"Chuck? Is ... Is this true?" Maranda Bandersnatch, flabbergasted beyond any normal means, asked her son when her daughter, Stacy, revealed that the baby she was carrying was, indeed, her brother's. Well, the actual admission was that Stacy was carrying two children, each from his or her own egg, and while Chuck was the father of one of them, Karl, Stacy's father and Maranda's husband, was father to the second. Maranda sat down. News such as this couldn't be good for her own baby. She laughed, simply because she thought she was getting back at her husband by becoming pregnant by her son.
"How far along are you, Mom?" It was Stacy.
In a calm, almost quiet voice, Maranda answered, "Um ... About a month, give or take."
"Have you told the doctor of your 'special circumstance?'" Stacy asked.
"No, I haven't. Have you?"
"No. I suppose I won't unless something is amiss, then I'll be forced to."
Maranda turned her attention to Chuck. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Mom, in all fairness, Chuck didn't know," Stacy answered for her brother. "All he and Daddy knew was that I was pregnant. I didn't find out till yesterday that I had two zygotes, and I didn't tell Daddy or Chuck. While he knew he could possibly be the father of the one baby I thought I was carrying, he never knew about this other until now."
"Do you and she still have sex?" Maranda, who had never taken her eyes off her son and lover, asked. "Tell me the truth."
"Yes," chuck almost whispered.
"You have sex with her and you have sex with me," Maranda said as she began to align things. "You," she said to her husband as she turned to face him, "still have sex with her but want to have sex with me."
"Do you want to have sex with Mom, Daddy?" Stacy asked. "I mean, she's your wife and everything, so I suppose I can't say anything about it."
Karl looked between his daughter and his wife. All he could push past his lips was "I ... Om ..."
"I don't want you touching her," Chuck said to his father as he grabbed his mother's hand.
"Oh, but it's okay for you to be with me and your sister?" Maranda asked.
"I ... Om ..."
"He's still hung up on the threesome we had," Stacy said.
"Threesome?" Maranda questioned. "The three of you? As in, the three of you had sex together at the same time?"
"I thought it was wonderful," Stacy said. "Daddy didn't seem to have a problem with it, but Chuck? Not his bag of tea, I suppose."
After almost two minutes of deafening silence, Maranda said to her daughter, "Young lady, I think you and I need to have a talk." She then looked from Karl to Chuck as she said, "Go on and get out of here." When they didn't budge, she added, "Go on, now. I'll let you know when we're ready to talk to you." As Chuck and his father walked out onto the back patio, Stacy and her mother made their way up to Maranda's room.
"This is a really fucked up situation we've gotten ourselves into, eh, son?" Chuck just stared at his dad. "What is it, Chuck? Come on, talk to me. Is it the threesome?"
"It's you," Chuck finally said. "Why did you have to become a part of this? Stacy and I were happy together, Dad. I ... I was in love with her, and she was in love with me, but you had to come waltzing in and fuck it up for everyone."
"Oh, okay. You think I went to your sister and imposed my will on her to make her do this with me? Chuck, your sister is a nymphomaniac. She can never get enough sex. Whatever monster you created before you left? Well, you left that monster unattended, and just so you know, she seduced me, not the other way around. Much like she seduced you, I'm sure." Chuck said nothing. How could he? He knew every word his father spoke was true. "Chuck, I'm not going to lie to you. The love I have for Stacy exceeds that which a father normally has for his daughter. I love her as a woman and as a lover, much the way I suspect you love your mother, now that you and she are sexually active."
"And what gets me is that you don't seem too broken up about that. You know, me and mom?"
"What, you want me to be a hypocrite about it?" Karl asked his son. "I got my daughter pregnant, you got your mother pregnant. I'm not saying its tit for tat, but we both did something that maybe we didn't have any business engaging in." A moment of silence, then Karl asked, "Would you have slept with your mother if I hadn't slept with Stacy?"
"I honestly don't know, Dad. In retrospect, I guess knowing about you and Stacy was the deciding factor in me having sex with Mom." Chuck sighed, then finally took a seat on a chaise lounge. "What do you think they're talking about up there?"
"You're glowing," Maranda told her daughter as they entered her room.
"Really?" Stacy asked as she went to the mirror. "I kind of thought that I was, but I didn't want to say anything." She turned and faced her mother. "You have a bit of a glow about yourself as well, Mom."
Maranda sat on the bed as she said, "Oh, nonsense."
"No, really, you do," Stacy said as she sat next to her. "Then again, I've always thought you were a beautiful woman. I hope I look half as good as you when I'm your age."
"You will. Its in your genes," Maranda all but promised. "So, are you showing yet?"
Stacy removed her T-shirt as she stood. "Just a little. See?"
Maranda rubbed her daughter's belly. "How far along are you?"
"Going on four months."
"Say good-bye to those perfect breasts of yours," Maranda said as she playfully tweaked a nipple. "Once they fill with milk, they'll start drooping and never stop."
"I don't know," Stacy said as she once again sat next to her mother. She never bothered pulling her shirt back on. "I've seen you in a bikini and yours look pretty firm to me."
Maranda blushed. "Yeah, they still look nice. I'll give myself some credit there."
Silence, then, "Mom, what does breast feeding feel like? I mean ... Okay. I guess you can call me a nymphomaniac ... oversensitive, so when I breastfeed, will I be having orgasms?"
Maranda laughed. "It's two different things entirely."
"But ... even now, when you flicked my nipple? It excited me. I actually felt my clit jump."
"You're lying," Maranda said to her daughter. It wasn't in a scolding manner, though. It was almost playfully said.
Stacy lay back and removed her shorts, then cocked her legs wide. "Look at my clit and flick my nipple again. You'll see."
Maranda did, and when her daughter's clit jumped, she near-screamed, "Oh, my!"
"Yeah, so imagine if my baby sucks my nipple. What will happen to me then?"
"Well, if you want me to, I can show you what it feels like to have a baby breastfeed," Maranda offered. "You know, test the waters, so to speak?"
"Go ahead," Stacy said. She closed her eyes, a half-smirk on her lips in anticipation of whatever this sensation would be.
Maranda moved close to her daughter's right nipple and areola. She had to admit that Stacy had lovely breasts. They were, in a word, enticing. So much so to the fact that even though she had been fully committed to sucking as a baby would, at the last second she called an audible and softly caressed it with her moist lips and tongue. "Oh, fuck!" Stacy whispered, then immediately sought out one of her mother's hands and placed it between her legs. Maranda could actually feel her daughter's clitoris palpitate in her palm, a sensation that made her own clit throb. Stacy gently placed a hand behind her mother's head and held her to her breast. "Don't stop, Mom. Please." Maranda really had no intention of stopping.
"What do you think they're talking about up there?" Chuck asked.
"Who knows?" Karl responded. "It could be anything from making a schedule for who gets whom to they both deciding they no longer want either of us."
"What? No!"
"Relax, son. I justโ"
Just then, Karl was interrupted by a loud voice calling his name. "Karl. Karl Bandersnatch." He looked around for a face to match with the amplified voice, but found none. Then, "Up here."