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The best way to describe the scene in front of me was surreal.
I was tired though, I had not slept well, and Bonnie had woken me earlier than usual to have our baby..
I was fairly certain I had walked several miles back and forth from one sister to the other.
Maybe I was hallucinating.
I knew they had carried my son to the incubator behind me, I knew it, but it seemed I had been carried back in time a few minutes as I watched my son’s head crown again between Haley’s legs, then she pushed again.
“Congratulations, you have another son,” the doctor announced cheerfully.
Surely she meant another as an addition to Bonnie’s baby.
I looked over my shoulder. There was still a baby in the incubator behind me. I looked at the baby being handed to me.
I looked at Haley.
“Haley? We had twins?” I questioned the obvious.
My sweaty, beautiful sister looked sheepishly at me and nodded. Her eyes seemed to be begging for something.
“Clyde, please don’t be mad…” Haley whined.
“Mad? Seriously, why would I be mad?”
“‘Cause I knew and didn’t tell you?”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I felt…it felt like I was stealing something that belonged to Bonnie and you. It weren’t supposed to be me having them twins. It was supposed to be Bonnie.”
“Hm,” I muttered, shaking my head thoughtfully.
“So you figured out how to have twins on purpose?”
Haley’s jaw dropped as she stared at me.
“Is that a ‘No’ then?”
“Yes, I mean no,” she stuttered. “No, I ain’t figured that out, so yes, it’s a no.
“I just didn’t know how to tell her, or you, that I was having her twins.”
“Our twins,” I corrected her.
“Clyde, I know you and me had them, it’s just easier…”
“I meant they’re ours: yours, mine, and Bonnie’s. How could they not be? Even you said it before.”
“I don’t know how to tell our sister, Clyde. Will you? Pretty please?”
I smiled at Haley and handed her the third of our children, then kissed her on the lips.
“Of course. You’re one of my favorite girls, so I’ll tell my other favorite girl that we have three beautiful baby boys.”
I must have done a bad job of hiding how I felt. The small crowd in the waiting room, Amanda, Mom, Harold, Rusty, and June, looked up at me when I entered.
Amanda covered her mouth, June grabbed Rusty’s hand and squeezed, and Mom moaned my name.
I realized immediately that not only was I exhausted and probably showing it, the fact that I was now the father of three children and not the two I was expecting must have been incredibly obvious on my face.
“Everybodies fine!” I exclaimed.
“What’s wrong then, Clyde?” Amanda asked.
“Um, well, there was, um,” I struggled.
“Haley had twins,” I announced after a brief pause while I tried to figure out how to lead into that revelation.
Mom looked relieved, and June just smiled and hugged Rusty.
Amanda’s reaction was something I would never have believed if I hadn’t seen it for myself.
She was giggling like a schoolgirl.
I don’t know how a schoolgirl giggles, since I’d never actually seen a schoolgirl giggling, but I imagined it was something like Amanda was giggling right then.
She was rocking forward and backward in her seat, trying to stifle her giggles with her hands, but failing.
“Amanda?” I tried to get her attention.
“I’m so happy, Clyde. I knew Bonnie was having a little boy, and I so wanted a little girl to spoil. She’s older than her brother, isn’t she?”
I looked at Mom. She didn’t seem concerned, or that interested, with what Amanda was talking about. Amanda had told us Mom and Dad didn’t know the story of their ancestors.
“I’m sorry, Amanda. All three are boys.”
Rusty’s eyes were suddenly twinkling, and I thought he was about to join Amanda giggling like a schoolgirl. I really hoped he would.
Amanda wasn’t giggling anymore though. She looked confused.
“I suppose that’s a good thing. Those girls are always so sneaky. They’re such a handful, compared to boys,” she muttered.
I knew she was disappointed that the five generations of girl and boy twins hadn’t carried on with her great grandchildren.
I had in the back of my mind what Haley had said Ankara escort about how many children she dreamed about though. Bonnie and I hadn’t talked about it, but I had a strong feeling she and I weren’t done with babies either.
“Mother? You’re disappointed.”
Mom wasn’t asking a question.
“No, Christie, not really, but I suppose I should tell you the family story. I probably should have when you were a little girl.”
“What do you want to name him?” Bonnie asked.
I had just returned to my wife from telling our family about the new children we have.
She slowly raised her eyes from our son in her arms, to my face, and almost smiled.
“Andrew,” we said in unison.
It had been some time since Bonnie had so blatantly shown me she could read my mind, but I wasn’t surprised.
“Have you and Haley decided on a name?” she asked me.
I had completely forgotten that she didn’t know about the twins.
“Bonnie, um, your sister had twins.”
Her eyes narrowed, and I could tell she was trying to hide her expression.
“Don’t be silly, Clyde. I’m not falling for that, and besides that, she’s your sister.”
“Honest, Bonnie, Haley had twins.”
“Good,” Bonnie announced after just a brief pause to think.
“She gets to deal with the little girl being in love with her little brother.”
“They’re boys, both of them.”
She must have believed me; her eyes twinkled and her grin grew into a full-fledged smile.
“I guess the string is broken then. No more girl and boy twins. Haley can’t even do that part right. She’s definitely your sister.”
“I can think of a few things she does totally right,” I replied.
“Oh, me too, little brother,” Bonnie giggled and winked at me.
“If you were so good about doing stuff right, you’d have your twins, too,” I chortled at my sister.
“Clyde!” she gasped, then looked over at the bedside table before grabbing a box of tissues and throwing it at me with her free hand.
I don’t know if I was more surprised at her accuracy, considering it was her left hand, or the fact that I actually managed to dodge it.
Bonnie, Haley and I filed into the doctor’s private office. She was sitting behind her desk, smiling at us. I carried Rocky, short for Rockford, the oldest of Haley’s twins. Bonnie carried Andrew, and Haley carried Ronald, her other twin.
We were all ready to go home, and Rusty, June, Mom, Harold, and Amanda were waiting at the front of the hospital for us.
The doctor had told us yesterday that we would all be staying two days instead of the normal one before going home with our new babies. She had explained that she wanted an extra day for the twins and it seemed to her that it would be easier for everyone if Bonnie and Andrew just waited.
She had informed us just a few minutes ago that she wanted to talk to us before we left.
“I asked to meet with you before you go home for more than the usual pep talk with new parents,” she started after we sat down across the desk from her.
“Haley and I have discussed the phenomenon of twins, previously. I’m sure she had her reasons for not wanting to tell you Clyde, but I didn’t push for reasons.
“I have my suspicions though.
“Haley asked for a DNA test on her boys, under the guise that she wanted to know if they were identical or fraternal twins. I’m sure that was a reason, but not the reason.
“I may have overstepped. I fast tracked the tests. I also expanded the test to include a wide range of genetic abnormalities that would cause birth defects or profound health issues later in life for them.
“For the same reasons that I expanded the tests of Rockford and Ronald, I took the liberty of including the same DNA tests for Andrew.”
She paused and looked at each of us, in turn.
I was clueless where she was going with this. I knew only a little bit about DNA and how it determined physical traits like hair and eye color, height, looks, and so on.
Neither Bonnie nor Haley seemed any more concerned about the conversation than I was.
“I don’t know when the thought first occurred to me, but by now, after spending time with you three for the last six months, I am almost certain that if Bonnie is Haley’s half sister, then Clyde, you are her half brother.”
Bonnie and Haley both looked like I felt. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears, and the tightness in my chest made breathing more than a little bit difficult.
“Um, what does that mean?” Bonnie groaned beside me.
“I think that you and Clyde are brother and sister,” the doctor said confidently.
“The DNA tests of Andrew, Rockford, and Ronald tell me they’re not only half brothers, but there is another common ancestor. They also share a grandparent, and Haley is probably Clyde’s half sister too.”
“Are we in trouble?” Bonnie gasped out.
I was also remembering Mom’s words, if the police found out she and Dad were brother and sister, with babies, they would go to jail.
The doctor seemed to be blushing just a little bit as she looked Ankara escort bayan at us.
“Confidentially, of course, I asked the hospital’s attorney. He explained that in Utah, the requirements for a doctor to report incest is based on the situation where it is an adult taking advantage, or even forcing, a minor to have sexual contact with them.
“Haley,” she turned and looked Haley in the eyes, “were you eighteen the first time you had sexual relations with your brother?”
“I met Clyde on a Monday. I was fresh home from college for Christmas break on the Saturday before my birthday, and we ran into each other in the kitchen,” Haley started, but then giggled.
I almost laughed myself, remembering how we literally ran into each other in the kitchen.
“Then I met Bonnie the next day, which was my eighteenth birthday.
“I spent that day with Ma and Pa, for my birthday, then the next day, Wednesday, Bonnie and I spent the day getting to know each other.
“On Thursday, Bonnie and me went into town and did some shopping. When we were done, I took her back to their house, and we…”
Haley’s eyes grew wide and her cheeks turned bright red as she looked at me.
“We tried on our new clothes, and ended up having sex with each other, being on and off naked, ya know.”
I did my best to not let my eyebrows raise, but I’m pretty sure I failed.
“Then Friday night, after Bonnie told me she would love to share her husband with me because she knew I wanted him as much as Bonnie did, Clyde and I had sex together while Bonnie, um…supervised?”
“Um, I think a simple ‘yes’ would have done to answer the question, Haley,” The doctor informed her, and she looked like she was trying not to laugh.
“Did you know they were your half sister and brother when you had sex with them?”
“Yep,” Haley replied with a vigorous nod of her head.
I was holding my breath for the question that I was sure would be next, but never came.
“Incest is against the law, but I’m not required to report it unless it involves a minor, so that’s all I need to know.”
Haley and Bonnie were both blushing, but almost smiling at me too.
“The other thing I wanted to tell you is that your twins are, genetically, identical twins. You had the rarest kind of twins, Haley, and their conception had nothing to do with anyone having the family trait of twins.
“The DNA tests for all three of them revealed nothing to be concerned about, as far as birth defects or congenital defects.
“You’re very lucky on this point, and I suggest that you refrain from making more babies with each other. You also, even more so, need to make sure that none of your children interbreed if you do have more in the future that happen to be little girls.”
“Hello?” Jim questioned into his cell phone.
He didn’t recognize the number. Not even the area code.
“Hi,” a sultry female voice said through the phone, “What’re you doing?”
The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on who the speaker was.
“Nothing much really. What’re you doing?” he replied, trying to sound casual.
“Calling you. We need to talk.”
Jim knew he was scowling. Nobody ever told him they needed to talk, and he saw no reason for anyone to tell him that.
“OK…who are you?”
The laughter coming through the phone annoyed him even more than he already was.
“I, um, meant where are you?”
“OK, that’s better, Jim,” the woman told him through her laughter.
“I’m at the Comfort Inn and Suites. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
Jim’s phone chirped to indicate the call had ended.
He was still trying to guess who she was as he grabbed the keys to his old truck and headed out the door.
Besides the young man behind the front desk, the lobby was almost empty. A woman was sitting in the furthest chair from the front door, reading a magazine. Her long brown hair with blond highlights hid her face as she read.
Jim’s eyes were drawn to the red, high-heeled shoe dangling from the toes of one foot as the woman gently bounced it. Her lithe, tanned legs were crossed at the knees, and disappeared under a tiny white skirt barely covering her crotch.
He almost jumped when she uncrossed her legs and stood the very instant his gaze hesitated where her thighs almost disappeared under her skirt. His eyes did jump, to her face.
His sister barely waved to him, but she didn’t smile until he had crossed most of the distance between them.
“Christie,” he muttered at his sister, hoping his erection wasn’t noticeable.
Even as teenagers, he didn’t remember her looking this good. He had only seen her once since she left him, and he had been flustered that night at the sudden appearance of Charlie, the woman he had fucked without even knowing who she was.
“Thanks for coming. Let’s go to my room so we can talk.”
Jim just nodded before following his sister into the hallway and to the last door before the exit at the end.
His eyes never wavered from the back of his sister’s Escort Ankara skirt, draped snugly along the curve of her buttocks and almost swaying with her gait exactly at the point necessary to keep him from seeing what he wanted badly to see, even just a peek.
The door was propped open with the security latch, so Christie didn’t even need to slow down before pushing the door open and pulling her brother into the room by his hand.
The light from the hallway lit up only a couple feet inside the room before it closed behind them. Jim knew his sister’s hand was still holding his when he felt her breath against his chin.
“Come with me,” she whispered, and he felt her move away from him in the darkness. He wondered what she was up to as she led him further into the dark room and turned to the side.
He could barely see anything. There were no lights on inside, but he felt that his sister led him through a doorway before the lights came on.
He and Christie were standing between a dresser with a television and the foot of a giant bed. It was bigger than even a king size and occupied most of the space inside the bedroom separated from the main room.
Jim stood silently, now looking at the back of his sister’s head..
“What do you want, Christie?”
Christie turned and looked her brother in the eyes. Her cheeks held a slight blush and her lips parted almost imperceptibly.
Jim was confused. She had made it clear over the last two decades that she was done with him, emotionally and physically, but his hard penis was trying to make him forget that fact.
His sister’s gorgeous hair and makeup didn’t help him any. He tried desperately to keep eye contact with her. In her heels, her eyes were only an inch below his, so it should have been easy, but he failed and his eyes darted to the ample cleavage her loose top revealed.
“You and I stole our children’s grandparents from them, and I don’t want to make the same mistake for our grandchildren.”
“So you brought me here for what? You want us to get back together?”
Christie shook her head and smiled, then sat on the foot of the bed without looking away from her brother.
“I’m married. I love my husband, and I will do anything in the world to make him happy. You missed out on that part of me, so I brought you here to find out if you’re capable yet of thinking of anyone else before yourself.”
Jim couldn’t help himself when his sister raised a knee and reached to her foot to slip a shoe off. He stared between her long, beautifully tanned legs, and continued when she lowered the first foot to the floor and repeated the action with her other.
He was fairly certain he didn’t actually see anything there. The lights were behind her, and under her very short skirt, pulled even higher by the motion of her legs, was only a dark shadow.
His penis seemed to think he had seen something though, and he hoped she didn’t see him lurch inside his pants.
Jim turned and started to sit beside Christie.
“No. Stand there,” She ordered, pointing just past her closed, naked knees.
Jim held his breath. He wasn’t absolutely certain he didn’t feel his sister’s knee brush against his crotch as she crossed her legs, but he did know her bare foot brushed across his ankle, and he could see her cheeks flush redder.
“I know Bonnie wants nothing to do with me, Christie. She made that clear.”
“That’s why you have to convince me. She won’t listen to you, but she will listen to me. She does listen to me,” Christie informed her brother in a low voice.
“How? What can I say to convince you?”
“When was your last time, Jim?”
“Last time? Last what?” he asked defensively.
“The last time…you fucked ,” she whispered.
“Christie, Jesus, what does…”
“Just tell me, and be honest, or this is over right now.”
He couldn’t fathom why she was asking him that, but he knew he didn’t want to tell her the truth, so he raised his eyes toward the ceiling, and the mirror he found there surprised him.
“Jim! Look at me,” Christie ordered, so he looked back at her.
Christie’s cheeks were now in a full blown blush, but he barely noticed. His mind was remembering the scene of his sister’s gorgeous, delicate legs, almost touching him, in the mirror over their heads.
Jim nodded his head though.
“A few weeks ago.”
“Ah, so you’ve gotten lucky since getting rescued by Mother from that atrocious ranch?”
He just nodded, hoping she would let the subject go now.
Christie’s eyes narrowed as they bore into her brother.
“Who was it?”
Jim tried to breath normally, but just couldn’t manage it. He thought this must be a test. Charlie probably told them all how horrible it had been between them, and he imagined they all had a nice laugh at his expense.
He shook his head without saying anything.
“It wasn’t Mother, was it Jim?” Christie barely whispered.
“Christie! Good god, no. It wasn’t our mother,” Jim almost shouted at his sister.
“I wouldn’t fuck Mother, Christie,” he continued, softer now.
“I remember a time when you’d do or say whatever was necessary to get your cock inside your own sister, so who was it? Obviously, it was someone I know, or you wouldn’t have almost choked on your tongue when I asked.”
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