They were now the ones who would get the girls pregnant. Rebecca was done having children, but Precious and Hope and the other girls were just getting...started.The Stensons continued this tradition until Rebecca passed away of cervical cancer at age forty-five. At that point there were ninety-three of them living on the compound. The three oldest boys, Hank Jr., Ryan, and Jamie were now thirty-two, thirty-one and thirty. They had each fathered over twenty children with their sisters. All of. .yes that’s……it…………”“Now you Jack, “oh yes sweetie, mmmm, yes use your tongue if………..you……….oh you do………..want, no, no………..don’t stop…….I’m commmmmmmmmmg.”“Oh that’s was good,” panted Chloe. “What about your bum Mum,” Jack asked.“I’m glad you remembered. Put your finger in, no Jack, no. Put in my cunt first, get it really wet….that’s it, now try. Mmmmm, I like that. I like it, try that…..oh God yes, now probe with your tongue…no, make your tongue stiff and pointy, now try…….oh yes, Harry, now. .. THAT SENTENCE'' mommy interrupted me. ''I don't even want to hear it''. I started trembling of fear. Gosh! What were we going to do? How would our lives be from that point on? Sensing my fear, mommy decided to try to calm me down. She held me by the shoulders and looked at me in the eyes. She sighed. -''Paul'' she said to me, tenderly. ''Let's just forget about it, okay? We cannot change what happened. We'll just never talk about it again and NEVER EVER tell anyone about it. Deal?'' Still. He was quick too, in a good way that is. Ten seconds after I'd made my demand I felt the first touch of Michael skin. Smooth, sweaty, sizzling skin—all my favorite alliterations. I took in a deep breath, all male, yummy. And to make sure I took a taste, yup, as good as it looked, felt —whatever. My legs did that Pavlovian thing they do and curled around his hard butt, pulling him closer until that hard little appendage (not so little, thank god) found a home—or at least a vacation hideaway—in.