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I used to think floods and disasters happened to other people, but after a flood
washed away our house (which was on the bank of a small river that had never, in
known history, overflowed), I was forced to re-evaluate my opinion. Now I
suddenly felt empathy for people in foreign countries who had nowhere to go.

My mother and I had been living in the house for five years before the flood. I
had just turned eighteen and was about to finish high school. Now we had to find
somewhere else to live. After calling in many favours, we found that few people
who said, "Is there anything I can do?" actually meant it. Finally my mother
called my father's brother, who lived in a neighbouring state. He lived in a
large house on a strip of land - ironically also near a river - and repaired
cars and appliances.

I didn't know him well; we had met maybe five times in my life. My mother had
never liked him, but I didn't know why. My father, before he disappeared, had
seldom mentioned him in conversations.

I don't know what I expected when we walked into his house three days after he'd
agreed to let us live with him. I guess I expected him to be strict, or maybe
sympathetic. I didn't expect him to look at both of us and say, "A woman's place
is barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen."

My mother kind of went, "Huh?" and I just stared. Two minutes in, and we already
thought this was a huge mistake. But our friends' places were too small for two
adult women, and we didn't want to beg for accommodations. So we let that
statement slide and settled in. I enrolled at the nearest high school and things
were okay for a few weeks.

One night I woke up to a tickling feeling. It was. Tickling. My uncle (I'll call
him Dave) was tickling my feet and legs. He'd pulled the blankets right off and
was doing something pervy to my feet! I pulled my feet away. He just grinned. "I
meant what I said when you got here," he said. "Are you gonna cooperate?"

I wasn't really awake yet and went, "Huh?" like my mother had. "She's too tired
tonight," Dave said. "So banging her wouldn't be any fun. It's your turn."

"B... banging her?"

"Honey, I've been banging Alice since the night you arrived."

I was shocked. "How could you!" I exclaimed. "Your brother's wife!"

"Ex-wife. Widow. Whatever. He was nuts; she's a hell of a fuck."

All the time he was saying this, he was creeping up the bed, and as he said the
word "fuck" he lay down on top of me.

"Get off!" I yelled, pushing, but he was much bigger than me, and pretty strong.

"No, honey, you knew my condition when you moved in."

"This isn't the Dark Ages!" I shouted at him.

"But it is my house," he said, ripping my short nightgown off.

"No! No!" I cried, but he leaned down and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my
mouth.

At first I protested, but I soon found that if I relaxed, he became gentler and
it actually felt good.

I was soon kissing him back with fervour. I guess my mind just gave in and
accepted that this would happen. I'd been upset that none of my friends had
asked me to live with them. They'd given us some clothes and stuff, but what we
really needed was somewhere to live, and we'd been denied. Even my last
boyfriend had dumped me, although that had been before the flood. But the
bastard hadn't come back to support me afterwards, had he?

Dave was licking and kissing my neck, and feeling me up. "You'll look after us?"
I asked. "M... mom and me?"

"And our kids," he added, nipping me on the shoulder. "I'll look after you and
buy you anything you like, and cuddle you and pay your bills and fuck you."

I relaxed then, letting my legs fall open. I knew he was going to fuck me, and I
really wanted it. Dave saying he'd look after me was a powerful motivator, since
my own father had pulled a disappearing act, and I knew that I couldn't trust
so-called 'friends'...

He sat up then. "Take off your panties for me," he said. "Show me what I'm
getting."

I hadn't had time to get wet yet, but I pulled off my conservative high-leg
panties and spread my legs, letting him see my slit.

He pulled off his boxers and his cock sprang out, bouncing against his belly. It
looked obscene. I wanted it inside me. "I'm gonna fuck you," he said. "I'm gonna
put my cock inside you and fuck you and I'm gonna cum inside you and knock you
up with my baby."

Just hearing those dirty words turned me on even more. "Yes," I said, lying
back. "Do it, I want it."

He lay between my legs, pushing his cock inside me.

I wasn't a virgin, but I hadn't had that much sex, and always with a condom.
Doing it this way seemed... dirty. Sexy. Thrilling. He started off slowly,
pumping me with long, deliberate strokes, pausing occasionally to lick and suck
my breasts or to kiss me. But too soon I wanted more, and I put my legs around
his thighs and pulled him closer. "More, I need more," I panted as he fucked me.

That unleashed the animal, and he really began to fuck me now, making grunting
noises as his penis drilled into me. I was doing the same, sounding like a
complete slut as my uncle did his best to get me pregnant. "Uhn... uhn...
uhn..."

He came first, with a long groan as his sperm shot into me. I locked my legs
around him and humped up against him until I, too, came with a shuddering
breath.

My mother found us lying there the next morning, the evidence of our late-night
fuck all around us.

She didn't say anything.

After that, Dave seemed to like to alternate. Either way, every night he fucked
one of us. Sometimes if there wasn't too much noise outside from night insects I
could hear them having sex. Dave grunted while he fucked, and Alice... she made
girlish demands like, "Harder! More! Yes!" and made high-pitched sounds when she
came.

Three months passed, and then...

"I'm pregnant," Alice said to me. I no longer thought of her in a maternal way;
it just wasn't possible after I'd seen her getting fucked by my uncle (I'd been
on my way to the bathroom and the door had been open).

"That's great," I said. "Do you think you can handle it?" She was forty.

"I can handle it," she said. "What about you?" Until now we had never mentioned
the late-night fuck sessions.

"I want his baby," I said. And I did. For all that he was an opinionated redneck
stuck in the Dark Ages, he did love us and he did keep his promises. We'd always
have a roof over our heads, food on the table and clean clothes.

But for some reason I just didn't 'catch'. I finished high school and took a job
in a small clothing store in town, just to keep busy. And all the time Alice's
belly grew bigger and bigger with Dave's baby. Dave, it seemed, was permanently
horny. He'd just look at Alice and want to fuck. Now he would drag her or me off
to the bedroom in the middle of the day and plug us until he came, he'd get so
turned on by her pregnant belly.

I had to admit, seeing her swollen with my half-brother or sister was pretty
hot. I couldn't wait for it to happen to me. But nothing happened.

Ally was born, and while Dave waited the six weeks to resume sexual relations, I
became a receptacle for his lust. He'd see Alice breastfeeding and boing! If I
wasn't there he'd jerk off to the sight of his sister-in-law feeding his
daughter from her own body.

One day I got home from work and was hardly in the door when he grabbed me. We
didn't even make it to the bedroom. He shoved me onto the couch, pulled my legs
to the edge, knelt down, unzipped, pushed my panties aside and slid his cock
into me, seemingly all in one go. I was so dazed that I didn't notice until
afterwards that Alice was sitting in the lounge chair feeding Ally. When Dave
was done (I hadn't cum), he got up and went outside, leaving me there lying
awkwardly with my legs open and cum dripping out of me.

"Maybe there's something wrong," said a voice.

I started, but it was only Alice. She'd been there the whole time. I struggled
into a sitting position. "What?"

"Kim, I think you might be infertile. You should see a doctor."

I went red. "What am I going to say? My uncle's been fucking me daily but
nothing's happened for over a year?"

"Take the bus to the next town over, and go to the free clinic."

It was good advice, so I did. I gave my 'friend' Tracy's name and told the
doctor that I wanted to get pregnant, but nothing had happened. She questioned
me closely on my sex life and my 'fiance'. "I think I know what the problem is,"
she said, smiling.

"What?"

"Low sperm count. If, as you say, you have intercourse every day, your fiance's
sperm don't get a chance to build up. His sperm count is probably quite low
because of that."

I mumbled, "Sometimes we do it more than once a day."

"There you go then," she said. "Look, try abstaining for a few days, and then
having sex." She told me all sorts of other things about taking my temperature,
how to know when I ovulated, and so on. I felt happier when I got home.

Dave didn't seem happy at my explanation, but he agreed to abstain for two days
and then try. It seemed to make sense: Alice had gotten pregnant right after
we'd moved in, but he'd started fucking me much later, and he was fucking at
least one of us daily for months.

Amazingly, it worked. The third day seemed right (my temperature dipped), and
Dave was as horny as anything. I'd hardly woken up when he was climbing into bed
with me. I wanted this so badly that I became aggressive. I pushed him down,
pulled off my underwear (Dave was naked) and slid down onto his cock. As I
lifted myself up and down on his tool I just had a feeling that it would work. I
fucked Dave frantically, wanting his cum inside me, wanting it to make me
pregnant.

Two months later, I was sure I was, and Dave went crazy. We fucked all night
long. He licked and sucked me, and I did the same to him. He sucked my tits
until they hurt, mumbling about how I'd be feeding his baby from them soon.

Unlike Alice, I continued to be horny right through my pregnancy. All I could
think about most days was getting that cock inside me. I took maternity leave
from the store, saying I'd let them know later if I'd return. I think they knew
I'd stay home having more babies after this first one.

When I was seven months along, Alice announced that she was four months
pregnant. This pregnancy seemed to galvanise her in some way, and she became
just as horny as I was. At times we had to play rock, paper, scissors to see who
would get Dave's cock inside them.

After Abigail was born, we abandoned names starting with 'A'. My half-brother,
Benjamin, started off the 'B' names. Despite having three toddlers around, we
still managed to fuck like minks. Alice had two more before going through the
change of life (Barbara and Brian), and my next child, Connor, started the 'C'
names.

I doubt we'll get through the whole alphabet, even if we only give one
alphabetical name to each new baby.

And, yes, most of the time I am barefoot and pregnant and in the kitchen (even
with two women, looking after six children is a lot of work), but it's worth it.
Whenever I lie down carefully with my swollen belly to accept Dave's cock, I
feel fulfilled.