This is my own story, there are many like it but this is mine. There is hardly any truth in this story at all, though it is based in places I've lived and jobs I have done.
[Before I tell you this, I'd like to point out that I am not nor have I ever been a surveillance expert, ninja/Navy SEAL/murder hobo, or a super-lawyer, so many of the usual responses found on Literotica are off the table in this story.
The only magic or wish fulfillment elements in this story are the super-fast and accurate test results from drugstore DNA testing... and the ease of getting time off from a manager at that 'brown' parcel delivery service.]
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My wife grew up an only child to two older parents; I always thought that one of the reasons she accepted my proposal was my big, inclusive family. It is hers now, well, most of it...
I met Kim in college, she sat next to me in a freshman chemistry class and wanted to bum notes off of me, because she couldn't understand the Sri Lankan teacher's accent. She was a tall, corn-fed blonde from a little town on the eastern slopes of the Rockies where nobody had ever heard a voice like his.
I offered to swap her tutoring for a date and happily, she agreed; by the end of the semester we were engaged. I think what sealed the deal was Thanksgiving with my family; she loved the clamor and sharing. She told me on the drive back that her aging parents didn't even celebrate the holiday. She envied my close relationship with my sister Jackie as well, and all the aunts, uncles, and cousins.
We got married after our sophomore year, and I took a job driving for a national parcel shipping service (think brown trucks) that fit my class schedule. We both wanted to start a family as soon as possible, but I hadn't managed to get her pregnant by the time we graduated.
My driving job changed; I was taken off of driving local pickup and delivery and assigned to drive a semi down to the processing hub 5 nights a week, dropping off a load of outbound packages and bringing back a truck loaded with local deliveries.
I tried to fit my driving schedule to her window of fertility each month, but it wasn't working very well. Finally, three years after we graduated, we conceived a son; we named him Jack after my father.
Over the next six years he was followed by two sisters (Amy and Victoria) and a brother (Tom). We had our own clamoring family. My folks were happy to babysit, either at our house or theirs, and our house was always full of life. Kim and my sister bonded over the babies, and the pair were together all the time.
At times I felt like the odd man out, with my evening driving job, and once the kids were in school, I started lobbying my boss to let me switch to days. It took a year to get a replacement trained (and only on the third try; the first guy failed a drug test and the second hit a car during his probationary period) so that I could switch.
When they handed the new driver my keys, the boss cut me loose at 6.p.m. and told me to come back after the weekend to get my new assignment.
It was an odd experience to be free so early in the evening, driving home before sunset. My sister's car was parked in the driveway next to Kim's, so I parked mine around the corner where there was always an open space.
I cut through the neighbor's yard; I thought I'd surprise the girls by coming in the back door. As I walked across the yard I could tell by the lack of TV chatter that the kids were at my folks' house. My steps were silent on the grass. I could hear Kim and Jackie talking in the back bedroom through an open window.
"So you were fucking my dad behind his back, you mean NONE of the kids are Scott's? They're all from my dad? Does mom know?"
"He was shooting blanks, or his swimmers just weren't making the grade. And your dad's dick is so much bigger, he really gets them where they need to go. It worked the first time, for Jack, so we've kept doing it every time I want another kid. I tell your brother that I'm fertile, but I schedule it so your dad's there all day for the ACTUAL time window. Your mom helps arrange things too - remember how she got Scott go around to pick up all the cousins for the Disneyland trip? That was when we conceived Amy. He's never suspected a thing. Now that you've graduated and are living here in town, your mom wanted you onboard with this, she said you could keep your mouth shut."
I froze, my back to the wall below the bedroom window, then sank silently to the ground. My stomach churned. My loving wife and my loving parents conspired to cuckold me by my own father, and left me to raise four brothers and sisters as my own children? Motherfuckers - I didn't know these people at all. My hands fisted involuntarily as a black rage started to build.
I wanted to rampage through the house wrecking things and throwing her out on her cheating ass, but that wasn't enough. I had to wait until I could bust all the collaborators at once. I pulled out my cell phone and switched the camera mode to video, then carefully poked the lens-bearing end up above the window sill until I could see the pair inside. They were sitting at the far end of the bed, looking at each other, not the window.
"So are you ever going to tell him? This could wreck the family!"
"How can we tell him now? Maybe if it was just once, maybe we could spin it, but four kids? No, all we can do is keep lying to him. At least he and his dad share a blood type, so that can't trip us up. And they share DNA, if it came to that."
