All participants in sexual activities are over the age of 18. Pure fantasy with no intentional portraying any living or dead person. Make no claim about medical accuracy.
Hexapod:
Usually means an insect but hexa- means six and pod is also, according to the dictionary, "a small group of people who regularly interact closely with one another but with few or no others."
Twins, twins and more twins. My wife's siblings consist of three sets of non-identical female twins. Leah, my wife, has a twin, Ashley. The other pairs are Cathy - JoAnne, and Susan - Leslie. The two pairs are married, while Ashley is still single. Cathy - JoAnne are the oldest at 29, Leah the youngest at 27. I'm Steve Conway now at 30. Nothing like having five young sisters-in-law.
Basically, all the married ones got hitched right after college, so have now been married for 5-7 years.
You wouldn't have any trouble recognizing them as siblings: All are redheads, with only slight variations in tone. Like the old saying "Peas in a pod." Every one, and I mean every one of them is exactly 5'6" and 110 pounds. Maybe a couple of pounds here and there but of little consequence. Some difference in weight distribution. They are kinda small on top - barely B-cup for the largest. Freckles from the top of their foreheads to somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon Line (verified by tiny bikinis and, of course, my wife).
Every one of them is very pretty. Beautiful is overused but you wouldn't be wrong in describing them that way, too. You wouldn't mistake them for identical twins, though. There was a lot of variation in their faces, the way they wore their hair, the thickness of their hair, and certainly in their personalities. The eldest set was very no-nonsense and organized. Kind of decreased in that attribute as you went down the sets. One thing for sure was they all had great asses.
I think they are all beautiful. Tropical green eyes that
look
at you, seeing your inner self.
The maternal side of the family, Kenny, obviously originally hailed from Ireland. Looking at them, you'd readily believe they had just come off the ship.
I'm certainly no beauty. Grew up on a farm so had a muscular build. Ended up at exactly 6' and about 190 pounds. Got into boxing. Fought in light heavyweight till my high school senior year, then moved up one class. I wasn't nearly good enough for a scholarship at even the few colleges that had boxing as a NCAA sport. So, I just kept it up in the local gym. By the time I was a college junior, I got tired of being beaten up and switched to more general gym workouts. Lifted but not with a lot of weights - more reps instead. Dark hair and eyes and, of course, a broken nose defined my face. Didn't stay in boxing long enough to acquire cauliflower ears. My wife says I have some gorilla in me: Dark, full hair on chest and upper back. I also have very big hands and feet. Made me look like one of those cartoons when I had the boxing gloves on. Of course, big hands was maybe why I didn't have trouble getting dates.
Their parents built a business that made efficient robots for heavy manufacturing. By the time the oldest twins were seniors in college, the annual revenue was in the billions. Not surprising, both sets of older twins went with a business and/or an economics major.
Leah and Ashley studied mathematics. I was a TA in the math department, working on my MS, when I met both of them. I fell in love with both. Although, I eventually settled on Leah, there was still a large part of my heart occupied by Ashley. Both of them knew about my feelings as I didn't try to hide anything from them. They accepted that Leah would be my wife.
Leah and Ashley graduated
summa cum laude.
Leah and I got married the week after graduation. We had pretty much followed in the older twins' footsteps as they got married immediately following their graduations.
The week after we got married, her parents took early retirement and moved to Spain. Not surprising, the elder sets of twins and their spouses took positions in the company. Cathy ended up CEO, JoAnne, CFO and everyone else part of the management structure. You might think this nepotism would be a receipt for disaster but every one of the women was exceedingly competent. Both Susan and Leslie ended up VPs. One was in Customer Relations and one, Leslie, oversaw HR. The business continued to thrive and expand.
I was the only one of all the spouses that didn't work for the company. I ended up working as an analyst for a stock brokerage firm, as did Ashley. Leah worked as a real estate agent. She specialized in finding homes for new company employees, so was sort-of a company employee. Have to say that the other guys weren't nearly as competent as the women. Not that they were exactly worthless but simply not in the same league. Strange as it may seem, none of them appeared resentful, at least superficially. They just ended up in places like the shipping department, sales, etc. My guess was that was part of the reason they ended up married in the first place. Certainly, Cathy and JoAnne would never have gotten married if there had been any incompatibility.
Unfortunately, it struck me as an unstable equilibrium. Kind of like a pencil standing on its point. Likely wouldn't take much to screw things up and marriages fall over the place. Kept it to myself, only telling Leah my thoughts. Not sure why I believed she wouldn't let her sisters know. Of course, I'm not a good at disguising my feelings, so they may have worked out my feelings on their own.
Cathy and James, her husband, kept the parents old house (all 20 rooms of it). Everyone else ended up building their own places. Since neither Leah nor I cared much for a big place, we found a 4-bedroom place (kids, hopefully). Ashley had a nice condo about a mile away.
I got along well with the husbands: James (Cathy), Simon (JoAnne), Corey (Susan), and Camron (Leslie). We'd get together frequently and often went hunting, fishing and boating. I don't know how the women managed to get husbands who didn't show any signs of being bored or unfaithful, especially as all of them came across as *good ole boys*. They likely suppressed those tendencies but I was pretty sure they weren't too far below the surface.
Now, after five years of marriage, Leah and I decided we wanted a family. She stopped taking birth control pills and two months later we got the great news that she was probably one month pregnant. We got congratulations from all the family and much back-slapping after the announcement.
That evening, Leah sat me down in the living room. "Steve, we need a serious discussion."
I was alarmed. "Is there a problem with the baby?"
"No, that's not the issue...Have you noticed that none of my other sisters have gotten pregnant?"
"Guess you're just the first. Figure the others will be along shortly."
"What's your blood type?"
The question caught me completely off guard. "AB negative. Guess that's the rarest other than RH-null. Why?"
"Did you know that none of my sisters have used birth controls since they got married?"
"Wow! Shouldn't they all be pregnant now?"
"They should but here's the situation: For our family, something in our bodies doesn't allow us to get pregnant unless the sperm donor has a certain blood type. It has to be AB- with certain other antigens for one of us to get pregnant. You apparently have that blood type."
"That's why you're having a baby, huh?"
"Yes."
"Well, what's stopping the others from finding somebody with the right blood group and either doing it naturally or IVF?"
"Well, your group size is very small. First of all, AB- occurs in only 0.36% of the population. Meaning, there are only about a million total in the US population. Using the current demographics, means there are only a few hundred thousand males of your type in the US. Then you have a special group with Duffy negative. A very small number, like less than 50.
So, given the probability of finding the appropriate individual, how you get him to donate?"
"OK, I guess I see the problem."
"One more thing: It's early in my pregnancy but when ultrasound can show anything, it'll show I'm carrying female twins. Fraternal twins. When any of us ovulates, we produce two eggs."
This revelation was stunning, to say the least. A certain uneasiness started creeping in. "Why are you telling me this? I'm just happy you're pregnant...Wait. Why do I get the feeling that you have something in mind?'
"Well, of course, I have something in mind. Please, think carefully before you answer. OK?"
"Promise I'll listen, even though it sounds like I'm not going to like what I hear."
I was raised in a small rural community. Everyone knew everyone and everyone else's business. The community was religious, as were most small communities in Kansas. My parents, older brother, and I weren't particularly religious. Me, especially. It just didn't stick. Oh, obeying the Ten Commandments was a good way to live, even if not being driven by a minister. Our parents instilled into my brother and me that respect, honor and trust were the cornerstones of any human relationship.
My brother held these guides through his short life. He joined the army and was killed in Afghanistan.
I also followed these guidelines as best I could. Not too surprising, it was more difficult in a college environment than in the army where *Duty, Honor, Country* was a way of life. It was tempting to cheat on these ideals. Not by cheating on schoolwork but in relationships. How easy to date two women at the same time and not tell them the truth. In my actions with Ashley and Leah, I never tried to deceive either of them. I'm pretty sure they would have known if I had tried as they were very close.
"OK, here it is. In addition to the problem of finding an acceptable donor, all of us feel a great deal of pressure to procreate. Not just that we're horny, although that's true, but there's a strong feeling that you aren't complete till you have a pair of twins suckling on your breasts. I don't really know how to explain it. It's an itch you can't scratch that get worse as you get older. It starts at about 21 and around 30 becomes intolerable.
Our mother was 31 when Cathy and JoAnne were born. She and dad got married just the year before. She told us that the internal pressure to find a compatible donor was becoming so great that it was taking all the joy from life. That if it had continued for much longer, she would probably have committed suicide."
Holy shit! To myself.
"So, all of the older sisters are going through this phase, this pressure?"
"Yes, all of us. A little less in Ashley and me and it's only starting to go away in me. I can feel it easing way off since I know that shortly there'll be twins at my breasts."
"Let me guess what this is coming to. You want me to be stud service and put horns on my brothers-in-law?"
"Crudely put but, in essence, yes."
I could feel the heat rising into my face and my blood pressure soaring. I attempted to be rational. "You're asking me to throw out all my ethics? All my honesty? How do I live with myself? How do I say fuck everything I've believed in all my life? Shut down my conscience?"
"Please, my love, let me say a few things...I won't make you do something against your will. That would destroy your life. I love you, heart and soul. As I hope you love me."
"I'm hurt that you even question that I do."
"Not questioning that you do, just confirming and setting the stage."
"You've got a very difficult task if you plan on using logic to make me change my mind about something so abhorrent."
