The Legaul Family

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Waiting for Maurice and Henri to secure the little nest where Elaine remained hidden at the back of the root cellar, Eloise thought back to the week of her oldest's child's conception...Remembering

Eloise had awakened to the man thrusting deep inside of her from behind, for several minutes before feeling him explode within her channel. The extra hard push in her depths and wet heat as he bottomed out somewhere deep within, announced that he was leaving more of his seed inside of her. Eloise loved the feeling of this man within her body. He was a great lover and husband but... he wasn't her Henri!

This man was the stand in, for the main actor. It was this man that had opened her married eighteen year old channel for her, when her husband Henri, had been too drunk, to do little more than fill her crotch with semen. Henri, barely even breaching her woman hood as he had been entirely too intoxicated to do little more than cut the wedding cake. Apparently, just the feel of her opening kissing Henri's tip sent him over the edge before her new husband passed out in an alcoholic fog.

Eloise had been furious! She had dressed in her traveling clothes packed her bags and was standing in the train station waiting for the office to open so that she could trade her ticket to Paris for one back home.

"Eloise my sweetheart, what are you doing up at this hour? You should be in bed with Henri!" said her new mother in law Marguerite as she sat in the corner of the train station reading the newspaper from the day before.

"Mrs. LeGaul, I am going home! Henri left me hot and bothered with a sticky crotch! It was uncomfortable and then he snored loudly in my ear. I can... not, wake, his sorry, drunk ass! I don't want this for the rest of my life. I want a lover not a selfish drunk! My mother told me it would be amazing after it hurt. It didn't get past uncomfortable, and it was over! I am so very disappointed!" Eloise said stomping her foot before she sat down beside her mother in law.

With a sigh Marguerite stated "I understand completely my dear. I am here because I cannot get Maurice or Richarde to stop snoring! I did not hear the midnight train to Leon, they were so loud!" at that both women began to laugh. "Come with me I know a travelers hostel where we can have a bed to ourselves without the growling, hibernating bears we are married to" she stood and offered her hand to Eloise who accepted it and stood smiling at the older woman.

A mile and four francs later both women had stripped to their under pants and were peacefully slumbering, cuddled in each other's arms beneath the white goose down duvet.

The men would wake alone later to read the notes. The women gave them an ultimatum get control of their love for wine or live without the women in their beds!.

The very next day, the Le Gaul family, would be rocked by the news that the French Government had started a draft for the war with the Germans. Henri didn't want to fight with anyone. Especially not someone like Hanz Luther the across the creek German neighbor and friend.

When they were kids Henri and Hanz had spent a lot of time kicking a ball back and forth over the creek. The ball game finally came to an end, when Hanz sent the ball over really well, hitting the local police officer with it by complete accident. Seeing the officer angry at being hit in the face with the ball, both boys ran for their lives! The officer immediately confiscated the ball. A week later Hanz would wave, and Henri would wave back. "Where is ball" asked Hanz in broken French. "Police took away" replied Henri in equally broken German. "Shit!" Said Hanz in French. "Yeah Shit!" agreed Henri in German. It made them both laugh. "I have bad German." Stated Henri with a big grin. "Yes! I have bad French!" laughed Hanz. "Wait" said Hanz "Stay here!" hoping Henri would understand the message, as he retrieved a bottle of homemade Beer from his house, bringing it back to the creek. Seeing this, Henri ran to the back door of the house and stole a small loaf of fresh baked bread from the warming bin on the stove. Both young men upon seeing the other one, began wading into the creek to the big flat rock that had been there since before the Roman Empire. In minutes they were feeling no pain. In fact, Hanz had to help Henri out of the creek because of the strength of the German beverage!

The letter said that Henri had two days to report for duty. "In two days? Shit!" Henri thought It would take him two days just to get to Paris. He had to see Hanz and let him know why he wasn't going to be around for a while. Henri, had just crossed the creek and climbed up the steep bank that Hanz made look so effortless. Henri was winded. "Damn! That's a climb! Must be nice to be that tall! Shit!" he had been saying under his breath bent over from the exertion of it. When he heard someone speaking very angry sounding German. He looked up seeing that it was two men he had never met. They were walking toward him one was carrying a shovel and the other one a pitchfork.

They were only a few yards from him when he heard Hanz say in now flawless French "My friend, why are you here?" Henri said in his best German "Come. Look. See my friend" as Henri held up his draft notice. Hanz strode towards him and gently took the piece of paper from Henri. Though he couldn't really read the French, on it he saw the symbols of the government and the military, rightfully concluding that it was similar to the one he had received that afternoon as well from the German government. The other two German men stood a little distance from Henri. Glaring at him as though he had done something that needed to be revenged. "Wait." Hanz said with a brief, thin smile. On his way to the house Hanz said something in rapid fire German to the two men who then nodded in the affirmative and left.

Henri waited nervously. Not for long though Hanz returned with a draft notice of his own. Yeah it looked like his, thought Henri, only in German instead of French. Hanz had to be in Berlin the same day that he would arrive in Paris.

"Good luck My friend we will see each other again and kick the ball." Said Henri in his best German as he shook the big man's hand.

"Yes we will eat of the bread and drink the wine when we come home" a surprised look came over the sandy haired giants face before Hanz said "Wait I have... wait!" Before he ran toward the house. Several minutes later Hanz emerged with a ball like the one that they had kicked back and forth across the creek. "For you! Henri... You must have, so that we can kick when we get home!" said Hanz with that big bright smile that he always seemed to have for Henri. "Thank you my Brother I have nothing to trade with you or to share."

"We share the ball that is enough." Said Hanz with a wink as he interrupted the Frenchman. "Promise me that you will come back and kick the ball with me that is enough Henri."

"Very well Hanz, I Promise we will kick the ball when we get home and drink the wine." Said Henri as he winked back at the gentle giant.

Henri carried the ball home and put it in a safe place...the root cellar would be the best place for it he decided. That is where he put it, and Elaine would find it. Neither of the men knew that Hanz would lose his feet to a horrible condition called trench foot.

There were all kinds of rumors floating around that they wouldn't draft married men above twenty years of age and that they wouldn't draft married men with children.

Henri received his draft notice anyway.

Eloise was hopeful that she could save Henri from the front lines by being pregnant. That was a short-lived hope though as the day after Henri stepped on the train, Eloise had her period.

"Oh, Marguerite! I was so hoping, that I could save Henri with a child, but his seed did not take root in me and now he may not survive because of my barren field!" wailed Eloise as she soaked her mother in-law's shirt with her tears. Marguerite just stroked the raven haired beauty and cradled her until she fell asleep. She hated to think that the one night, Eloise failed to conceive might doom her son to the meat grinder of this stupid war.

The government had already tried to conscript Richarde and wouldn't take him because of the very poor eyesight that he'd always had. Richarde also was slightly deaf. All of this a result of a childhood accident that happened down by the creek when he had been ten years old. Had it not been for Hanz hearing the splash of Richarde falling and rescuing him from under the big flat rock where he had been pinned, we wouldn't even know of Richarde. However, Richarde was twenty one now, to Henri's twenty and was not popular with the girls of the village either, because of his disabilities.

Henri had boarded the train and wouldn't be back for three years unless Eloise was with child. There must be a way thought Marguerite as she listened to the current story that the Priest was expounding on as she sat in the hard rock maple pew. That's it Maurice will get Eloise with child! No body but Maurice, Eloise and myself will know who the real father is. It's not cheating on him its getting help from her husband's family... yes this will work!

Maurice? She thought he has a proven track record of siring children. Henri was the last of her children that had survived numerous sicknesses that the others hadn't. Margurite decided once Eloise was naked in front of her father in-law it would take little convincing she was sure of it.

Now she just needed to get them to agree to it! Marguerite didn't have as big of a fight as she had originally thought she would from either one.

Eloise thought she would never again see her Henri. Her well-founded fear, that her sweet blond farm boy would die, almost paralyzing her with fear some days.

A week later, immediately after Mass as she was preparing the evening meal Margurite had said "Eloise, I have a question for you? If you could save Henri would you?" Dropping a little Herb de Provence into the big pot of lentils. Waiting until the pot started to boil again, before she added the diced carrots that Eloise had just prepared.

"You know I would do anything to save Henri! Why would you even ask this question of me? I would do anything to bring him home to us!" said Eloise with tears in her eyes as she wiped her hands on the kitchen towel by the big copper farm sink.

Good! Would you have a child to save Henri? Could you keep the secret of the conception of your child from Henri? This I need to know, because I believe we could save Henri from the front lines if you were to become pregnant." Marguerite said as she stirred the pot, before she moved the vessel to another location on the stove. She would let it simmer for a little bit on the back of the stove.

"Of course I would, but how can that happen? Henri is not here, to put his seed in me." Said a now frustrated Eloise, remembering her wedding night fiasco. Eloise wondered if she would have to endure that again to have a child. Eloise decided that she was tired of playing word games and wondering what crazy scheme her mother in law had come up with. "Henri is not here! So, would you suggest that I go to the front lines and let him put his seed in me? Like some common whore? Is that what you think of me! Perhaps you want me to lay with someone else from the village? I will tell you that I will not have a child that doesn't look like Henri!" She now stomped her foot angrily as she crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.

"No...my dear girl. Your child would be of the same blood as Henri." Margurite took a big breath in as she said, "I want you to consider taking the seed that made Henri into your womb." She grabbed Eloise's hands pulling her to sit on the long family bench against the wall, as she said "I love Henri and I love you, and because of this I am willing to share my husband with you. I want him to get you with child. I want our Henri home alive and breathing. If you catch this month no one will know but us. Maurice is a fabulous lover and very fertile man. it is a pity that our children were wiped out by illnesses. Of all of my children, Richarde and Henri are the only ones who survived to become adults. Please, don't make me beg you. It cannot be Richarde as he would not be able to stop with just once or twice and not gloat with victory at having you. It has to be Maurice."

"Maurice? Humn... Perhaps. He is Henri's father. Correct? I don't want to be unfaithful towards Henri, though. Would not taking his father's seed to fertilize my womb, be committing adultery?" Asked Eloise as she studied her Mother in laws face.

"No. If he were to die, his seed would die with him. Unless his brother wanted to be responsible for you. This is just family helping family. You have a child, and he comes home from the front lines. Maurice and you have fun, Henri thinks he is the manliest of studs and you spend the rest of your life being a good wife and mother." Margurite said "Think about it for now. You should be fertile for the next three to five days. If you were to take a man this week you should catch, and Henri would be none the wiser. If this is what you want, then take your hair out of your head covering, drop your kerchief on his shoulder when you go to your room. He will spend the night with you and every night this week."

"And if I decide otherwise?" Asked Eloise with a smirk. Waiting with bated breath as to what the older woman would say. Eloise half expected Marguerite to order her out of the house. Quite shocked by her mother in law's response.

"We will take you out to the barn, tie you to the post and breed you like the wild filly you are!...After we have given you, your oats of course!" Marguerite cackled, seeing the shocked expression on Eloise's face. Seconds later, Margurite howled with laughter when Eloise responded "Oats hell! I want apples! Lots of juicy apples! You old brood mare! Don't be stingy! I know there are apples, in the old root cellar!" tears of laughter running out of their eyes, from the absurdity of both comments.

Margurite grabbed the younger woman and hugged her saying "In all honesty and seriousness, if you say no, Henri may not return to us breathing. If I were in your place I know it would be hard to decide but in the end I would go with my heart and conscience. Ask yourself which would be the harder choice?"

Letting go of Eloise she stood and walked out of the house toward the old root cellar. Several moments later, Marguerite, returned with two very large green apples, in the folds of her kitchen apron handing one to Eloise, she said "Yes these are very juicy" as she now bit into one the juice shooting out of the fruit splashing against Eloise's face. Both women chuckling as they devoured the sugary treats.

Eloise thought of the idea all through the meal. As the women cleaned the dishes they talked softly. "What about Richarde, surely he will hear us having each other, will he not?" asked Eloise as she had finished drying the plates and placing them back in the cupboard.

"Don't worry about Richarde. I will keep him busy enough that you and Maurice can accomplish your task without being interrupted." Margurite said with a wink.

The dishes done; Eloise pulled her pale blue kerchief off of her head. Passing the greying blonde haired, older version of Henri, as he sat next to the wood stove in his favorite chair, she casually draped the cloth over his shoulder in full view of his wife, who just smiled.

"Go save our Henri, husband, I have another chore as well." Marguerite had said as she looked at Richarde who was pretending to read the newspaper that he could barely see.

Maurice walked toward the back bedroom that Eloise had entered mere seconds before. Reaching the door, he wondered if he should kiss her or if that would not be acceptable. Margurite said let her enjoy conceiving but hadn't told him what was off limits.

As he entered and shut the door he noticed that Eloise was shaking as she undid the buttons on her shirt. Wanting to comfort Eloise he closed the distance between them, immediately taking her in his arms he stroked her back and kissed her neck as he felt her arms wrap around him. nibbling up from her collar bone to her earlobe, Maurice whispered in her ear "you smell lovely my dear and taste even better than Burgundy Wine. I can't wait to suckle you everywhere."

For her Part Eloise felt his erection against her belly and felt his broad muscular back with her hands. Eloise loved feeling the manly muscles play under her fingers. He was so different from Henri...yet also so very familiar.

Eloise returned Maurices kisses, feeling herself moisten with arousal, she frantically pulled at the bottom of his shirt, seeking to free it from his pants, she wanted to feel his skin. Maurice in turn began to cup her breast through the pale blue linen shirt. Driving her nearly insane when the thumb of one hand circled her nipples one second and then stroked it the next.

"Maurice! Oh Maurice! I...want... Um...I.. Ah!" Eloise was interrupted by his mouth claiming hers, for scant moments their tongues dueled back and forth as she moaned her building pleasure. His left hand cradling a buttock as his right advanced from her breast up to the base of her head right there where Eloise's hairline started.

She had never been this wet before she didn't care about right or wrong she wanted this man to give himself to her. She couldn't get her clothes off fast enough! Devouring his lips with her own now she divested him of his pants fumbling with his belt buckle in her haste seeing the very thick veiny manhood before her. "My god he is huge! Not as long as Henri, but definitely wider! I hope this doesn't hurt! "Eloise thought as she stared at Maurice her apprehension clearly on her face.

C smiled as he picked her up in a bridal carry, doing so to her shock and amazement. Eloise smiled and said, "give me strong children." Before he laid her softly on the bed he stopped her hand when she made to turn out the light.

"No. Eloise, I must have light to see all of your beauty!" as he nudged her legs apart, trailering light pecking kisses from her ankles to the juncture of her thighs, then across her raven colored mons, down the other leg and then back up. Until he reached her feminine orbs, where shortly both hands stroked her breasts driving her delirious with the building pressure in her pelvis. Suckling and nipping them for countless moments resulted in her gasps of pleasure as he nibbled on her cherry like, energized, nipples. Eloise had never been played like this before! Her hands tangled in his blonde hair before his lips kissed their way southward forcing her hands away with his own. Reaching her open and glistening womanhood, Maurice's hands left her womanly orbs to further open her feminine folds. His thumbs simultaneously stroked pale pink delicate lips upward until they found her joy button, slightly protruding from under its hood. Using his one thumb to gently move her hood back and forward over her button had Eloise gasping for breath.

Eloise tangled her fingers in his hair now as she instinctively arched into his face as he swiped up from her opening to her apex with his tongue. Flicking her little bean rapidly for several seconds made Eloise scream with delight as the first orgasm of her life roared through her. The waves of hot pleasure radiating from her womanhood to her nipples to her scalp, while simultaneously to the thighs and feet where her toes remained curled for several minutes as she gasped for air.

Leaving her motionless for a few minutes as she just quivered all over repeatedly saying, "My god! My god!" Maurice enjoyed watching the inside of her thighs tremble as her petals remained spread outward as though beckoning him to plunder her depths.