“Don’t worry, a year from now you’ll be able to do this kind of thing in your sleep.”
The next step was dealing with Mom and the twins. Every couple of weeks, Mom or one of the twins, or all of them would drive up from Santa Teresa and spend the day with us while the kid cousins would wreak havoc and mayhem together in the back yard. They were concerned about my well being after all the shit from Barbara and wanted to make sure everything was going ok. Once Colleen was showing, we started coming up with excuses to keep them from coming to visit.
By the seventh month, Colleen was as big as house. Most of the weight that she gained was all in the front where the baby was. She had been like that with Meghan and Molly too. She looked like a lady who had shoved a beach ball up under her shirt.
It had reached the point where we couldn’t put off telling Mom and the twins any longer. I called Mike and Jimmy and asked them to meet us at Mom’s house the next weekend. So bright and early on Saturday, we loaded Meghan and Molly into the car and headed out for Santa Teresa.
When we pulled up in front of Mom’s house, Meghan and Molly had the car doors open by the time the engine was off. They flew up the steps and burst through the front door yelling. “Grandma, Grandma we’re here.” I walked around to the other side to help Colleen get out of the car and saw Jimmy step on to the porch. He took one look at Colleen and stuck his head back in the door and yelled.
“Mike, get out here, quick.”
Jimmy and Mike watched as their brother and sister, Colleen holding on to my arm for support, walked up the steps of the house we had all grown up in. Their sister who would only dress in the most sophisticated of clothes was today wearing a pair of navy blue track pants with a white stripe down the side. On top was one of my t-shirts and a sweatshirt from college that was not zipped up because it couldn’t stretch far enough to close around her belly. She had accessorized her wardrobe by putting on a baseball cap with the stray ends of her blonde hair sticking out from underneath going in a dozen different directions. The last thing she wore was a beatific smile that made her look like Pintirelli’s “Madonna.” In plain and simple terms, Colleen looked beautiful.
Colleen had to hold on to my arm to get up the eight steps to the porch. Mike came half way down to meet us and took her other arm to help get her the rest of the way up. As we walked past Jimmy I heard him say, “I can’t wait to hear this.”
Once in the living room, Jimmy and Mike, and their wives just stood staring at Colleen. Finally Jimmy’s wife Mi Lin spoke. “You’ve been in the car for over an hour, you probably need to go to the bathroom and we can talk when you’re done. Jimmy, go outside and get your mother…and tell the kids to stay outside.”
Mom came in followed by Mike’s daughter Patricia who was now three years old. She ran over and held out her arms for me to pick her up. Mom smiled at us while everyone else was fidgeting and looking at me.
“What’s so important that the kids need to stay outside? Where’s Colleen?”
“Right here Mom, I just went to the bathroom.”
Colleen walked into the room and came to stand next to me, holding my hand as I held Patricia in my other arm. Mom took one look at Colleen and her eyes began to bug out. She took two steps back and sank down on the couch, her eyes wide and mouth open staring at Colleen’s mid-section. After several minutes of deafening silence Mom spoke.
“Colleen, is there something you would like to tell us?”
“Mom…Jimmy…Mike…I’m pregnant.”
“I can see that for God’s sakes,” Mom snapped. “I’m not blind. Could you elaborate? As in who is the father?”
“I am.”
There was an audible click as all eyes snapped towards me and jaws fell even further. Mike’s wife Sharon was the first to recover. “Excuse me, what did you just say?”
“I said, I am the father. Colleen and I are having a baby…together.”
Everyone looked to watch Mom. The color in her face had turned white as she said. “Oh my God,” and placed her head in her hands. After a long pause she raised her head back up and shook it hard as though trying shake things back into place. Mom took several deep breaths that seemed to calm her down somewhat and stared wide-eyed at Colleen for several minutes then asked, “Why?”
Colleen squeezed my hand a little harder and answered, “Because I love him.”
Mom looked to me. “Bobby?”
“Mom, I love Colleen more than life itself.”
After a long period of silence, Mom gave a sigh of resignation then stood up. She came over and put her arms around both of us. “I don’t understand what is going on here, I just pray to God that you kids know what you’re doing. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. When is the baby due?”
“January 3rd.”
“Your grandfather’s birthday, he would be very honored.”
During this time Mike and Jimmy had been whispering to each other, getting more and more animated. Finally Mike asked his question.
“Listen, guys, when did you…um…the first time…the very first time…uh…you know…first time…um…uh.”
Jimmy finished Mike’s question. “When was the first time you guys did it?”
Colleen looked down at her stomach then back at the twins with a smile. “This March, first time’s the charm. Why do you ask?”
Jimmy said, “HA!” at the same time Mike exclaimed, “Damn it.” Mike pulled out his wallet, counted out five singles and handed them to Jimmy who was grinning from ear to ear. Mom watched this and asked, “What’s this all about?”
Mike had a sheepish look on his face. “Oh…well uh, when we were in high school I bet Jimmy five dollars that Colleen and Bobby were doing it.”
“MICHAEL THOMAS O’CONNER! That’s a disgusting thing to say about you sister!”
“Oh come on, Mom. Until Colleen met Bill, she and Bobby were practically joined at the hip. Half the kids in school thought they were doing it.”
Our mother looked like she was about to have a stroke.
“JAMES, IS THIS TRUE?”
Now it was Jimmy’s turn to look awkward. “Yeah Mom, but I didn’t. Remember, I’m the one that won the bet.”
One of the many things that we have always been able count on from Jimmy has been his ability to defuse explosive situations, especially when it came to our parents. He walked over, put his arms around both Mom and Colleen and grinned. “Just relax Mom. Take a look at Colleen, you can see how happy she is…and that big doofus brother of mine. Everything is going be fine. Besides, you’re going to have one more grandchild to spoil rotten. Now where is that casserole you promised? I’m not leaving here until I get some.” Still grinning he leaned in to me and whispered so that no one else could hear. “Do anything to hurt Colleen and I will kill you.”
I knew that he meant it.
I whispered back to him, “If I ever do any thing to hurt her I’ll load the gun for you myself.”
“Good, just so we understand each other.”
As lunch was started the tension was still there but once Mom showed signs of accepting the situation, things started to smooth out. After lunch, Colleen and Mom, Sharon and Mi Lin stayed in the kitchen talking about all of the things women talk about when one of them is pregnant. The twins and I wandered out to the back to keep an eye on the kids and sat on the steps of the deck. Jimmy was watching the kids and didn’t look in my direction. “You don’t have a clue about what you’re doing, do you?”
“Probably not, but Colleen and I have never been happier.”
“Just remember what I said.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Mike turned his head, looked at me with a serious expression and said, “Don’t ever let Colleen get more than twenty feet from a bathroom or you will live to regret it.”
That was the last time either Jimmy or Mike said anything about the pregnancy.
All too soon it was starting to get dark so we rounded up the girls to head back to San Miguel. The girls were buckled in the back and Colleen and I were standing on the sidewalk saying our good-byes. Jimmy and Mike shook my hand and gave Colleen a quick hug then headed back into the house. Mom gave Colleen a hug that seemed to last forever and finally whispered something in her ear that made both of them smile and tear up. Next she gave me my hug and whispered in my ear. “I know she’s the oldest but she’s my baby, just make her happy.”
“I will Mom, I promise.”
As we pulled away from the house, Colleen reached over and took hold of my hand. I glanced over to see a tear trickle down her cheek.
“What’s wrong honey?”
“I know Mom is upset, but she and the twins are so accepting of us and I love them so much…we are the luckiest people in the world to have them for a family. I don’t know what we would have done if they had rejected us.” I didn’t say anything, just nodded my head in agreement and tried not to cry myself.
By the time we arrived back home it was past the girls bedtime so with very little fussing we got them tucked in for the night and headed for bed ourselves. From the very beginning, Colleen has known how excited I get watching her take off her panties, so every night, she has performed her own private strip tease show just for me. Only now, because she couldn’t bend over with out losing her balance, I had the pleasant task of pulling down her panties for her. She has kept her promise to me and never worn any clothes to bed.
Once I had gotten her clothes off of her, Colleen sat on the side of the bed and pulled me by the hips in front of her. Looking up into my eyes, she smiled as she began to unbuckle my belt and open my pants. She pulled out the waistband of my jockeys and reached inside to take hold of my erection. Holding it in place with one hand, she used the other hand to push the underwear and pants down my legs until they fell to the floor and left them there.
My cock was already rock hard and pointing toward the ceiling. With one hand she cupped my balls while the other hand was around the base of my dick. She held it steady then lowered her head until my cock head was at the opening of her mouth. She held it there for only an instant so that I could feel her warm breath then inserted it the rest of the way and closed her lips tightly. She tilted her head until the roof of her mouth was caressing the tip while her tongue began to massage along the shaft.
Colleen sat there on the side of the bed with the weight of the baby resting on her thighs, slowly bobbing her head up and down sucking my cock, stroking the bottom half with one hand and gently massaging my balls with the other. When I began to feel the orgasm build in my balls I leaned over and said, “Oh god honey, I’m going to cum soon.”
Colleen slowed down and then took her mouth off of my dick. Looking into my eyes she said, “I don’t understand it, but ever since I got pregnant I can’t get enough of your cum inside me. It wasn’t like this when I was pregnant with Meghan or Molly but sometimes I feel like I will go crazy if I can’t feel your cum inside my cunt.” With that she let go of me and turned around to crawl up on to the bed. As she was doing this I finished taking off my clothes.
Making love to a woman in the final stages of pregnancy is tricky at best and damn near impossible at times. We had stopped using the missionary position several weeks before and by now the only position that made Colleen feel comfortable was rear entry, either lying on her side or on her hands and knees.
Colleen was on her knees at the very edge of the bed facing away from me. She pulled all the pillows over then leaned forward, resting her belly on the pillows, her legs spread. Her cunt lips were swollen, exposing her slit. She was so excited that I could see her juice began to leak out. I stepped up behind her and gently stroked between her legs, running my fingers through the thick mass of hair that covered her pussy.
Holding her hips I placed the head of my cock at the opening of her cunt and began to slowly, but steadily slide inside of her. She let out a soft moan that only ended when I had reached as far up into her as I could go. I leaned forward until my chest touched the skin on her back. I reached around with both arms below the baby and held her as I began to slowly and deeply hump in and out of her as she pushed back against me. I kept a slow and steady rhythm until I started to the feel the tingle re-build in my balls. I began to pick up the pace until I was slamming into her with everything I had. I slid my hand down into her pussy hair, wiggling my fingers around searching for her clit. At last I found it and held it between my thumb and forefinger. When I pinched down and pulled on her clit, Colleen exploded with her orgasm and the walls of her cunt clamped down on my cock. This caused me to go over the top and I began to shake as I pumped one more load of cum into my sister.
We rolled sideways and lay there with my cock still inside of her as we tried to catch our breath. When my dick had deflated and fallen out, Colleen scooted up further into the middle of the bed and under the covers. She held the covers open for me and said, “Baby I’m really tired, let’s go to sleep.”
Because Colleen was so far into the pregnancy and couldn’t travel, it was decided that Thanksgiving would be at our house that year. Everyone drove up to San Miguel and arrived early in the morning. Mike’s daughter Patricia had recently been moved out of her crib and into a real bed, so he brought it with them for the baby. Mom, Sharon and Mi Lin commandeered the kitchen and started fixing the Thanksgiving dinner. In the end they prepared enough food to feed a small village. Mike spent the morning reassembling the crib while Colleen directed Jimmy and I in bringing down boxes of baby clothes that were stored in the attic and out in the garage. The cousins spent the day in the backyard enjoying what would probably be the last of the mild weather.
After dinner, the grown ups were in the living room talking and the kids were roaming who knows where. Colleen and I were sitting on the sofa holding hands when Patricia came in and crawled up into my lap. She gave me a hug then leaned over and hugged Aunt Colleen. Next she lay her head on Colleen’s belly and promptly fell asleep.
Family memories are made from these types of gatherings and often Colleen and I regret not living closer to Mom and the twins. Even though it is only an hour away, it’s still too far when you want to just drop by for a cup of coffee. But even so, it is also good when everyone packs up and leaves and quiet returns to the house.
For a while I was worried that I had developed some type of kinky fetish about pregnant women. But after looking around I realized that my obsession was not pregnant women, just one woman, Colleen. At the time half of the women at the office were pregnant, but they did not appeal to me. It seemed like the only thing I wanted was to fuck my pregnant sister. Each time I did, it only intensified the desire to fuck her again. And, Colleen wanted me as much I wanted her.
During the last month of the pregnancy the sex was intense and frequent, sucking and fucking at least twice every single day. Sex so strong that it would make a bald man grow hair. On more than one occasion Colleen sent the girls to play with the kids next door so that I could fuck her senseless before we started to make dinner. But that is not what I remember the most about that time in our lives.
In the evening she would lay on the sofa on her side with her head in my lap. We would watch TV or read while the girls lay on the floor in front of us doing homework or some kind of craft project. I mastered the art of holding the book and turning pages while softly stroking Colleen’s head or swollen belly at the same time. The four of us had become so bound together as a family that none of us were capable of being in a different room, separated from the others. It was these moments of serenity that I treasure the most.
After Thanksgiving Colleen began to get tired during the days and needed to rest. During the last few weeks she didn’t leave the house except to see the doctor. She didn’t walk any more as much as she waddled around the house with one hand on her sore back. When she sat down it took me or both Meghan and Molly to help her stand back up. The only clothes she wore were a thin flannel floor length nightgown and a robe that couldn’t close because her belly was too big. But she still came to bed in the nude.
One day I walked into the living room and found Colleen standing in the middle of the room with an exasperated expression on her face. She glared at me and hissed, “This is all your fault…you did this to me. If this kid doesn’t come out pretty soon, I’m going to reach up in there and yank it out.”
The girls and I got the house decorated for Christmas, all under Colleen’s careful and explicit…very, very explicit…directions. This was the happiest any of us ever been. Laughing, singing, dancing…yes, at some point in your life you must slow dance with the woman who is two weeks away from delivering your child. There is no greater feeling that any man can experience.
At last Christmas Eve came and we had finished the last minute details to get ready for the next morning. Meghan and Molly put out the cookies and milk for Santa and oatmeal for the reindeer. There was a round of hugs and we sent the girls off to bed. At the doorway, the girls stopped and stood whispering to each other, pointing back to where Colleen and I were standing. Finally they walked back to us, Meghan pushing Molly in front of her saying, “You do it.”
Molly took several deep breaths to screw up her courage, with Meghan behind her saying, “Go ahead, ask him.” Finally she spoke.
“Uncle Bobby, can we ask you something?”
I was ready for this.
I had been planning for weeks, rehearsing my best “Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus” speech. I had a very well thought out, logical explanation for the existence of the Christmas spirit. “Of course sweetheart, you girls know you can ask me anything.”
The girls looked at each other and back at me. Then Molly asked.
“We don’t want to call you Uncle Bobby anymore. Is it OK if we call you daddy?”
I was not ready for this.
I was so stunned that I dropped to my knees and pulled both girls to me. I looked behind them and saw Colleen standing with her mouth open, a look of complete shock on her face as a tear rolled down her cheek. After a moment she smiled and nodded her head yes.
“Meghan…Molly…I would be very happy if you call me daddy. I can’t think of a better Christmas present I could ever get.”
There is a particular squeal of delight that only little girls can make and I got it in stereo. More hugs and another kiss on the cheek and the girls ran toward their bedrooms, pausing at the doorway laughing.
“Mommy, Daddy…you guys better go to bed soon or Santa won’t come.” And then they disappeared. As soon as they had turned the corner I grabbed Colleen, pulled her to me and held on tight. By this time she was openly sobbing.
“Sweetheart, are you Ok with what the girls just asked?”
“Oh Bobby, of course I’m ok with it. I’m more than ok with it. Meghan barely remembers Bill and Molly has no memory of him at all. You’re the only father they’ve ever known. I just had no idea they were thinking about this.” Then she wiped at the tears and smiled. “Looks like you’re going to be more of a daddy than you thought.”
“Just like I told the girls, best Christmas present I ever got.”
We sat on the sofa in silence holding and caressing each other for almost for an hour. I got up and went to check on the girls to make sure that they were asleep. We drank Santa’s milk, ate his cookies, leaving a few crumbs on the plate, and put the oatmeal back in the box, also leaving a pile grains on the floor near the bowl. Reindeer are very messy animals when they eat.
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