asked.
	Geoff said, "I'll write down a number.  Whoever comes closest
goes first."
	"Without going over," Lance amended for clarification.
	"Give us a range," Travis said politely.
	"Between twenty and fifty," Geoff said after writing down the
number.	Each called out their number before Geoff said, "I was
thinking thirty-six."
	"I'm closest!" Evyn said, excitedly as he began masturbating.
	"Lie on the coffee table," The Major commanded.
	Geoff recalled the tale Trevor told about being gang-banged one
night by The Major's 'Grunts' and wondered if it was the same table.
	As Lance read one name after another--alphabetically--Evyn beat
his meat.  At first, it was slow and methodical, like he was trying to
get a good head of steam going.  That escalated to a concerted
rhythmic pounding, intended to get him off.
	Just as Lance said "Brandon," Evyn gurgled, "Aaagh!" and shot
all over his belly.
	The Major wrote down the name emptied a decorative bowl of
Grace's potpourri onto the end table and dropped the name in the bowl.
	"A number between fifty and one hundred," Geoff said.  After
everyone but Evyn called out a number, Geoff said, "Fifty-six."
	"That's me," The Major said.  As his father-in-law jacked off
in front of him--something Lance still wasn't real comfortable
watching--he read more names aloud.  Since Lance was intent on
reading, he didn't see the Major grimace back a need to cum when he
read Cedric.  Nevertheless, he couldn't forestall the urge any longer
and let loose a barrage of jism when Lance read the name Dallas.
	So, Dallas was added to the potpourri bowl.
	Josh guessed the closest number and began stroking his eight-
year-old two-inch dick with a two-finger approach.
	"He began having dry orgasms about a month ago," Brett--who
shared a room with him--said.
	"You two behaving?" The Major asked menacingly.
	"Yessir."
	"'cuz I know you just turned ten and you're allowed to ..."
	"I'm not lettin' him screw me, Dad," Brett groused.
	"Just checking."
	Geoff observed that Lance would read quickly over names like
Ezekiel or Ezra and slow down when the list covered more contemporary
names.
	Lance read through the E and F names and got to Gabriel
before Josh shuddered through an intense dry orgasm.
	"Well, that took forever," Travis groused, not impressed.
"Watching him do that is like watching someone scratch off a losing
lottery ticket.  A whole lotta work for nothing."
	"I don't know," Devon said, "he looked hot to me."
	"You're a perv," Travis groused.
	"Being new to orgasms, it takes him a little longer," Brett
offered as a way of making Josh feel better.
	"I like Gabriel," Randy said, it goes well with Angela.  You
know, Angel Gabriel ... Angela."
	"Yeah, we get it," Geoff said dismissively.  "But everyone gets
to vote so don't try to influence the judges."  'Whoever THEY are,'
Geoff thought.
	Brett went next and the luck of the cum was the name 'Jeremy.'
When Randy began jacking off, Travis realized his suggestion had been
foiled.  He wanted to watch Geoff, Lance and Randy jack off.  As it
was, Geoff was doing the numbers and Lance was reading the names--
which meant they wouldn't be jacking off.  Randy came just as Lance
read 'Leonardo.'
	"Ninja turtle," Trent mumbled in a half-asleep tone.
	Trevor went next and his choice ended up being 'Michael.'
	Conner came as 'Oscar' was announced.
	Having already watched six guys cum, Caleb couldn't hold out
for long and as the name 'Peyton' was read, he squirted.
	Devon's spurt occurred when Lance read 'Solomon.'
	Travis was only jacking off half-heartedly because he was
peeved that he wasn't going to get to see Geoff and Lance jack off.
Even so, Lance continued reading past Travis' allotted letters
(T and U), and beyond V into the W's before he blew his load when
'William' was read.
	"That took forever," Josh echoed his brother's earlier
disparaging comment.
	Wiping the cum into his skin like it was an anti-aging emollient,
Travis grumped, "Lance and Geoff haven't cum."  Travis wasn't sure why
it was so important to him to see them in action and he wasn't sure
he wanted the other guys to know he really cared so much, so that's
why he 'grumped' his remark--as a ruse.
	I've got that covered," The Major said.  "Geoff, you read while
Lance jacks off.  As the father, he should have SOME input, don'tcha
think?"
	"Like my sperm isn't enough input?" Lance asked with a chuckle
as he began masturbating.  Travis pretended to continue to rub his cum
around while he watched out of the corners of his eyes.  Lance came
when Geoff read 'Zachary'.
	"Thank God!" Geoff said with relief in his tone.  "Zebediah was
coming up shortly and I know Sharon would castrate us if we suggested
that.	Reflexively, all the older men and boys cupped their nuts.
	"Well, grandpa," The Major drawled like a hick as he dropped
all the names onto the coffee table.  "You get to chose our top
choice."
	Turning all the names face down, he moved them around like a
three-card Monty trickster.  "Start jackin' off.  Whichever one gets
the most cum on it is your first choice.  Least is your last choice."
	Travis slyly stood in front of the table to get the best view of
Geoff's jackoff techniques but said, "I'll watch which one the stuff
lands on first, just in case there's a tie."
	Geoff used soft strokes to get himself started.  Once he had
achieved erection, as he moved his hand up, he twisted his palm around
the crown like he was unscrewing a cap.  Later, he switched hands but
turned his fist thumb-side down and stroked while his right fingertips
pressed his balls lower into his scrotal sack.
	"You act like you really enjoy jacking off," Travis said
appreciatively, forgetting he was trying to be covert.
	"One of life's quiet pleasures, son."
	Travis felt a tingle run up his right side, too, as Geoff called
him "son".  He liked it that Geoff considered him "family"--like,
being a Campbell didn't automatically make him a freak.
	"Dad got a lot of practice," Lance said before he realized he
was telling tales out of school.
	"Mom had a ... problem ... and ... sometimes Dad had to take
matters into his own hands," Randy said, trying to help his brother
out but covering for his dad, too.
	"That's all behind us, now," Geoff said, "thanks to Sharon ...
but it's still a great feeling."
	"You aren't embarrassed to be jackin' off in front of all us
guys?" Travis asked.
	"Hell no!  In fact, I find it's a bit of a turn on actually.
It's like I'm a porno star or something."
	"Man," Travis said, "if it FEELS as good as it looks, you must
be in heaven."
	"If not in heaven," Geoff said, "I'm pretty damn close."
Crossing his eyes, he said, "Yep, there's the Pearly Gates!"  Just
then, his cum spurted bright pearls out and up.
	"Swing your hips.  Try to get some on all of 'em," The Major
urged.
	"Jeeze you cum a lot," Travis said with awe.  Turning to his
brother Trevor, he asked, "Did you REALLY swallow that much when you
stayed over at there place that time?"
	"That much or more," Trevor said, "... two or three times, as I
recall."
	"Once Sharon gave us permission to cum," Randy said.
	"She pulls that shit with you guys, too?" Caleb asked.  "She
started that holding off stuff with me when I was like fourteen.  She
was about eight.  At the time, I thought it was cute.  Then she got
all domineering and shit and the next thing I knew she was tying me to
the bed when I was sleeping."
	"She'd do that to me, too." The Major said as he turned over the
paper with the biggest splotch on it.  "Then she'd suck a load out
before I went to work.  The Grunts could always tell when I'd dropped
a load, 'cuz I went easier on 'em.  Of course, only a select few knew
it was Sharon who was doing it."
	"She'd suck me before school, too," Caleb said.  "Did she do that
to any of you others?"
	As several of his brothers acknowledged Caleb's remark with
affirmative nods, Trevor shouted impatiently, "What's the fuckin'
name, Major?" .
	"Please, don't let it be Zachary," Lance whined remembering the
name HIS dick chose.  "Kid's will call him 'Zack the hack' or 'Sack
the Zack or ...'
	"Zack-off," Brett offered.
	"Don't let it be Solomon," Devon said, recalling the name he
chose.  "I know it was a wise king and all but Sol is such a ... an
old-people name."
	"Oh, too bad," The Major groaned.
	"What?" Trevor asked urgently as if it were HIS baby they were
naming.
	"Well, Dallas is Scottish for 'sweet old man' ..."
	"Dallas is okay," Travis said, wanting to humor his dad, knowing
his dad's sperm had chosen Dallas.
	"I know," The Major said, "that's why it's too bad it's not
Dallas."
	"Dad!" Trevor whined impatiently.
	The Major handed the paper to Lance.  "You read it."
	Lance looked at it and showed it to Geoff.  This game was much
like the game Geoff and Lance played at Christmas just to make Randy
have to wait longer before opening his presents.  Only this time,
Trevor was the one being tormented.
	As Geoff handed the name to Randy, he said, "I'm not gonna read
it.  You read it."
	Trembling, Randy took the slip of paper.  His face lit up as he
yelled, "Gabriel!  It's Gabriel!  Josh, the name you chose, won!"
	Josh jumped around two-footed, like he was stomping ants and
swung his arms like he was a windmill gone haywire.  He didn't care
what the name was.  He just cared that he was the one who won--his
first time playing the 'adult' game.
	"Told you Josh was ready to join the big guys," Brett said,
arrogantly.
	Picking up the second most soaked paper, The Major said,
"Michael.  I think she'll like both of these."
	"Travis," Trevor said, "Get a close up view with the camcorder
of the splotches before they dry out."
	Looking over at the sofa, The Major asked, "When did those two
fall asleep?"
	"Early.  While Josh was working on his dry orgasm," Trevor
said.
	"Yeah, Trent was talking in his sleep when Randy chose
Leonardo," Brett said.
	Everyone instinctively looked over to see if Trent would repeat
his performance.
	"As soon as they wake up, we'll go back up to the hospital," The
Major said.  "In the meantime, the womenfolk are away.  Anyone want to
fool around?"
	"I'm gonna go to my room,"  Josh said, "but I wanna go up to
the hospital with ya, so call me."
	"Will do," Lance said, knowing Josh wasn't real comfortable
with anything 'sexual' yet.  At eight years old, Josh was more
interested in video games than sex.  "I promise."  Lance said,
crossing his heart and tickling his bare nipple in the process.
	At fifteen, however, Travis' priorities tended to change
indiscriminately.  At one moment he wanted to hide his homosexual
feelings and at the next he wanted to broadcast them.  He knew he
wasn't 'queer' but he liked having the 'option' available to him--a
lot!
	"I know you just came, Mr. Wilson, but could I suck you?" Travis
asked.  "You look a lot easier to take than Dad."
 	"Well, I think the other Grandpa should be rewarded, too," Randy
said to the Major.  "Would you wanna fuck me?"
	"After you wet me down a little," The Major said.  "Brett, go
get me some lube."
	"Yessir."
	"Don't want lube," Randy said.  "Wanna take it like a man, Sir."
	"The Major looked at Geoff for guidance--but certainly not his
permission.
	The boy knows what he can handle," Geoff said.
	The Major, knowing Travis was struggling with some inner guilt
of his own, looked down at him and said proudly, "So does this one."
	The other boys went to their rooms or began fixing snacks,
knowing Tanner and Trent would be hungry when they awoke.
	Randy had never felt so full by the time he got The Major's fat
cock all the way in.  Geoff and Lance were longer but The Major,
although shorter, was fatter than the two combined.   By the time the
Major came, Travis had Geoff right on the brink.  Lance was helping
Randy out by reaching underneath his doggy position to yank his crank.
	Returning from the kitchen, Trevor said, "Let me help."  He slid
under Randy to suck him.  As Geoff watched them sixty-nine, he shot
his load down Travis' throat.
	When he was done, Travis smacked his lips and said, "Damn, that
was just as big as the first load."
	"I'm hungry," Tanner said in his little-boy 'fussy' tone while
kicking his older brother awake.
	"Eat me," the six year old griped, sleepily.
	"I mean food," Tanner grumbled.
	"In the kitchen, boys," The Major said, "and drink some milk."
	"Yeah," Trent said, drowsily, "milk makes for strong boners."
	"That's 'strong bones,'" Brett corrected.  "Don't say boners in
public.  You'll get us in trouble."
	"We're not IN public," Trent argued.
	"Strong boners," Tanner repeated like he was Trent's echo.
	"Now see what you did?" Brett threatened.  "Now he'll be saying
it in public."
	After the boys ate, everyone got dressed and they headed back to
the hospital.  Sharon was breast-feeding when they got there but told
them to come in, anyway.
	Picking up Angela from the bassinette, Lance looked at his son
nursing furiously and said, "Hey, don't bruise the merchandise!  Daddy
called dibs on those before you were born."
	Sharon smiled, "So what's his name?"
	Lance handed her the first piece of paper.  "Grandpa Geoff chose
this one by luck of the cum.  I'll explain later."
	"I know how it's played."
	"Oh, of course."
	"Gabriel," Sharon read aloud for the sake of Grace and Anita.
"How appropriate!"
	"Or this one," Lance said.  "Dad's second most favorite."
	"Michael.  Again, appropriate, wouldn't you say ... Archangel?"
	Her brothers smiled like they were all 'in the know' about the
family nickname.
	"Michael Gabriel, I think," Sharon said.  "It'll be easier on
him in school."
	"I was hoping you'd say that," Lance said.  "I think so, too."
	"We're gonna call him Angel at home anyway," Sharon said,
looking at Randy for his reaction.
	He smiled awkwardly, not knowing for sure if he liked sharing
Lance's private nickname for HIM with the baby.
	Knowing there was no way Michael could fall off--he was lying
on her chest and belly like a ton of bricks--Sharon reached out for
both Lance's and Randy's hands and said, "Angel and Angela, OUR
babies."
	Randy immediately made up his mind.  He loved the idea.
"And Archangel helped!" Randy smiled.
	"Helped!" Lance protested, "I did all the work!"
	"Work!" Sharon objected, "Getting me pregnant was work?"
	"Play nice, children," little Tanner said like it was all he
ever heard.
	Everyone laughed, Angela smiled at her daddy and Michael Gabriel
burped--unassisted and loudly.  That brought on more raucous laughter
and Michael smiled before nursing again.
	"Knock, knock," Mr. O'Donnell said, from the back of the crowd.
"Anyone wanna see the two prettiest babies in the world?"
	"Got 'em right here," The Major said but we'll take a look at
those pups YOUR wife whelped, if you want."
	"Fair enough," Ian said, strolling in with a baby in each arm.
Then seeing Sharon was nursing, he looked away self-consciously and
said, "I can come back when you're done."
	"You never seen a woman's breasts before?" Sharon challenged.
	"Must fuck in the dark," The Major quipped.
	"Once or twice," Ian said.
	"Then I don't expect you'll go blind seeing mine," Sharon said
good-naturedly.
	He looked at Lance as if for permission.
	"They're HER tits!  I just get to play with 'em once in a
while."
	"Let me see those babies," Sharon said.
	Ian held them so she could see them.  "We've asked that they be
put in a twin-size bassinette.  We want 'em to keep bonding.
	"Lance, see if we can get one.  I like that idea."
	"They're already workin' on it.  Gonna get one from another
hospital," Ian said.  "Didn't think you'd mind me suggesting it to
'em."
	"You're so sweet," Sharon said.
	"Except the part of me that's salty."  Then apologetically, Ian
said, "I'm sorry.  Sometimes I forget I'm not talkin' to my own kin."
	"We talk that way, too," The Major said.  "Everything out in the
open."
	"Sometimes more than you wanna see," Travis said.
	The Major cupped his crotch, "If you get my boy's meaning."
	"Yeah, I think I do.  You and me's gotta talk, Major."
	"Grace wants our boys to meet your girls," The Major said, "so
I'll take you up on that offer."
	"So whatcha naming 'em?" Grace asked.
	"Erin and Aaron," Mr. O'Donnell said proudly.  "That way we only
need to call once to get both of 'em to come a runnin'."
	"Dad!" Travis grimaced, rolling his eyes like he knew what his
dad was going to say, "don't!"
	"You know what happened when the whorehouse caught fire,
don'tcha?"
	"No what?" Ian asked.
	"Some come a runnin' and some run a cummin'."
	"I like your style, Major, I like your style."
	"How old are your daughters?" Travis asked, hoping to change the
subject and secretly hoping that at least a couple were around sixteen.
	"Five to fifteen."
	Travis' mood brightened a little as he realized there just might
be a way to get out of his male dominated environment by getting to
know the O'Donnells.
	Knowing men weren't as curious or as courteous about baby names
as women were, Anita said, pointing to her grandchildren, "Angela and
Michael."
	"I guess twins run in the family," Ian said, once again
dubiously looking back and forth between Lance and Randy like they
couldn't be twins as they had implied eariler.
	Grace looked perplexed and as Lance handed Angela over to her he
whispered, "I'll explain later."
	"You wanna burp him?" Sharon asked, as Lance's arms were freed
up.
	"Gotta learn sometime," Lance said, reaching for his son.  As if
it were a mantra, he recited, "Up on the shoulder, support the neck,
pat and rub upward."
	"You're a natural, son," Mr. O'Donnell said.  "Took me three
tries before I got it right.  And by tries, I mean, Shannon, Heather
and Kathleen."
	"Where's my babies?" a woman with an Irish lilt asked as she
rolled her wheelchair in.  "I won't have you trying to sell 'em to no
damn gypsies, like the last time."  Even as the crowd parted for her,
they saw she had a smile on her face.
	"Calm down, Maw," Ian said good-naturedly, "I wasn't selling
'em.  I was trading 'em, this time."
	Seeing Grace handing Angela to Sharon for feeding, the woman
said with true sincerity, "Oh, that's a beautiful little girl."
	Most of the guys looked at each other, wondering how strangers
could tell a baby's gender.
	"Thanks," Sharon said, "this is Angela."  Pointing in Lance's
direction, she said, "And that's my son, Michael."
	"Let me see," she said eagerly, looking up at Lance.  "Oh my!"
	"What?" Sharon asked distressed by the woman's tone.
	"He's too pretty to be a boy!"
	Looking at Randy, Sharon said, "Yeah, he sure does take after
his daddy."
	Lance smiled recalling how pretty Randy looked, dressed as a
girl for the wedding.  Then he thought, 'Damn, maybe the BOY is
Randy's and the GIRL is mine!'
	Randy blushed quietly at Sharon's double meaning as Anita took
Michael from Lance's arms.  As much as HE wanted to hold him, Randy
knew he couldn't deny his mother HER turn to hold him.
	"I'm Sharon," she said after getting Angela situated on her
other nipple.
	"Colleen," Mrs. O'Donnell said.  Looking around the room, she
added apologetically, "Don't bother with introductions, I won't
remember 'em anyway.  I'm lucky if I can remember my own daughter's
names."	"It's a talent, and I still haven't mastered it myself,"
Grace said.	"Eleven sons and a daughter," Mr. O'Donnell said with a
hint in this voice like it was some kind of goal for which Colleen
should strive.
	"You've got your own day care center there," Colleen said.
	"I wish, Grace said, "but the boys pretty much monitor
themselves.  And I've only got six at home right now ... on a
permanent basis, anyway."
	"Well, let me hold my babies and you can take me back to my
room," Colleen said.  "You've had more than enough time to ogle that
pretty young girl's chest.  Nice meetin' ya all."
	"We should be going, too," Grace said.  "You need your rest."
	"I'll stay," Lance said looking at Geoff like he still needed
to ask his permission to stay out late.
	"Bye," Randy said, as he waved pathetically.
	"Where are you going, Squirt?" Lance challenged.
	"You mean I can stay?"
	"Hey, this is half you fault," Lance smiled.
	Randy ran to hug Lance.
	"Admittedly a tiny half," Lance said groping his little
brother's crotch.
	"Half is half, no matter how big it is," Randy said, returning
the grope.
	"Who gets Michael?" Anita asked.
	"Me," they both said.
	"You had him last," Lance said peevishly.
	"Your turn," Randy agreed and then smiled devilishly, knowing
Lance had really been the one to hold him last.
	It was only a minute or two after Anita and Geoff left when
Lance said, "Look, he's smiling at me.  Look at that GRIN!"
	Randy looked at Sharon and they both smiled knowingly.
	A moment or two later, Lance cried, "Oh God!  Gross!  Phew!  Oh
my god!  He just dumped the most god-awfulist load, Sharon."
	"You wanted to hold him.  You get to change him."
	"Oh my god, I'm gonna puke," Lance gagged.
	"You'll have to clean that up, too."
	Carefully holding baby Michael at arms length, Lance laid him in
the bassinette.  "I'll be right back," he said as he rushed out of the
room.  He returned a minute later with cotton balls stuffed up his
nose and tying a surgical mask over his face.  Talking like he had a
cold, he said, "Had to get a fresh diaper from the nurse.  She put
some lemon oil on the mask for me in case the nose stoppers don't
hold."
	About then, the nurse came in.  "I can do that."
	"Can't I try?" Lance begged.  "You can watch me to make sure I
do it right."
	The nurse looked at Sharon, saw the twin on her breast and with
a 'tsk, tsk, tsk,' said, "I guess you can!  She's gonna need all the
help she can get."
	Randy stood on the opposite side of the bassinette from the
nurse.
	"You want him here?" the nurse asked challengingly.
	"Most definitely," Lance said.  "If it weren't for him, we
wouldn't be in this mess."
	Randy knew he meant the double-daddy insemination process but
said, "Yeah, I handed him off, knowing he just finished eating and
well, it's gotta go somewhere."
	"Is it supposed to stink this bad?  I mean, he's not ... sick,
right?"
	"Nope.  All babies smell like a fresh toxic waste dump."
the nurse said like it was a matter of record.  Then with her first
sign of maternal emotion she said, "God love 'em."
	"Hey, Sharon, we're not gonna circumcise him, are we?"
	"Hell no!  You know how much I love a good foreskin!"
	"Well, honey," the nurse chuckled, "As much as you might love
'em, the only one you're gonna get is from his daddy, here.  But I'll
put a band on him to designate 'no circ'."
	"Thanks," Lance said, as he used the Handi-wipe to clean the
tar-like mess off his son's bottom.
	"Are you sure this is normal?"
	"Don't make me force you to clean the poop off every baby in the
nursery, mister," the nurse threatened good-naturedly.
	"No ma'am.  I  believe you."
	"You're doin' a fine job.  But once you've got him cleaned up,
you gotta roll back his foreskin and clean under there, too.  It's not
like an adult.  This stuff goes everywhere."
	"Tell me about it," Lance said, as he pressed the foreskin down
and saw the ring Michaels poop had made behind his little corona.
"Hey, Randy, look.  He's got more meat than you've got."
	"You have my permission to slap him," Sharon said.
	"Mine, too," the nurse said. to Randy.
	"She was talking to you," Randy chuckled at the nurse.
	"Hey, don't forget, I've got a baby here," Lance protested.
	"That's the only thing that saved your butt, mister," the nurse
said.  "Now lift by the ankles, put the clean diaper under his butt,
lower him down and pull the front up between his legs."
	Before Lance got it between Michael's legs, he spurted a strong
stream all over his daddy's shirt.
	"Hey, Sharon, Michael's marking his territory," Randy chuckled.
	Seeing the other one got a little urine on it, the nurse said,
"I'll go get another diaper."
	Lance patted Michael's peter and said, "Save some of that for
Daddy Squirt, will ya, little fella?  He's the one into water sports."
	Michael giggled--not with real sounds but with the motions.
	"Daddy Squirt," Lance said, again.
	Michael giggled--sort of--again.
	"He knows my name," Randy said excitedly.
	"Here ya go," the nurse said.  Then turning to Sharon she asked,
"Want me to take them back to the nursery when she's done?"
	"Can she stay here until Randy has a chance to change her?"
	Looking quizzically at Randy, wondering what reason he had to be
in the room, in the first place, she said, "Sure."
	"Thanks."
	"By the way.  A twin bassinette arrived for you," the nurse
said.
	"Wonderful!" Lance said,
	"Can we use it for the babies instead?" Randy asked.  "Sharon
kinda prefers a king-sized bed."
	"I'll bring you back another diaper," the nurse grunted as an
ignored response to Randy's attempt at humor.
	"Be nice, Randy."
	"Well, she said it was for you."
	As soon as the nurse left, Sharon said, "Randy, Angela's done.
You wanna burp her?"
	"You bet!" Randy said eagerly.  After a good burp, she fell
asleep on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.  A few minutes later
he felt the rumble that preceded the odor.
	"You want some cotton balls?" Lance asked as he smelled it.
	"I'm okay."
	"Oh yeah, I forgot, you're the one who likes to kiss buttholes."
	"Not dirty ones ... but yeah, I imagine it helps that mind-over-
matter thing."  As he changed Angela's diaper he said, " I don't see
the butt as a disgusting part of the body like you do, so it's easier
for me to imagine Angela's butt as a thing of beauty.  Dirty or not.
It's no different to me than ... like, polishing tarnished silver.  It
might be dirty but it'll be beautiful when I'm done."
	While Randy cleaned Angela, Lance asked Sharon, "Do you hurt ...
you know, down there?"
	"You're not gonna fuck me, if that's what you're askin'."
	"Wouldn't think of it," Lance said.  "But I want to kiss the
lips that produced my two beautiful babies."
	"OUR babies," Randy corrected.  "And I wanna kiss 'em, too."  He
left Angela sleeping in her bassinette after he got the clean diaper
on her.
	"Watch the door," Lance said as he lifted the sheet to go down
on his wife.  "Holy shit!  Did you have a double-birth or a
double-wide?"
	Sharon smacked the back of Lance's head, forcing his nose into
her slit.
	"Hurry up and kiss it so Randy can show you how to do it
properly."
	"Burn!" Randy said.  "Here comes the nurse!"
	Lance got tangled up in the sheet but got free just as the nurse
walked through the door with the twin-size bassinette.
	"Straightening the sheets," Lance said sheepishly.  "She was ...
lying on a big ol' wrinkle that was giving her ... a bed sore."
	Looking directly at his bulging crotch, the nurse said snidely,
"Uh huh."
	With practiced efficiency, the nurse transferred the babies to
the new bassinette and left saying, "I'll send housekeeping to come
pick up those other two."
	When she was gone, Randy asked, "Can I kiss you, too?"
	"Only if you want.  You don't have to do something just because
Lance does it.  I'm not gonna love you any less.  Besides, until I say
he can fuck me again, you're gonna have to be my stand in."
	Bright eyed, Randy looked at Lance.  "You okay with that?  You
gonna fuck me when you get horny?"  Lance hadn't fucked Randy since
their wedding night.
	Hugging Randy's head to his chest, Lance said, "I promised you
on our wedding night we were gonna be sharin' so until Sharon's ready
again, I guess you'll have to be my girlfriend."
	"Take care of him tonight, Randy," Sharon said.  "I don't want
him sleeping alone.  I'll probably be discharged tomorrow so call
before you come up, okay?"
	"Really?  That soon?  Even after twins?" Lance asked, kissing
Sharon goodnight.
	"Call me," Sharon said as they left.
	"We will," Randy promised.
	As predicted, Sharon was discharged the next afternoon.  On the
ride home, with the babies strapped in matching car seats Grace and
Anita picked out--and The Major and Geoff paid for--Sharon said,
"You'll never guess what happened this morning."
	"What?" Anita, Geoff, Lance and Randy asked.
	"When the nurse got me up for my walk and the four AM feeding,
I went to the nursery to get them.  I gently tugged the
blanket off and ..."
	"And?" Geoff asked.
	"Angela had her hand stuffed under Michael's diaper playing with
his peter ... well, not playing with it but ... she had her hand on
it."
	"Honest?" Lance asked.
	"Like mother, like daughter," Randy said.
	"Speaking of which, did you take care of Lance for me last
night?"
	"Boy DID he!" Lance said.  "My dick's so raw I might not be able
to use it again until ..."
	"... until we get home," Randy said, making an obvious point of
squirming his butt on the car seat.
	"Can I watch?" Sharon asked.
	"Me, too," Geoff said.
	"I'll watch the babies," Anita offered.
	"I'm serious!  My dick HURTS!" Lance whined.
	"Like my CUNT doesn't!" Sharon countered good-naturedly.  Then
with more authority, she said, "For the next six weeks, while I'm
breast feeding the babies, you're gonna fuck your brother."
	"I can't fuck that often!" Lance whined.
	Rolling her eyes, she corrected herself.  "I meant, because I'll
be breastfeeding, I'll be too tender to get fucked too often, so
Randy's gonna take over that duty for me."
	With a sly smile, Randy asked, "Even the four AM feeding?"  He
knew Lance would bone up just watching the babies suckle Sharon's
boobs.
	"Even the four o'clock," Sharon agreed evily.
	"Did I tell you," Anita said, "the O'Donnells invited us over
for dinner next week.  They want to keep in touch."
	"I think 'touch' is the operative word for Mr. O'Donnell," Randy
said.  "I saw him lookin' at me kinda funny."
	"No he wasn't," Sharon said, "he was looking at ME funny."
	"Nuh uh," Lance said, "he was leering at me."
	"No, that was MRS. O'Donnell.  I think she wants some young
stuff!" Sharon said, poking Lance in the ribs with her elbow.
	"We'll see," Geoff said.  "We'll see."

To be continued.
	I found another "incomplete" chapter.  If I can make sense of it
and come up with some way of "tying it in," I'll post it next month.
jockhunger